Well, we survived my first week back at work. I think it was easiest on me. Work itself was good, not too much had changed and it was good to see everyone again. This week I am working the evening shift to give Julie a bit of a break. This way I can still help getting Jorja to and from school and go to work after she gets home. We'll see how that goes.
We were in Calgary this past weekend to celebrate Julie's Mom's birthday. We left on Thursday and had supper with my sister and her family. We had a nice visit there (the girls had fun playing with their cousins) and then went to Julie's brother and sister-in-law's place for the rest of the weekend. We did some shopping on Friday and had a nice birthday supper for Julie's Mom. Saturday was spent at the zoo which the girls thoroughly enjoyed. Sunday was a looonnnggg day in the car. We broke down this time and borrowed a DVD player from some friends for the car ride. Why did we not do this sooner? We were always 'we never had that as a kid, our kids don't need that'. Who were we trying to fool? It was awesome. It was the best-behaved the girls had been for a long car ride. And Calgary is a long car ride.
On the way home we stopped in Hanna for lunch. We ended up finding a local restaurant that had a Sunday buffet, so we had that. It was a nice change from the usual road trip fare. After lunch, Jorja had to go to the bathroom, so I took her. It was a small bathroom with one stall to sit and one urinal. I sent her into the stall while I used the urinal. I was standing there waiting for her to finish when another gentleman entered the bathroom and proceeded to wait for the stall. It was at this point that Jorja yelled (loudly), "Dad! You've got to see the size of my poop!" The guy looked at me and smirked. I told her to just finish wiping and come out. "No Dad, you've got to see this. It's massive!" At this point I told her someone else was there waiting to use the bathroom, and that she should just hurry up. I wonder what that guy told his dining party when he went back.
Taking Jorja to school today, I was walking and holding Ginny's hand. I guess I was squeezing a bit hard trying to keep her on the sidewalk and out of traffic. She said to me, "Dad, don't squish my mitt. If you do, I will be mad." All right then. Later.