I Want More Milk

While having our usual bath together, Mackenzie started giving me a strange look then tried to latch on. I told her, "there's no more milk left." She told me, "I want more milk, chocolate milk. You can put chocolate milk in there." I had to ask her how since when I drink milk it goes into my tummy. "Like this," and she traced a line from my mouth to my neck to my nipple. She makes it seem so simple. I'm surprised that she remembers nursing. But then again, she was 27 months by the time I got her to stop.

Did You Have to Look Pretty?

I wasn't expecting these kinds of questions for a long, long, time. However, Monday morning, Taylor was going through her clothes and came apon a pink and orange dress. "Remember you said I looked pretty when I was in this dress, Mommy?" "Yes." A few minutes later, "Did you have to look pretty to find guy to love and marry?" Oh boy. How was I to answer that question? I told her that when her dad and I met that we were just friends and that I wore clothes that I was comfortable in, that I usually wear. But it is fun to dress up and look extra pretty for those you love and to feel extra pretty yourself. This time I didn't add it, but it's a phrase I try to use for my girls self-esteem in this looks fixated society, "you look pretty in whatever you wear, even when you're naked."

I Didn't Do It

Well, it was an enjoyable but exhausting weekend. I think it was our first camping trip this year with no rain - other than during the drive down. On our drive home the girls fell asleep and if it weren't for the fact that I was cold with the air conditioning on (to keep Warren alert), I would have been asleep to. Warren pulled into the driveway and then backed up with the back window blocked with camping gear. With my eyes closed I felt a slight bump, like when one puts the brakes on too quickly, and then we continued on, backing the newly, returned-to-our-use (no swing set on the back any more, after three years of storage) trailer into it's parking place. I opened my eyes to get out and start unloading and looked out my window at my car. "What did you do to my car?" I asked Warren, not knowing who had done the damage. In front of the passenger side door was a large, visible dent. This is not our year for cars. The thing is, no one will believe now that it wasn't me that put the dent there. Dents must be becoming common place for us for when I asked Taylor to look at what happened to my car, she walked bast the one foot dent three times before she noticed it.

Taylor Two-Wheels

Taylor began riding a two wheeler, with training wheels last summer. We have a busy street and don't use our bikes nearly as often as we'd like. Taylor did use her bike on a very long bike ride (6 km) on our first day at Keji in 2007 and a few tumbles on the uneven trail made her extra cautious. I feared it was one step forward and two steps back. This year we took her bike along more often: to Newfoundland, to Keji, to Shubie Campground, and to Jellystone. At Shubie, Warren realised that Taylor wasn't using her training wheels at all, in fact they may be getting in the way. He suggested taking them off but she wasn't up for it. Well, this past weekend, Taylor, now being six years and two days old, decided to go for it. She rode like she'd been riding a two-wheeler forever. She did have a tumble later when Daddy suggested she wiggle her handle bars back in forth. It was observed that she's likely not ready for anything fancy yet. Fortunately she did get back on her bike again in spite of her vow to walk the rest of our weekend camping trip. Daddy only complaint about Taylor doing so well is, "now we don't get to help teach her." He missed out on teaching his first child to ride a bike and now he didn't have to teach his second.

Sweet Dreams

The night before our very early morning ferry crossing, Mackenzie was having trouble getting to sleep. Daddy and I were in the washroom getting ready for bed ourselves and we could hear the girls bouncing around, especially Kenzie. In typical Daddy form, he whipped open the bathroom door and in his mean voice, hollered, "Get to sleep!" Well this scared and upset Mackenzie making it difficult still for her to get to sleep. Now instead of being full of giggles and bounces she was full of sobs and her unfortunate, common comment, "I don't like Daddy." Big sister Taylor went about doing her best to calm Mackenzie and sang to her with her sweet, quiet voice to calm her down, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep my..." In the end, Taylor, in my sister's usual fashion when she was the same age, fell asleep herself way before Mackenzie did. So when I reappeared into the room, Mackenzie climbed in with Daddy and myself, kissed me on the cheek, saying, "sweet dreams, you're sweet, don't let the bedbugs bite."

Yeah, Mommy

The day we had been waiting for had arrived. For two weeks I had been planning with my sister and mother for the eleven of us to go camping at Keji for five days. The longest spand of time I've spent in a tent with my own family. We were pumped. We had to wait for Taylor to finish school though at 10:30am Friday morning for her to pick up her report card. I figured mum and dad with no kids would arrive first and be able to pick out sites for the three families. Without working the night before and not having to wait for a child in school, I thought Andrea's family would also be ahead of us. Warren was working until 4pm but he intended to come down and join us Saturday as his eldest daughter was arriving by plane at 8:30pm Friday. I was dismayed that I had to get gas after picking Taylor up (late) and then return home to drop off her treat container (she had taken cupcakes for the class). Fortunately the girls were older and we didn't have to stop for a pee break. I did; however, miss the first exit and had to take a longer side route through Bridgewater before getting back on track. We were stopped at the first kiosk to get our people passes and then moved onto the campsite kiosk. I now had to use the washroom and had pulled over to the side by the kiosk for a pit stop before checking for messages on the bulletin board. I gave Taylor my cell phone and had her call Grammie who told us they were pulling in behind us. Soon afterwards, Andrea's crew arrived. They had driven in around the campsites and then came back to coincidentally join up with the rest of us. This was perfect timing in spite of delays and the weather was looking a lot better than had been fore casted. We found three sites in a row, paid our site fees, and were on our way. I was the first in the lead and had been given the site in the middle. Ever since pulling out of Mum and Dad's driveway in October I have been conscious about backing into parking spots when I can to make it safer pulling out of parking spots. Our car was packed to the roof and I couldn't see out the back window. I could only use my side mirrors and then the bikes' handle bars and wheels were blocking the view of trees in the angled driveway. I considered asking Taylor to hop out and direct me in but thought she might get in the way more than anything. I thought of waiting for the others to help me out but figured I was independent and could do this on my own. So slowly, barely tapping the gas to drive almost blindly, in reverse, uphill, and running on excitement, I backed in. There were trees on my right side and I wanted to leave room to walk by on the left. Watching the trees on my right I backed up a little bit, a little bit, a little bit more.... Then bump! Crack! Shatter! Warren's bike wheel had caught a tree (I wrecked his bike, bent frame etc.) and pushed the other bikes into the car. My bike's handle bars had pierced the bottom edge of the car's window and the safety glass had shattered. Needless to say, I was not impressed. This was the second of Warren's cars (he had the larger station wagon, suitable for camping) in less than six months. I haven't had a driving record like this in the 20 years I've held a driving licence. I phoned Warren right away and he wasn't happy either but seemed more bothered by the fact that it needed repaired in a week for us to drive to Newfoundland. Well...Warren found it was cheaper to buy an off-coloured door (we have a two-toned gray station wagon now) and install it himself than to replace the glass only. My brother-in-law helped me to clean up the glass shards and we had it all to the side in a tarp provided by mum by the time the clean up crew arrived. The clean up crew had been called in by a staff member driving by when I broke the window. The matter continued to haunt me and I was distraught by the fact that I had not the skills nor the financial means to fix my error myself but we carried on and went to the beach, hiking, canoeing, and more. Once, while returning from a walking spot we had to drive to, I backed into our site and Mackenzie, sitting behind me began to clap and cheer, "Yeah, Mommy. You didn't hit the tree!" I wasn't sure if I should laugh or be offended. I chose to laugh. Life's too short. To top things off, she did this a second time as well. Oh brother.

Too Flexible?

I don't know how she did it. This morning as Taylor and I were rushing about trying to get ready to leave the house on time and Mackenzie was still in bed, Taylor sneezed a great sneeze. A sneeze brought on by the colds all of us have. Well, somehow when she sneezed she brought her right knee up and her head down. Her mouth collided with her knee and blood was drawn. Taylor had managed to hit her lip hard enough with her knee that her lip pierced her upper lip and set it to bleeding. She wasn't impressed but I was. I wouldn't be able to get my knee anywhere near enough to my lip to do that kind of damage. Maybe there is such a thing as being too flexible.

Instructor's Demo Girl

As we arrived, late again, to Taylor and Mackenzie's swimming lessons, I was puzzled to be unable to spot Mackenzie's class in the little pool. Then I heard my name being called by the mother of one of Kenzie's classmates. They were over by the big pool, standing around the big slide. Mackenzie's instructor, Kayla, was standing in the cold, big pool ready to catch kids who were brave enough to go down the big slide for a fun event on their last day of lessons. Her helper was standing by the slide's steps to assist in climbing. I was both surprised and pleased that they were over here. One girl was in her mother's arms, clinging in apprehension of the task being asked of them. Owen, a little more brave, was holding onto his mother's leg but standing on his own. I walked to the edge of the pool and told the instructor that Mackenzie had just done this on the weekend and could go under, pop up, and swim to the side. Kayla asked Mackenzie if she wanted to go down the slide. Without hesitation and a big grin, Mackenzie went over to the slide, climbed up to the top of the big slide, slid down in a blur, plunged into the water of the pool, bobbed back up, put her head down into the water and swam to her instructor. You go girl! Mackenzie emerged from the pool with Kayla's help and came over to me, "Mommy, you proud of me?" "Yes. Give me a high five." Upon seeing Mackenzie go down the slide, Owen gained some confidence and removed himself from his mother, walked over to the slide, climbed up to the top, paused, then changed his mind in spite of coaxing, and climbed back down. Mackenzie beamed as her class changed activities and headed back to the usual little pool. This day Mackenzie received her report on it was written, " Mackenzie, you're an amazing swimmer, cutie! Thanks so much for being my demonstrator all session long! Good luck next time, hope you had as much fun as I did. Kayla."

I Want One Too

On a road trip with Daddy we visited the Bargin Giant. A store full of junk or wonder depending on your point of view. Both girls have attained a thick, fuzzy Caillou blanket at this store. Our last visit included Taylor emerging with yet another pet of the stuffed toy variety, a toy tabby cat with a pink bow. Mackenzie wanted pretty much everything and ended up failing to make a choice. Weeks later she sadly revealed that she wanted a kitty like Taylor's and wanted Daddy to get one. Taylor in her new technology wisdom suggested Mommy send Daddy a picture of her toy kitty so that he might be able to buy one for Mackenzie too. Taylor is often offering her advice to solve problems as they arise; except for how to leave the house on time for school.

New Hobby Through the Eyes of a Child

We've begun a new hobby this spring with a renewed interest in catching and looking at moths and butterflies and with the introduction of Painted-Lady butterfly caterpillars into Taylor's classroom. Our first identification challenge began with a moth Grammie handed to us in a jar commenting that it was the largest she'd seen and wondering if it was harmful to the environment. It was the twin-spotted Sphinx. Next we came across a pink and cream-coloured fuzzy looking moth perked on our door frame. It was the Rudy Maple Moth. My moth and identification book helped identify the first but not the second. Thanks Google. Taylor is full of questions about these critters. When do they come out (night or day), what do the eggs look like, what do they eat, how long do they live and so forth. I'm learning more than I ever took interest in learning before. Life through the eyes of child can be rather intriguing and even awe-inspiring.

Murder or Accident?

Mackenzie and Mommy were home one day, doing laundry and other things. Mommy left the second load of laundry in to soak while she hung out the first. When she returned, at first glance, something didn't look right in the washer. So before closing the lid and letting the cycle continue, she took a second look. "Mackenzie, come here!" Mommy had something to show Mackenzie, something they usually found outside under rotten logs and rocks. There on top of Mackenzie's fleece sheets was a red-backed salamander. Mommy went and got the camera for a photo would help to retell the story later. Photos done, Mackenzie and Mommy tried to get the salamander out of the wash tub. Mommy got a fish net and a small fish container and tried to coax the salamander into either one, closing in from front and back. The sly salamander dove under the water. Mommy was glad she hadn't added borax to her whites this time. After poking some clothes this way and that, Mommy decided to let the salamander climb out on its own like it did the last time and went to phone Daddy. Contemplating how the salamander got there, Mommy decided the salamander must have been in the fallen sheet that was fetched from the puddle in the backyard - the backyard and put back into the wash. Daddy suggested taking the laundry out one piece at a time. So... back to the laundry room an hour later and no sign of a salamander. Mommy picked up the empty laundry basket and started carefully pulling pieces of laundry out of the tub, one piece at a time, dripping water everywhere for she dare not wring out any laundry. Upon removal and inspection of each article of laundry, still no salamander, just a need for a mop and rubber boots to get around the laundry room. So Mommy started the washer draining, watching the water closely, and stopping it every few seconds. No sign of the salamander. Mommy then decided to recheck the wet laundry and put it back in one piece at a time, inspecting corners and all sides. No salamander. Sigh. Mackenzie and Mommy were getting worried. Where did it go? Where could it go? What could they do? Mommy started the washer up again, new water and new soap, no borax for her mud-stained sheet. It was soon time to rush off and get Taylor from school. When Taylor appeared at the car Mum told Taylor the story about the salamander in the wash and then realised something. Uh oh. Maybe the slim salamander went through the holes and into the filter. Thinking out loud brought chastisement from Taylor, "Mommy, you shouldn't have done that!" The salamander was likely drowned now. Something only scooping the water from the laundry tub would have helped. Arriving home, Mommy checked the washer filter and was more than dismayed at seeing the pale head of the missing salamander amongst the lint. And Taylor had wanted to keep it for a pet. What was the worse fate? Doing laundry will never be the same again; especially laundry that has fallen into the backyard mud hole.

Water Rat

On Saturday, 30 May 2008, Daddy decided that he wanted Mackenzie to go off the diving board before she's four. Taylor went off the diving board and rope at the pool when she was four. Well, with coaxing Mackenzie stood in line with her sister for the diving board while Mommy waited in the pool (Mommy was in the pool because Daddy can't tread water.) Mackenzie walked to the end of the board without hesitation and then backed up, came forward again, and backed up right off the board. She did; however, jump in behind Mommy from the side of the pool while Mommy was looking the other way watching Taylor. Mackenzie didn't go far from the edge and bobbed up in her usual fashion and soon climbed out to go back in the warm pool with Daddy. A little later, Mackenzie stood in line again for the diving board. Taylor stood behind her and Daddy was beside her. Mommy was still in the cold pool. Mackenzie again walked right to the end, but not as closely to the end. We coaxed and reassured her but she wasn't ready and backed up. The young teens in the line were quite patient waiting in line. Daddy reached out a hand to Mackenzie and she grabbed on expecting to be lifted off the board and clung on. Daddy shook her loose and Mackenzie landed in the pool next to Mommy. She wasn't upset at this landing in the pool but soon climbed out. Next Daddy encouraged Mackenzie to try the big slide. Mommy was trying to spot Taylor as kids under the age of 9 are to be "within arms reach of a responsible adult." Mommy noticed Kenzie on the top of the slide and dove under the line around the bottom of the slide. Soon after catching a smiling Mackenzie, a lifeguard informed Mommy that kids aren't allowed on the slide unless they can swim outside the ring by themselves. Mommy told the lifeguard that Mackenzie could if she wanted too. Mommy tried to find Taylor in the pool as Daddy called, "you better hurry." For Mackenzie was at the top of the slide again, determined to go down. Mommy was less than thrilled that she hadn't been redirected back to the warm pool. But, true to form, Mackenzie slid down the big slide into the pool and without hesitation put her face into the water and swam outside of the ring to Mommy. So there Mister Lifeguard. Now can we put her back in the nice safe kiddy pool?

Where's Taylor?

This past weekend Taylor went to Sparks camp where she professes to have had a hundred, kadrillion, million funs. Whatever that number is. When asked what she liked best, she said, all of it. The entire family drove the hour to take her there Friday night and stayed long enough at campfire for Mommy to learn a new song (black socks, and it annoys daddy) and to smell like smoke. Saturday morning, Mommy heard the squeak of Mackenzie door, the padding of her footsteps, followed by her call, "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. Taylor where are you?" Mommy had to update her as Daddy was already gone to work at 7:30am. Once Mackenzie was informed or reminded where Taylor was she was fine and denied missing Taylor whenever asked. Hey, she got to have both Mommy and Daddy to herself at the family swim, and to play with Taylor's friend Oliva without any jealousy being an issue.

What's That?

I am forever teasing my husband that he has a cartoon outfit in that he wears the same thing everyday. In cooler weather he wears a t-shirt under a denim shirt with black or blue jeans, all well worn, and with a black leather belt. In warmer weather he removes the denim shirt. It is only in the last two years that I have seen him wear shorts and he only owned one pair until I bought him two more. He also favors only two pairs of shoes and one of two jackets; leather for warmer weather, Columbia jacket for winter. One can never accuse him of spending too much on clothing; especially since his second-hand-clothing store skilled mother finds him and buys him most of his clothes; including new socks and underwear. So to continue with the story now that the necessary background is covered.... the other day my husband steps into the kitchen where our daughters are doing their usual, watching tv. Mackenzie points to my husband and asks, "what's that?" He looked around not knowing what she was referring to and after some repetition of the question, "what's that?" he came to realise what she was talking about. He had delved further back into the recesses of his closet and came out with something from his 10% category. Something outside his typical clothing. He was wearing not a denim shirt but a polo shirt. When a three year old comments on your clothing using the terms, "what's that?" I think maybe one should consider the fact that their clothing is predictable. But then, so what? However, I still find it hilarious.

Female Superhero Shortage

My nephew's third birthday was coming and he wanted to have a super hero party. This is a very popular theme in my nephew's home. The last time my girls dressed as princesses. This time I wanted to make them a super hero costume. Then came the challenge; trying to find a female super hero that was predominant and not vague in her moral character and didn't get on my nerves. That left out The Powder Puff Girls, The Power Rangers, Poison Ivy, Cat Woman, Supergirl (who?). I didn't want them dressing like Zena Warrior Princess or She-Ra though I suppose I could add more cloth to their usual costumes. And the girls weren't interested in being Invisigirl or Elastigirl. That left Wonder Woman, my heroine of years and years ago. And the girls actually knew who she was thanks to watching retro cartoons. Retro. shudder. Way to feel old. So we managed to throw outfits together for both girls as they both wanted to be Wonder Woman. The most difficult part was finding star stickers. So, they arrived at the party and the two other girls there were dressed as a princess, and Wonder Woman. Girls today, apparently, are in desperate need of female super heroes to look up to.

More Money

I had no idea this year that when my daughter went to school this year that it would cost me more money than I had been spending on a sitter. I had expected to save money. Ha! I only had to hand over twenty dollars for school supplies but then it was book orders (I'm a sucker for children's books), hot lunch and milk orders, fund raisers (magazine subscriptions and coffe), green Christmas, and school photos. Silly me, I thought school photos were only in the fall but now they have spring ones as well. And well...instead of writing a note and saying this is just another way to solicit money so I won't give my daughter permission to have her picture taken, I signed the form. Now she brings home her proofs and it's so.... cute. What parent doesn't like photos of their kid, even when they're crying? So, out I fork more money to send photos to the grandparents. And with a divorce in the mix that isn't two pictures, that's three. Then I'd like one for the half sister who lives in another province, one for my daughter of course for her memory album, and me. I think my sister had many reasons for deciding to home school her children, and this is one of them. Don't we pay taxes so our kids can go to school for free? Yet we send in boxes of tissues, wrapping paper, photo copy paper, and I drive my daughter to and from school because there is no busing for French Immersion. Money, money, money, always money, in a rich man's world.

Now We Can Go!

On Sunday both the girls had a long chat with Grandma on the phone about what they wanted to do when they go visit her in early June. Trying to explain when we were going proved difficult. We told Taylor another 87 days or three pages on the calendar, when school is over, and it's warm outside. Mackenzie, as a three year old, was more difficult to explain to. Monday morning Mackenzie was in the flyer getting dressed to take Taylor to school when she started getting excited, "now we can go to Grandma's. There's no snow." Oh dear. Time is going to go very slowly for Mackenzie as she waits for her trip to Newfoundland.

JUST A MOM? (email forward)

A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

"What I mean is, " explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a ...?"

"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."

"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
'housewife' covers it,"
Said the recorder emphatically.


I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."

"What is your occupation?" she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in m midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,
"just what you do in your field?"

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."

Motherhood!

What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.


Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human
Relations"
And great grandmothers
"Executive Senior Research Associates?"
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts "

Associate Research Assistants."

Pool Crasher

Easter Monday came and I needed a way to keep us away from the candy and baked goods and to burn off some energy so we headed to the sports stadium for a workout and a dip in the pool. I picked the girls up at the daycare and we headed for the pool to meet up with their cousins. As usual, Mackenzie was so excited to get in and got herself dressed in her suit in record time; beating me. We put our towels on the counter, showered, and headed for the water, each of us picking up our own towels as we went. Also as usual, Mackenzie headed for the edge of the pool and fearlessly jumped in. Then she held up her right hand and looked at me puzzled; she still had her hooded animal towel in her hand, now sopping wet. Good thing I always take a bath sheet rather than a towel; enough to share with a friend or daughter.

Silly Bunny

This was the first year that Easter and more specifically, the Easter egg hunt, meant something to both my girls. Taylor was advising Mackenzie on where to look for eggs. She says the Easter bunny can be tricky and likes to hide things up high like on the top of the pictures. In the morning, the girls slept in until 8am. Taylor had to wait a grueling 30 minutes for Mackenzie to wake up. The second Mackenzie awoke, they were on their way. They searched the upper floor then, missing many eggs on the way, they went to the basement to check the laundry room. They found one chocolate egg and headed toward the window ledge for the pink chicken egg. The second they approached the motion sensor detection window, beep, beep, beep.... I had to stop my movie making and run to turn off the alarm. They alarm monitor person thought it was funny and asked how the Easter bunny managed to not set the alarm off. Taylor asked the same question and then decided it must have been magic. That shock over with, and the basement searched, the girls retraced their steps and found more eggs they had overlooked. Mackenzie found a Cadbury egg in her winter boot and bent over, hands on hips, laughing, "silly bunny!" She is still telling everyone she meets about the Easter bunny putting an egg in her boot. Now I just wish they would stop asking me how many days until the next Easter.

Non-Competetor

More and more, Taylor exhibits some unfortunate traits of my own. sigh. For the last four weeks of skating lessons she has been asking, "is this the last one?" and saying with conviction, "I don't want to go." I used to love skating lessons, I just never liked the competition or the grand show off event at the end. At least she doesn't have to endure that. Well, the last day of lessons came and she was most excited to receive her level two badge; however, she also had to ask, "is this the last day? Can I not go to lessons any more and just go after school?" Works for me. She's in enough activities now and it's rather cold for me to sit and wait in the arena for her for an hour. Here's for moving onto warmer activities. But are swimming lessons really warmer?

I'm Getting Smart!

Taylor announced to me the other day, "I'm getting smart. I know lots of things about penguins, and seals, and...." She has taken to asking about the animals she sees on tv and in books and I have to opportunity to check out books on the library about the animals. I have to admit, I'm getting smarter too for I now know lots of things about seahorses, seals, penguins ...."

Opportunity or Disappointment?

Over March Break, Taylor was given the opportunity to go with her cousin to Kindermusik. Her aunt was teaching and able to get her two children in in exchange. She opted to trade her youngest for my eldest, thus giving Taylor a chance to try it out. For the week before Taylor was pleading not to go. Finally when asking why she didn't want to go, she said she was too shy. She didn't seemed convinced that it would be OK even though she had attended one class before at the library and that both her cousin and aunt would be there. The night before she was excited when told that Grammie had made capes for all the kids who were going including a pink one. What a turn-around in attitude! Well she had a blast the first day though my sister said she was hard to read as she is very quiet. But Taylor was very happy when she got home and excited to go the next day and the next. She was not happy when on the third day she wasn't allowed to stay all day like the other kids. My sister only kept them there in the mornings. Then there was none on the fourth day. That evening Taylor wanted to know when her cousin could sleep over. Well, I began, he can't stay over tonight because he has Kindermusik in the morning. Her face lit up as she asked, "am I going too?" Her face fell just as dramatically when I told her, "no, you just got to go to the camp and he's going to his regular classes." She then wanted to know if she could sign up too. When told she's already signed up for a lot of activities she wanted to know if she could take it in the summer. The poor thing, for it isn't offtered in the summer. She seems content, for now, with my promise to look into it. I'll have to check the website soon.

Mommy's Going to Be Mad

On Sunday, my husband found a table and chairs for sale that are similar to our own. When it comes to family dinners we often don't have enough chairs to go around. So he went and snatched these five up at $6.00 a chair. They aren't as sturdy as the ones we have so he took our youngest and went off to buy some good wood glue before taking on the challenge of gluing them back together. He wrote me at work to say, "Two of the chairs have had the legs removed and glued back in place. Kenzie thought you would be mad that the chairs were apart. She said it was silly when I got her to sit on one of them with no legs." It's funny how little one's minds work.

Where Are My Cousins?

What is in a name, a title? On Wednesday afternoon past, friends came over for a visit. The mom's used to chat while the older girls played together, usually in the Burger King playroom. Our second children hadn't been born yet. We have invited them to all our birthday parties and have made a point of getting together on a regular basis. While they were visiting on Wednesday, Kenzie fell asleep on the rec room floor. Our company left and then it was time to go to Taylor's skating lessons. I scooped Kenzie up and she awoke when we arrived at the stadium. When we returned back home, "you-hoo!" Mackenzie called and then turned to me in bewilderment and asked, "Where are my cousins?" Puzzled, it took me a moment or two before I asked her, "Do you mean Joy and Hope?" "Yes," she answered. I guess, closeness isn't in being related but in time spent together.

Prescription Medication for Dummies

For three nights in a row, my youngest daughter, Mackenzie, has been running a fever hovering around 40 degrees Celcius. It's odd, but she hasn't had a fever in the day time other than Sunday afternoon. So, my husband was going to take her to the walkin clinic on Sunday afternoon while I was at work but Mackenzie slept all afternoon and when I got home it was too late to go. This morning I thought I'd have an excuse to get out of going to the gym but her temperature was normal, 37.2. So off we went. She did her usual things of watching tv, sitting in my lap, joining me in the shower, and then getting speedily ready to go pick Taylor up at school. Mackenzie, like usual, fell asleep on the way to school and keep on sleeping even when I moved her into bed once we got back home at 3pm. At 4pm it was time to get her ready for swimming so Daddy went in to get her. She was a bit whinney but who isn't when they are woken up (even though daddy said he didn't wake her). We packed up and took off, late for lessons. While dressing Mackenzie in her swimsuit I realized she was hot to the touch, again. She tried lessons anyway but unlike herself she got upset about being splashed and wouldn't blow bubbles. Ten minutes later, I scooped her up in a towel, then rinsed her off and dressed her for home. At 6pm we found ourselves on the way to the walkin clinic. Mackenzie slept the entire way there and on my shoulder in the waiting room. In the exam room she woke up wanted a drink of water and saying she was too hot; so she dramk from the tap and stripped out of her coat and shirt. Once examined, ears, chest, and throat I learned that her cough wasn't the problem, her lungs were fine but she has strep throat. Oh dear. I just wanted to be put out of my misery when I had that. But she wasn't complaining about her throat. Hmmm. Oh, uh. What about the kids at daycare? Guess it'll be a sick day for work. We got her prescription filled and put it in the cart under the infant seat for she was back to sleep again. I then picked up oralgel for Taylor who is getting her new teeth coming in front of her baby teeth and she finds it rather painful. I had to pay for my second purchase at another cashier. When leaving, I scooped Mackenzie and my second package up, forgetting the first with the prescription medication in it and our reason for being here. It was under the infant seat and I couldn't see it. Halfway to the car, I remembered it. I hoped no one had noticed my oversight. I went back in the indoor, carrying my sleeping three year old, my purse, and my second package. On my way I had to pass the magazine and book section. On the end of the display, in a bright yellow with black was one of the For Dummies series, "Prescription Medication for Dummies." I thought this quite funny. - I better go for Mackenzie crawled out of bed and came looking for me and is now passed out at the top of the stairs.

The Quiz

That seemed to be very, very easy even without taking notes and only took me about 10 minutes. I wish quizes were that easy going through school.

Thing #23: Twitter - the final thing

Instant messaging "stuff" again. sigh. As I said before, I have no patience for instant messaging. Use the phone. What happened to that personal contact? I can understand instant messaging's purpose if one has to contact serveral people quickly like when the storm cancelled my Pampered Chef party last week but many if not all of those people don't have instant messaging. Instant messaging is just encouraging and further developing the growing trend of "I want it now" in today's society. We have fast food, faster cleaning products (that create more waste and harm to the environment), priority post, quick fixes, etc. What happened to taking your time to do the job right or looking forward to the moment or savoring the present time? I don't want an instant message Valentine greeting, a fast food meal, and virtual flowers for Valentine's Day this year. It leaves something missing. Rush, rush, rush. Like in a song I like, "I'm in a hurry to get things done. I rush and rush until life's no fun. All I gotta do is live and die but I'm in a hurry and don't know why." I'm also wondering what gets left out when their is no body language or intonation to help interpret what one is saying. I know that I have often been misinterpreted in email without those two key elements. I've heard that 20% or meaning is in our body language. Smilies can't make up for that.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twitter

Yes! I'm finished all the challenges! Can't say I'll remember enough to complete the quiz though. I should have taken more and organized my notes.

Thing 21 and 22: Meebo

I found I couldn't do much with Thing 21 to try out meebo without going onto visit HRL Meebo chat room. It figures that once I take the time to go there and for once in my life try instant messaging, that there is no one there. But I'm used to talking to myself. But typing is more time consuming and I can listen to the lilt of my voice. LOL Seriously, I have no patience for instant messaging. I'll use the phone if I want to talk to friends or family and email or facebook allows us to exchange communication without being available at the same time.

http://blog.meebo.com/about

Thing #20: Folksonomy part one

The Wikipedia site describes Folksonomy as the practice and method of collaboratively creating and mangaing tags to annotate and categoize content. This method of tagging makes a body of information increasingly easy to search, discover, and navigate over time. Folksonomy enable Web users to label and share user-generated content, such as photographs, or to collaboratively label existing content, such as Web sites, books, works in the scientific and scholarly literatures, and blog entries.

The Term folksonomy is generally attributed to Thomas Vander Wal. It is a portmanteau of the words folk and taxonomy that specifiaclly refers to subject indexing systems created within Internet communities.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folksonomy

Now, I'm not sure how to find "a folksonomy" in order to describe it here.

Thing #19: Friend Someone

I have done this already using facebook. Facebook did cause me some trouble though when a stranger was able to read, copy, and forward my communication. I have since learned that there are many privacy settings so that various information can be seen by everyone/friends only/ or only me. I have also learned that wireless conncections and public computers increase the risk of privacy breeches. Facebook also told me that no one should be able to read my email unless they have access to my account or the person I am corresponding with. I am also able to block certain people. There are many privacy features in other online services as well such as blogspot. In my blogspots, I have one that is viewable by everyone, and three that are by invitation only. I have also discovered there that I can invite up to 100 authors to my blogspots which is very useful for members of my girls' night group.

Mommy's Nurse

Yesterday I was beginning to feel what Taylor was complaining of Monday, crampy stomach, nausous, and just plain tired. I left the girls in front of the tv and went to bed. Taylor (who is 5 years old) came in shortly after telling me they would be in the kitchen if I needed anything to just yell and they would empty the throw up bowl if I needed them too. She also went and got a stool so she could close the blind and the curtains, saying, "there, is that like night time?" She then left shutting the bedroom door behind her. Minutes later she came in saying, I thought I'd get you some books in case you'd like to read. She then went to my bookshelf and filled a container with my books and placed them beside me on the bed, "Are these your favorites?" Mackenzie also ran in carrying what they called bedtime books from her own bookshelf. Again, Taylor left with Mackenzie, returning shortly after, "Here's the lamby (the hot water bottle) in case your tummy hurts." Again, she left, and a little more time passed before she returned with Mackenzie at her heals, "Mommy, here's a get-well card for you." They had both made one. Then they left and didn't return for over an hour. At that time they returned saying, "We're bored and hungry." So I got up and hurried through getting their supper and putting them to bed. I felt weak but better after my rest and Taylor's care. Where did she ever learn to bed so empathetic?

Skating Pro

I have been taking Mackenzie skating Friday mornings since October 2007. We usually only lasted on the ice for about 20 minutes and during that time Mackenzie was usually being pushed on a chair by me. "Faster, faster!" she'd ask. For the last month she has been taking her chair support and hitting the ice before I have my skates on. Also, for the last month I have been taking Taylor along as well, switching from morning skates to the after school skates. Both have been gaining in self-confidence and can now out-skate me. Yesterday, Mackenzie abandoned the chair minutes after getting onto the ice and only the last five minutes was being pushed around on a chair. She even skated once around the entire rink with me. She has also learned to get back up without holding onto anyone or anything when she does fall down. Now, now, I have to learn to skate again. My two girls don't need me any more and without pushing one of them on a chair, I no longer have it to hold myself up. I had to send Taylor after Mackenzie once when she crossed the barrier between the beginning skaters and the practiced skaters. I just can't keep up. However, we are all getting better. I can now stand up after a session on the ice for my legs are no longer reduced to jello. They are ;however, frozen for I'm not skating as quickly as I could while using a chair to hold myself up. As for Mackenzie, she has declared, once again, "I'm a big girl now. I'm five. Are you proud of me?" We must invest in a proper hockey helmet with a cage for she just skates full out. Even the supervisor commented that she could use a caged helmet for "she has no fear and she's cute as a button so I'd hate to see her fall on her face."

Things #17 and #18

Thing #17 says to try flickr. I set up an account but I do not have photos of my own at work to use flickr at this point.

Thing #18 requests that participants "tag" something. I have tagged people in photos on my facebook account. I hope this counts. This tagging helps to share with others with brief clicks rather than forwarding something that requires a lot of memory.

Mommy Sandwich

Way.....back when I was single (about 12 years ago) my bed often seemed to be very cold and lonely. I now long to have some space to myself even after moving up from a single mattress to a queen. Sunday night I was awoken by the slow creak... of my bedroom door which was then followed by a click with its closing, the pitter patter of bare feet, and tense silence as my little one stood next to the bed waiting to be addressed. "Hi." "Mommy can I come in with you?" As Taylor crawled in we had the usual exchange of I had a nightmare, what was it about, and I don't know, before we both succumed to sleep again. Sharing my bed with my girls is such a regular occurance that I don't always wake up when they do climb in. An unknown amount of time passed before I was rudely awakened by a smaller someone climbing up over the bed and me. "Hi, Kenzie." "Hi, Mommy." she replied as she roughly wedged herself in between her father and I. Now I lay between Mackenzie, on the left, and Taylor, on the right, making me the sandwich filling to this family submarine. The rest of the night was a bit rough. One arm was pinned under Taylor's head, at her request, and was falling asleep. I was also incredibly hot wedged between two young ones with high metabolisms. The limited space was hurting my hips so I rolled over on my side to release the pressure. Oh, to have my bed to myself again. But for now, they are both still so very little and still want to cuddle with Mommy. I shall take their affections while they are still willing to give them. In addition to this, they are both sick at the moment and only Mommys will do. But when is there cuddle time for Mommy and Daddy? And how much bigger do they have to grow before someone is falling out of the bed?

Thing #9 & 10 Capture an RSS feed

Yes!!! Thanks to help from a co-worker (here's to quiet Sundays and helpful co-workers) I have completed thing 9 and 10, capture Challenge 2.0 and an RSS feed. I can see how this could save a frequent internet user a lot of time closing and opening windows switching from one site to another. Where has this feature been all my web-surfing life? But then I just learned about control tab in firefox...

A Little Off The Top

Taylor had her first school concert last week and as she was standing there in her dress, necklace, and silver braclet between two young fellows in their spify ties, it occured to me: Taylor needs her hair cut. She looks raggedy and I should have had it cut before the concert. Ahhh..... So, since then I have been mentioning on and off that when I get paid next we'll have to go get our hair cut, that Taylor's eyebrows have disappeared, etc. Yesterday Taylor asked if I could cut her bangs. I told her that I used to cut my own but I don't want to cut hers because when my mother used to cut my bangs they would be crooked so she'd trim them again and again and they would end up way....up at the top of my forehead. Well... later that night I was on the phone talking to my on-the-road hubby and Taylor made a rush for the bathroom. A bit later she hadn't returned so I called for her, "Taylor did you get stuck in the toilet?" No answer. "Taylor!" Still no answer so I went to check. What to my wandering eyes should appear, but a pile of hair trimmings all over the floor, and a pair of fine scissors in my daughter's wee grip. Oh my. "Look, Mommy, I trimmed them myself." I couldn't understand how she got by me to get the "hair scissors" out of the kitchen cupboard while I was in the kitchen and then returned to the bathroom to trim her bangs almost up to her scalp in a jaggedy line and around her ears in a haphazard manner. sigh. "Good job Taylor but they're a little short. I thought you wanted to grow your hair out and only trim your bangs." "And I trimmed around my ears too." "That's going to make it hard to grow your hair long. Come here and we'll trim it up a bit." So...to make the most of it, I had a seat and trimmed off the stray bits still floating around her forehead, leaving the patches around the ears to remain as is. I just hope she doesn't get teased and tormented at school today. I suppose, in another month or so, her hair might not look too short any more.

Me a Big Girl

Sometime last week after the girls were put in bed for the night, I heard a banging sound. I sent my husband to investigate. He found Mackenzie kicking at her collapsible bedside railing, "me no like that no more. Me a big girl." I folded the railing up and put it in her closet. She has managed not to fall out of bed, yet, but I wish her blankets would stop falling out. Mackenzie has also declared, after a month of "accidents" that, "me no pee on the floor no more. Me a big girl now." That girl can be determined which is both a blessing and a curse at times. But true to her word, she hasn't had any more "accidents." Now I just hope she'll soon be able to finish her breakfast before it's ready to leave for her sister's school in the morning, "Mommy! me not ready to go yet! Me not finished!"

Deferred to Grammie

More and more lately, the girls are saying, "take it to Grammie, she'll fix it." I am starting to think they doubt my abilities. If Mackenzie needs her blanket satin edging, it's take it to Grammie. I guess I started it for Grammie's sewing machine and serger are always set up. My sewing machine is in a box in the basement. Then Grammie mended a sock or two while the girls were being babysat. Hey, I've sewn on buttons and repaired socks. But the other day, I will admit, I was a little hurt when Taylor said, "this curls up on my sock. Can you drop it off to Grammie to fix when you take me to school tomorrow?" Indignant, I finished putting Taylor to bed and went and dug out my sewing box, promptly sewing the snowman patch back onto Taylor's sock. The next morning, she turned the sock over in her hands, pulled at the edges of the snowman and asked, "you fixed this?" ugh. I guess a mother doesn't have the time to do those little things between running kids here and there, cooking meals, doing laundry, and trying to have together time. But Grandmother's, they make the time, for they are helping you and your kids, their grandkids, while proving their worth, and perhaps, doing the little things they wished they had done when they were "just" a mother.

Thing #15

I am getting behind on the challenge. I still have skipped thing 9 and 10 but alas, I'll get to it. Thing #15 was to try del.icio.us. It's useful for organizing my bookmarks and still be able to access them from any Internet computer (great for websites used for programming and be able to work for various computers). I can see it being very useful for patrons who use the public computers. It is also useful in that you don't have to use your own computer's space to bookmark. A co-worker swears by Notebook because one can add notes to it as well. I have found; however, that I have added most of my bookmarks to my blogspot already to do the same thing: save computer space and to be able to access it from anywhere. I am also getting tired of all my user names and passwords for I'm losing track of them. Is there a spot to store them? Ah, technology...attempting to keep up is a full time job.

First Lost Tooth

Just recently Taylor discovered that she had a loose tooth; her first loose tooth. Mommy, in all her wisdom, predicted that Taylor's tooth would be out by the weekend. This was about December 12. On our drive to go to the public pool for a swim, Taylor excitedly announced, "my tooth came out! Now the tooth fairy will come tonight!" We then had to scramble for something safe to put her baby tooth in. We found a discarded Christmas card envelope inside our darkened car. Upon returning home from our swim, Taylor had to phone and share her exciting news with her Grandma, her other grandparents, her cousin, and her (half) sister. In the morning, she had to call them again and tell everyone that she got markers, fairy markers, from the tooth fairy. Yesterday, she lost her second tooth. This time it was while sitting at the kitchen table and watching Christmas cartoons. So she sat down and made herself an envelope of her own design for her second baby tooth. When she finished making her envelope, to her great panic, Taylor couldn't find her tooth and was in a great panic, "it's gone forever." Mommy found it on the floor next to Taylor's knee where she knelt searching frantically. This time Taylor only had to phone her grandparents. This morning she asks her younger sister, "do you want to come with me and see what the tooth fairy left me?" Mackenzie in her usual form emphatically answers, "Sure!!!" Taylor soon returned to my room, shoulders slumped, listlessly flapping the item through the air, the tooth fairy left me "just a book." Her second tooth, and already her standards are set so high. She and her sister soon discovered that the book had foil stickers in the back that they had a grand time making up crafts with. Go figure.

Photo Flop

In all our brilliance, we decided to take our own photos this year. Usually I book an appointment in October at the Superstore to take the girls Christmas photos. We have the tripod, a better camera, flood lights, etc. so my husband suggested we take our own photos. We usually have to carefully write down who would like a photo and then decide what package we want accordingly. Then if we want more prints it's either break copyright law and scan it or pay $7.99 for another sheet of photos. It seemed best to take our own. We can even send to photos for printing in various provinces and have the relatives pick them up so they don't get mangled in the mail. So.... I showered the girls, they got dressed in their finery that Grandma bought them, blew dried their hair, added some pale lipstick (Taylor wanted to be like Mommy and look as pretty as she could with makeup), and some hairspray. Tah, dah. Daddy hooked up the flood lights, cleared the wooden bench, attached the camera to the tripod, used Taylor for some practice shots and we were ready. Or so we thought. Warren took two photos of the girls together, and one with me as well, then the batteries died. Figures. We'll have to try again later. Guess I won't be the first one mailing out my Christmas cards this year. There goes my reputation.

Strawberry Obsession

Mackenzie has discovered Strawberry Shortcake, the cartoon. I'm not sure how she learned about her though I did buy her a Strawberry Shortcake jacket last winter. I then bought her a comforter this fall but it just has strawberries all over it. We then borrowed some movies from the library (I have to sneak them back) and found a doll at Value Village. Hmmm.... I guess I started it. I still don't understand why she gets so excited about Strawberry Shortcake though. To me, she's as annoying as Dora the Explorer. They are both just so gosh, darn, chipper. We did lose the doll at Value Village when she got put down for a bathroom break and we were unable to find her again. I then asked on freecycle if anyone had one up for grabs and got a tip to check kijiji. We were able to buy two for $5.00; and one talks! Mackenzie was thrilled when Daddy brought them home. Now I'm loosly considering a Strawberry Shortcake theme for her birthday this month... I think I'll stick to a Doodlebops theme and try for Strawberry next year. There is so much available online for parties. Either way, Mackenzie is just thrilled to be having a party and "all my friends coming!"

Memories

glorified from the past,

frozen in time,

resurface through

reminders of location,

sensation, and activities,

unconsciously in dreams

and consciously through regrets.

I wish to metamorphize

this past relationship

and bring it into the reality of now,

paste over the rose-colored glasses

of yesterday

and capture it in realism.

I cannot pursue what wasn't

for this isn't the time

or the place for it to be.

I will have to take a new direction

of old and aging friends,

to purge myself of our past

that continues to reemerge

and interfere with my present.

I find I cannot turn my back

and let the past be past

so it shall have to change

and it shall have to mature

as my body, if not my mind, has done.

There is no place for that past

in my today.

With it, I cannot move on,

within the relationship I now have.

Brave Girl

Taylor's dentist appointment sadly didn't end with her being posted on the cavity free wall. Mommy's slacking off on flossing Taylor's teeth resulted in a cavity between the tight upper back teeth. Taylor, since receiving her shots for starting school, is rather afraid of needles. She was not thrilled about the idea of having to get a needle to have her tooth fixed. With a quavering voice she asked the dentist if she could have gas instead of a needle as mum had told her that sometimes people have gas instead of needles. She wasn't able to have that option. The dentist explained that she would put a type of jello on Taylor's gums so that the needle wouldn't hurt as much. Taylor said she had to get a needle for school and it really hurt. The dentist then expained that this needle wasn't going into her muscle and wouldn't hurt as much. Mum and little sister had to leave for Taylor to get her work done. The dentist didn't want to scare Mackenzie for any of her future visits. About 30 minutes later when Mackenzie was asking if she could see Taylor now the dental hygenist arrived and said Taylor did well and we could go see her now. Taylor, cheek all puffed up, was rooting through a treasure box of stickers and tattoos for being such a good girl. She wasn't phased by her experienced at all. She puffed up in a big grin when mum told her she was proud of her. Taylor then wanted to call all her relatives and tell them what a great job she had done getting her cavity fixed. She then announced she was hungry and wanted something to eat.

Thing Number 8: try an online processor

I tried google documents and created a xmas shopping list and wrote a wee poem (also published here on my blogspot). I used to do a lot more poem composing. I can see the convience of keeping documents online so that they are accessible from any computer rather than having to download and upload in order to share or to edit. This option has great potential.

Relationships take work.

Great relationships take even more work.

But they're worth it.

The more you put in,

the more you can get out.

Relationships are also a two way street.

It takes two of you to move forward.

Or only one does the work,

and burns out feeling unappreciated.

It takes honesty even when it hurts,

for the imagined may be worse.

It takes understanding;

attempts to understand and

help to make one understand.

It takes agreeing to disagree

rather than having to always win

thereby creating a loser.

It takes respect.

Respect for self so that one doesn't lose

too much of oneself and have nothing to give.

Respect for the other

so that one tries to accomodate,

compromise, and please.

It takes choosing to love

in spite of little things that irriatate

or things we don't agree with.

True love begins when the lust wears off

and we choose to stay

and we choose to do

because we want to.

Wikipedia's view of scrapbooking

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrapbooking

Thing Number Seven: Wikipedia article

Being the crafty person that I am (take that expression as you wish), I decided to read an article on Scrapbooking. I was very interested to learn the history of it such as that it began almost as soon as printing began and that it was similar to oral story telling only with a more visual and tactile element. Makes sense to me. I'm more a visual learner than oral so it makes sense that I would enjoy passing on my families stories through scrapbooking. Hey, I'm now amongst the elite of Thomas Jefferson and Mark Twain who also scrabooked! Scrapbooking as it is now understood was started in 1976 by Marielen Christensen who made 80 albums in 4 years. And I thought I had too many albums! I think I have 14 completed albums in 7 years. I thank Marielen and her huband, AJ, for starting and devolping scrapbooking as it is known today. It has been an emotional outlet for me, has helped me to find time to be with my friends, and has helped me to capture and preserve the memories and moments of my family. I'm addicted.

Another Year of Treating (no tricks)

My eldest, Taylor has been counting the sleeps until Hallowe'en for the past five days. This morning she was excited that it was today. However, she must have been too excited as she stepped over her costume on her way out of the car when I dropped her off at school and forgot it. I had to find parking and then run it into her after the bell had rung. Then at supper time she exclaimed that it wasn't time to go treating yet as it wasn't dark. Sheesh. First she can't wait then she's making me wait to get it overwith.

To Kenzie, this is all still rather new and only her second time out trick or treating. It took some coaxing to get her to put her costume on to go out trick or treating. Finally finding something different from what she wore at the sitter's or to Grammie and Grampy's, we headed out the door. At the first house she asked, "me go home now?" At the second house she asked, "me go home now?" At the third house she asked, "me go home now?" At the fourth house she asked, "me go home now?" At the fifth house she asked, "me go home now?" Well, Taylor answered and said, "I'm having fun, we're not going home until we get to the end." Fifteen houses later, Mommy was asking Kenzie, "Can we go home now?" Kenzie replied, "No, me not done yet." Figures. She also didn't want to let me empty her treating bag into a grocery bag so she could continue collecting. I think she wisely doesn't trust me with her candy. Twenty two houses later, we got home and only 30 minutes past bed time. Getting them to bed and asleep, well that is another story.

A Shot in the Arm

It's that time of year again when I take us all to the doctor's office for our flu shots. Taylor has normally been very good about needles; she rarely cries but rather just sits on my knee and take the shot in the arm. This time was different. I should have taken backup. As soon as I parked the car Taylor was protesting, "I'm not getting a needle, you and Kenzie get a needle but I'm not going to, no, no, no...." Fortunately the waiting room had the distraction of Hallowe'en coloring sheets. They helped in the exam room too until Dr. T arrived. Taylor scooted between my chair and the magazine rack faster than I've ever seen her move and immediately started arguing about not getting a shot. I got my shot first; trying not to show any reaction. It wasn't that big a deal this time anyway. Mackenzie had been sleeping on my arm in a long-sleeved sweater (in 23 degree weather, but there's no accounting for her choice of clothing) and had to be woken up to retrieve her arm from its confines. She started protesting right away as well screaming, "NO!!" and kicking her legs and waving her arms. The doctor was still talking with Taylor that the needle helps her to not get sick and that it wouldn't hurt as much as her needles for starting school. - Oh...that's why she's suddenly so opposed to shots. - I held Kenzie against me holding her arm and pinning her legs with my other arm. She still succeeded in giving the doctor a good kick before bursting in to big rolling tears. The doctor was now telling Taylor that Kenzie's kick hurt more than the needle. It was a challenge to try to pull Taylor out enough to get access to her arm while trying to comfort and hold Kenzie. We never did get her out from her spot between chair and magazine rack but we did get her arm. The doctor even asked Taylor if she'd like some stickers afterwards, asked her to be big girl and show Kenzie how she could take a needle, I offered ice cream afterwards, and the doctor asked - with permission - if pop would help afterwards. Taylor continued to protest and squirm. So, I held Kenzie with one arm on my knee while holding Taylor's arm with the other and hoping she wouldn't bang her head on the table behind her. The shot was quickly given while Taylor protested and Kenzie attempted to kick the doctor and save her sister. The tramatic event now over, the girls were both asked to come pick out a sticker. While Taylor was picking out her sticker, no tears visible now, the doctor appear with her pop for Taylor. We then had to wait for five minutes to see if we had any negative reaction and there was no sign of the trauma from a few moments before. The girls were both dry eyed, intently persuing their endevors from their toy box selections, and stickers and pop both set askide, forgotten. I had to ask myself, what was all the broohaha about and... no wonder some people opt not to get the needle and deal with the symptoms of illness instead. Sheesh. The trials and tribulations of being a parent.

New Car

Well, we did a great deal of looking around on the weekend and replaced the family car...for an automatic transmission. I was grumbling under my breath this morning about how it's going to take some getting used to as I attempted to use a clutch that wasn't there when Taylor piped up, "I like it, it's quiet." The car we had been using is long over due for exhaust work so she was understating the lack of noise. She also added that she likes how smooth the lock buttons are and the colour. Some people are so easy to please. Too bad we're not all like that.

Thing Five: Comment on an aricle about Library 2.0

Ok, for my Librarary 2.0 Challenge I have to comment on an article I read. One article I read is about how teens are involved in the library. As of late, or three years ago, we realised we have programs for 0-8 year olds and programs for adults but nothing inbetween. Hmmm. Major oversight. So a teen services person was hired and some teen programs started developing. We even have a teen section complete with magazine racks, new table and chairs, new area rug, and a new couch. We are hoping that if we make teens feel welcome and part of our library environment they will help us to look after it. But back on track to my comments on the article. The article asks why are we being asked to voluntarily complete 23 things in six months. The author states that the teens already know how to do these things, they do not need our help. My answer is, now we will know more about them and understand what they are doing. We will understand what their project took to accomplish. Maybe then we can build a bond and their self-esteem when we have to ask them for help. We can help them show that teenagers can contribute to society. I have also found that many teens love to share what they have completed on the net or to help me accomplish something with the computer. They also have more time and interest to learn the new ways of the internet so they have a great deal to teach me. It gives us some positive shared experiences so that when I have to ask them to quiet down, they listen to me just a little more.

Sleeps Through Anything!

I've witnessed the girls both sleep through the house alarm and other loud noises but today's was a first. I was heading to my sister's and her family's new home when I realised my head was pounding. I decided to make a brief stop at mum and dad's for some cold medicine before continuing on. Mackenzie fell asleep in the car en route. I was pulling out of my parents' driveway, looked left, then right, saw the gold-colored van and then BAM! I hit someone's pretty mustang coming from the left. Though I'm still not sure where they came from. Their car did a 180 and ended up resting on the far side of my parents' property. I couldn't help wondering what CSI might show about travelling speed and what made the car do that. However, back to Mackenzie sleeping in the back. She slept through it all! She slept through my swearing, the bang of the impact, the screech of the tires, the police officer opening her door to peek at her, and my mother moving her inside for a sleep. We had to wake her two hours later when we were able to leave. Kinda of frightening to be able to sleep that soundly. Glad she's safe.

Too Busy?

Unfortunately for Taylor, after she had signed up for skating and for Sparks, the days were set. Skating from 5-6 and Sparks from 6:30-7:30, the same day. This week was our first week of running to both events. Our day began dropping her off at school for 8:30. I worked, swam some laps, then picked Taylor up from school only to hurry home and get homework done. We had about an hour of free time when I realised we were late! We grabbed everything and flew out the door. By the time she was geared up for skating, she was already 15 minutes late getting onto the ice. But...45 minutes later, she claims to have had fun. Hmm. We rushed upstairs to grab her something to eat before heading to Sparks. She placed her order for fries and was advised to have a seat and, "we'll let you know when your order is ready." A family came and ordered after her, received their meal combos (with fries) so I suggested we ask what happened to her fries. They had forgotten. So...I shooed Taylor off the the washroom while I waited for her late fries. We met up and raced off up the hill to Sparks. I think Taylor managed to choke down ten fries and chew on a ketcup cup before we got there. That task accomplished, I drove back down the hill for my monthly meeting only to drive back up the hill 50 minutes later to retrieve Taylor. Actually running on time, we returned to my meeting where I took over my secretary duties or taking notes. Thirty minutes later, we were on our way back home for some well deserved rest. I'm glad there's nothing scheduled on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Melt Down Morning

At least once a week my 2.5 year old has a break down in the morning. This week it was this morning. She started off wanting help getting dressed but cried the entire time, not wanting that shirt or that pair of pants. So I told her to speak nicely or I'd have to leave. I had to leave. When I returned she spoke without yelling and did get dressed amongst the sniffles and made it to breakfast and through teeth brushing. She then had a melt down over her mittens when she couldn't get them on. She asked for help but didn't like it and threw the mittens and started stripping out of her shirt with her temper tantrum. I left to pack the car and Daddy stuffed her into her coat. When I returned and carried her to the car she had a fit stripping out of her coat on route. I forced her into her car seat as she continued to cry. She cried the entire ten minute (seemed longer) drive to the sitter's about mittens. She wanted the mittens her sister was wearing (they belonged to her), the ones Mackenzie had thrown when she didn't like how they fit. The sitter had to pry her from me as she continued to complain about her mittens even though I assured her she no longer needed any as it was warming up. ugh. She is normally a very pleasant girl but get her off on the wrong foot in the morning and everyone suffers. Good luck to the sitter!

big girl

Mackenzie, at 2.5 years, has decided that she is a "big girl" who is "five" where her five year old sister is "you one." Taylor is most distraught whenever this arguement begins.