It is Saturday morning and by their standards, Jorja and Ginny are sleeping in. It may only be 7:20, but for them, that's pretty good. Why am I awake? Unfortunately, the youngest one needs some supervision. I'm not sure why CeCe was up so early today. She was crying this morning at 5:30, so I went into her room to give her her soother back. As soon as it was in front of her mouth, she said, "Yeah!" and proceeded to lunge at it. At this point I was surprised when she was still quiet when I left the room. Then at 6:30, she was awake again. This time when I went in the room, she said, "Hi!" I knew it wasn't going to be good, but I tried to rock her for a while, but sleep was not happening. So here we are, up too early while everyone else sleeps.
Jorja went to a birthday party last night after supper. It went from 7:00 to 8:45 which could explain why she is still asleep. It was at a gymnastics club in town and she had a blast. As I was walking her in, she said to me, "I'm so excited I'm almost crying tears of joy." Oh my. When I picked her up, she tried to say that she wasn't tired. "I did yawn once while I was there Dad, but it wasn't because I was tired." She was a little wound up, but it didn't take her long to fall asleep.
While she was at the party, I did some grocery shopping and then had a little more time to kill, so I walked around a mall for a while. I went into Bootlegger to look at some jeans. I must be getting old (at least perceived old by 20 year olds). I was standing there looking at the jeans, and this kid came over to me and asked, "Do you need help finding a size because you look really confused?" And we're done here.
Yesterday morning I took all three girls to the doctor. Ginny and CeCe were getting their yearly checkups and Jorja was getting something else looked at. There are times when they all make me proud and this was one of them. They were all well behaved and listened really well. I'll have to admit I was a bit nervous as to how the whole thing was going to go. Our doc is awesome though and made them all feel so comfortable that at one point Jorja was trying to tickle her. As we were sitting in the room waiting for the doctor to come in, I asked the girls who was going to go first. "CeCe!" was the unanimous answer. That's it, throw the youngest one under the bus, she can't argue. CeCe is in the 85th percentile for height and weight and Ginny is in the 90th for both. Ginny was 39 inches, which is a full inch taller than Jorja was at three. I guess it's no wonder that she has to wear size 4 clothes already. Ginny said the alphabet, counted up to 39 and said she liked broccoli. I was impressed. I'm not sure about the broccoli thing, but they claim to eat it at Dee's house.
Well, I guess I might actually have to wake the girls up soon. Ginny has music lessons this morning at 9:30, so we need to get them fed and watered first. Later.
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Lunch Date
Is it springtime yet? I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. -46 with the wind this morning! Really? At least it was a short week - we had Monday as a holiday. Jorja was off school all week, which didn't really affect us, except that I didn't have to take her to school this afternoon. Instead we met Julie for a lunch date. I'm not sure if it's a tradition yet or not, but the last two Fridays there has been no school, we have met Julie for lunch. And do the girls ever get excited and look forward to it. We met at the mall both times and just ate in the food court. Last time they had A&W and this time they had Subway. They had it all planned out beforehand. When I was picking the girls up yesterday, Ginny told me that she was going to have orange cheese. It's good to be prepared.
On Family Day, I met my brother and his daughter at the theatre and we saw a movie. It was the girls' first trip to a theatre. We saw 'Yogi Bear' which was kind of lame, but Jorja liked it. I'm not sure how into it Ginny was, but they both liked the experience. I got them each a kid's tray which consisted of popcorn, liquorish and Sprite. They were all over that. So much so that we had to have a pee break half way through. Then we went over to McDonald's for an ice cream cone after. Needless to say, they didn't have that much for supper that night.
The last contractor came today, so now all our quotes should be in and maybe we can get started on getting our basement put back together one of these days. This process has already been going on for a month already. Hard to believe. Later.
On Family Day, I met my brother and his daughter at the theatre and we saw a movie. It was the girls' first trip to a theatre. We saw 'Yogi Bear' which was kind of lame, but Jorja liked it. I'm not sure how into it Ginny was, but they both liked the experience. I got them each a kid's tray which consisted of popcorn, liquorish and Sprite. They were all over that. So much so that we had to have a pee break half way through. Then we went over to McDonald's for an ice cream cone after. Needless to say, they didn't have that much for supper that night.
The last contractor came today, so now all our quotes should be in and maybe we can get started on getting our basement put back together one of these days. This process has already been going on for a month already. Hard to believe. Later.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Speaking of...
The other day at breakfast, the girls were looking at the flowers on the table. Jorja asked if they had drank all their water. I said that I had put some in yesterday. Then Ginny said that she would like water to drink for breakfast. Jorja then piped up, "No Ginny, you should say, 'speaking of water, I would like some for breakfast.'" Where does she get this stuff from. Then she did the same thing at lunch time. It was Friday and I was getting her backpack ready for school. I asked her what she wanted to take for a snack. Then Ginny said she wanted a granola bar for her snack. Jorja said, "No Ginny, you should say, 'speaking of snacks, I would like a granola bar.'" Sheesh.
Friday morning, CeCe had her one year shots. She did pretty good, all things considered. She cried of course, but who wouldn't. Julie works Fridays, so had all three of them to take with me. Ginny was a little upset by the whole thing - she doesn't like to see her sister hurt. "Will there be a hole?" she asked me. Poor thing. She held it together though and didn't quite have any tears. They've changed things again though and combined some vaccines. There were only two needles instead of three like the other girls had.
Ginny is now pretty comfortable pooping in the toilet. So much so that she and Jorja have started discussing it. Ginny had went yesterday and Jorja asked her, "How many turds did you have Ginny?" "Six," she said, "they kind of looked like a flower." If only they smelled that way.
Last night Jorja came into my room in the middle of the night quite upset because something was wrong with her clock. "Daddy! Daddy! You've got to come see my clock! There's something wrong. It says '1 h two dots h.'" I tried to assure her that it was fine, but she was not letting go of this, so I went to look. I have to admit that in my semi-conscious state I was a bit confused myself. It really did say '1h:1'. Then I looked closer. Somehow the clock got turned upside down. It was 1:41. As Pooh and Tigger say, 'this mystery is history.' Later.
Friday morning, CeCe had her one year shots. She did pretty good, all things considered. She cried of course, but who wouldn't. Julie works Fridays, so had all three of them to take with me. Ginny was a little upset by the whole thing - she doesn't like to see her sister hurt. "Will there be a hole?" she asked me. Poor thing. She held it together though and didn't quite have any tears. They've changed things again though and combined some vaccines. There were only two needles instead of three like the other girls had.
Ginny is now pretty comfortable pooping in the toilet. So much so that she and Jorja have started discussing it. Ginny had went yesterday and Jorja asked her, "How many turds did you have Ginny?" "Six," she said, "they kind of looked like a flower." If only they smelled that way.
Last night Jorja came into my room in the middle of the night quite upset because something was wrong with her clock. "Daddy! Daddy! You've got to come see my clock! There's something wrong. It says '1 h two dots h.'" I tried to assure her that it was fine, but she was not letting go of this, so I went to look. I have to admit that in my semi-conscious state I was a bit confused myself. It really did say '1h:1'. Then I looked closer. Somehow the clock got turned upside down. It was 1:41. As Pooh and Tigger say, 'this mystery is history.' Later.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A sign of the times?
I'm not sure if some recent developments in the house mean that the girls watch too much TV or if they just compare things to what they know. As I write that statement, it is dawning on me that the two things are not that far off. If they didn't watch TV, they wouldn't know about it and therefore could not compare something to it. I think I'm rambling. Is anyone else confused?
Anyway, the point of my story...the other day I was reading Ginny a story and she had to go pee. She said to me, "Dad, can you 'pause' the story till I get back." Pause as in how you would pause a movie when you have to go to the bathroom. Then this past week, Jorja was talking about imagination and she said that when you imagine things, your eyes are like the remote. You blink and then you can change channels to imagine something else. I guess the upside is that they both have very vivid imaginations. And now that our desktop computer is fried, they haven't been able to play computer games for a few weeks now. I don't really think they're missing it too badly either.
On a totally different note, I think Ginny has rounded the potty training corner. She pooped in the potty twice on the weekend, and then she looked like she had to yesterday, but held off. Now she went twice today. Twice in one day! Who knew that could be so exciting? Her pull-up is still wet in the morning, but she has been getting up to pee once in the night the past couple of nights too, so one of these days we should be down to one set of diapers. Crazy.
Time for bed now. I'm not sure of it's teeth or what, but CeCe has not been sleeping very good lately. That means neither am I . Oh well, another 10 years and they'll all be sleeping in. Maybe. Later.
Anyway, the point of my story...the other day I was reading Ginny a story and she had to go pee. She said to me, "Dad, can you 'pause' the story till I get back." Pause as in how you would pause a movie when you have to go to the bathroom. Then this past week, Jorja was talking about imagination and she said that when you imagine things, your eyes are like the remote. You blink and then you can change channels to imagine something else. I guess the upside is that they both have very vivid imaginations. And now that our desktop computer is fried, they haven't been able to play computer games for a few weeks now. I don't really think they're missing it too badly either.
On a totally different note, I think Ginny has rounded the potty training corner. She pooped in the potty twice on the weekend, and then she looked like she had to yesterday, but held off. Now she went twice today. Twice in one day! Who knew that could be so exciting? Her pull-up is still wet in the morning, but she has been getting up to pee once in the night the past couple of nights too, so one of these days we should be down to one set of diapers. Crazy.
Time for bed now. I'm not sure of it's teeth or what, but CeCe has not been sleeping very good lately. That means neither am I . Oh well, another 10 years and they'll all be sleeping in. Maybe. Later.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
My two year old fashion critic
This morning I decided to wear a sweater with a shirt underneath it to church. I thought it looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. I left the shirt untucked so that it was sticking out the bottom of the sweater the way the young people are doing it nowadays. Every once in a while I like to pretend that I'm still hip. Anyway, I came downstairs to get the girls' coats on and Ginny looked at me and said, "Why do you have two shirts on?" I asked her if she liked it. She said, "No, it's kind of weird." Do you hear that? That's the wind whistling out of my deflating ego. At least Jorja tried to reassure me that I was still handsome, and CeCe was still undecided. Julie liked it and that's all that really matters.
We've been trying to get CeCe to say Mama recently. She knows how - she has said the words, but getting her to say it when Julie wants her to is another story. I think she's just being coy and playing with us. The other day at supper, Julie was trying to get CeCe to say Mama. She was repeating it over and over and then Ginny decided to join in. "Ma-ma...Ma-ma" Nice slow, distinct syllables. Then Ginny decides that this was enough of this. She said, "CeCe, can you say Virginia June?" Yeah, like that is going to roll off her tongue.
We have been in the teething phase in our household for about five years now. We have now begun the de-teething phase. Jorja lost her first tooth this past week. It had been loose for a while, and she let Julie wiggle it long enough to actually pull it out. She was pretty excited. Ginny was kind of freaked out by the whole thing. She kept walking around saying her teeth were still all 'tight'. Jorja wrote a note and got all ready for the tooth fairy. She asked for a tooth brush. Seems like a logical thing for the tooth fairy to bring, and she did. She was quite tickled to find her new tooth brush in the morning.
This morning Jorja asked me if I went to Kindergarten when I was little. I replied that yes I did. She then said, "Because they didn't have Kindergarten a long time ago." Glad to know she already thinks of me as old. Later.
We've been trying to get CeCe to say Mama recently. She knows how - she has said the words, but getting her to say it when Julie wants her to is another story. I think she's just being coy and playing with us. The other day at supper, Julie was trying to get CeCe to say Mama. She was repeating it over and over and then Ginny decided to join in. "Ma-ma...Ma-ma" Nice slow, distinct syllables. Then Ginny decides that this was enough of this. She said, "CeCe, can you say Virginia June?" Yeah, like that is going to roll off her tongue.
We have been in the teething phase in our household for about five years now. We have now begun the de-teething phase. Jorja lost her first tooth this past week. It had been loose for a while, and she let Julie wiggle it long enough to actually pull it out. She was pretty excited. Ginny was kind of freaked out by the whole thing. She kept walking around saying her teeth were still all 'tight'. Jorja wrote a note and got all ready for the tooth fairy. She asked for a tooth brush. Seems like a logical thing for the tooth fairy to bring, and she did. She was quite tickled to find her new tooth brush in the morning.
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Sunday, February 6, 2011
Cecilia turns one!
Well, actually CeCe's birthday is tomorrow, but we had all the festivities this weekend. All of her grandparents were able to make the trek for her party which probably meant a lot more to Julie and I than her, but she was happy nonetheless. She got to stick her fingers into her cake and yes, she likes cake. And ice cream. I guess the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree. Julie decorated the cake which was in the shape of an elephant. When I get the pictures off the camera, I will post them. CeCe wasn't too concerned about the presents though - not nearly as into that part of the party as her sisters and cousin. They were all over that.
It's hard to believe a whole year has passed already. At this time a year ago, Julie and I were anxiously awaiting the arrival of her parents, so that we could go to the hospital. The got here around midnight and CeCe was born by three. It was a little closer than we had planned. That was the beginning of my parental leave -37 weeks at home with all my girls that I will be eternally grateful for. It had it's moments, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Ginny is still not that comfortable with the whole pooping thing. She finally went Thursday evening and now hasn't gone since. She's starting to look like its uncomfortable and now she's getting a cold again. She's been coughing quite a bit this evening. It can't be easy to keep that sucked in there while you're coughing like that. I don't envy her that feeling. It'll come I guess, one way or another.
Speaking of Ginny, we tell her that she need to listen to her body when she has to go to the bathroom. It's actually a saying we picked up from 'The bear in the big blue house.' He's pretty smart that bear. Anyway, she says this quite often - Dee gets quite a kick out of it when Ginny says that her body is telling her she has to pee. This evening though, she started to use this logic to play me. She was procrastinating going to bed, like usual and wanting one more drink of water. After several strong no's by me, she said, "Dad, my body is telling me I'm thirsty." Nice try.
Jorja is so close to losing her first tooth. Most of her friends have lost some already it seems, but she's hanging on. One is literally hanging on by a thread though. It's driving Julie nuts I think. She is always wanting to wiggle it and pull on it. Jorja lets her for a bit, and then has enough. It won't be long now though.
I guess I should get to bed now. Another work week awaits. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not, but every day when I get to Dee's house to pick up the girls they ask me what kind of beer I tested that day. That just seems odd coming out of a two year old. Anyway, on that note I'm off. Later.
It's hard to believe a whole year has passed already. At this time a year ago, Julie and I were anxiously awaiting the arrival of her parents, so that we could go to the hospital. The got here around midnight and CeCe was born by three. It was a little closer than we had planned. That was the beginning of my parental leave -37 weeks at home with all my girls that I will be eternally grateful for. It had it's moments, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Ginny is still not that comfortable with the whole pooping thing. She finally went Thursday evening and now hasn't gone since. She's starting to look like its uncomfortable and now she's getting a cold again. She's been coughing quite a bit this evening. It can't be easy to keep that sucked in there while you're coughing like that. I don't envy her that feeling. It'll come I guess, one way or another.
Speaking of Ginny, we tell her that she need to listen to her body when she has to go to the bathroom. It's actually a saying we picked up from 'The bear in the big blue house.' He's pretty smart that bear. Anyway, she says this quite often - Dee gets quite a kick out of it when Ginny says that her body is telling her she has to pee. This evening though, she started to use this logic to play me. She was procrastinating going to bed, like usual and wanting one more drink of water. After several strong no's by me, she said, "Dad, my body is telling me I'm thirsty." Nice try.
Jorja is so close to losing her first tooth. Most of her friends have lost some already it seems, but she's hanging on. One is literally hanging on by a thread though. It's driving Julie nuts I think. She is always wanting to wiggle it and pull on it. Jorja lets her for a bit, and then has enough. It won't be long now though.
I guess I should get to bed now. Another work week awaits. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not, but every day when I get to Dee's house to pick up the girls they ask me what kind of beer I tested that day. That just seems odd coming out of a two year old. Anyway, on that note I'm off. Later.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Ears, puzzles and potty
It seems that the sickness has not yet worked it's was through the house. CeCe had a terrible night last night and seemed to be pulling at her ear quite a bit, so I took her in this morning. It turns out that she does have an ear infection, so now she's on antibiotics. Jorja's last day of antibiotics is today, so I guess maybe it's time for the next one to start. Hopefully she's on the mend by Monday.
The girls are both doing puzzles right now. Jorja has loved puzzles since forever, and Ginny has recently taken an interest in them as well. She can do a 24 piece puzzle pretty good all by herself. Jorja is up to the 150 piece count. As I was listening to them talk while they did their puzzles, Ginny said, "I'm doing awesome!" It's good to have some self-confidence I guess.
Ginny is doing awesome with the peeing part of the potty training. She wears panties all day now and pretty much without incident. She even went to a birthday party this morning at the Fun Factory and had no accidents. She still refuses to poop though. So far, we've only been able to get her to go in a pull-up. I'm not sure how we're going to get over this hurdle - she's pretty stubborn and pretty scared to go in the toilet. I guess it will come, hopefully sooner than later. If she would just let that first one go, she would be fine, but she clamps up tight as soon as she sits down there. You can see her push and then the look of horror when it gets close and then she shuts the door. Crazy.
I hear CeCe through the monitor now. I think she slept more this afternoon than she did all last night. I guess I should go get her out. Later.
The girls are both doing puzzles right now. Jorja has loved puzzles since forever, and Ginny has recently taken an interest in them as well. She can do a 24 piece puzzle pretty good all by herself. Jorja is up to the 150 piece count. As I was listening to them talk while they did their puzzles, Ginny said, "I'm doing awesome!" It's good to have some self-confidence I guess.
Ginny is doing awesome with the peeing part of the potty training. She wears panties all day now and pretty much without incident. She even went to a birthday party this morning at the Fun Factory and had no accidents. She still refuses to poop though. So far, we've only been able to get her to go in a pull-up. I'm not sure how we're going to get over this hurdle - she's pretty stubborn and pretty scared to go in the toilet. I guess it will come, hopefully sooner than later. If she would just let that first one go, she would be fine, but she clamps up tight as soon as she sits down there. You can see her push and then the look of horror when it gets close and then she shuts the door. Crazy.
I hear CeCe through the monitor now. I think she slept more this afternoon than she did all last night. I guess I should go get her out. Later.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Fevers, snot and kijiji
This has been another week of sick kids. It started off with Jorja staying home from the sitter and school on Monday and Tuesday. She was coughing up a lung and had a fever for a few days. We ended up taking her into walk-in on Sunday and the doc there put her on antibiotics. She must be the only kid that doesn't like the banana-flavoured stuff. After the huge fuss she was making, I decided to have a little taste and it was pretty good. It tasted like a banana pudding cup that you can buy - I love those things. Anyway, today the other two are sick. CeCe had a pretty good fever when I picked her up today and Ginny is snotty and coughing. The old snot cold has reared its ugly head again.
I guess it sort of turned out to be a good week for Jorja to be sick, depending on how you look at it. I had a week of holidays left over from last year that I had to use up, so I decided to take them this week to get some stuff done around the house. So I was off anyway, but this was supposed to be my week - the week of Dave. It turned out I was still able to get a lot of stuff done. We are going through a major clean/purge. As soon as CeCe is done with something, it is out the door. At one point, we thought we would have a big garage sale this coming spring, but I don't think there will be anything left, thanks to kijiji. We have sold a lot of stuff on kijiji in the last year. Today I discovered the two extremes of the kijiji shopper. The first asked if I would take $5 less than the advertised price and could I deliver it. I thought it was rather bold to ask for a reduction in price and expect it delivered. Especially today when it was -45 with the wind chill. I said no. The other lives in Warman, works in Hague and is going to drive in from Hague after work tomorrow and said she would pay $5 more than the asking price. I've never seen that before, but I'll take it.
I just spent the last half hour upstairs with CeCe. It looks as though it may be another long, rest-filled sleep in the rocker. Poor thing. If that's the case, I better get 'The Big Bang Theory' watched now while I can. Later.
I guess it sort of turned out to be a good week for Jorja to be sick, depending on how you look at it. I had a week of holidays left over from last year that I had to use up, so I decided to take them this week to get some stuff done around the house. So I was off anyway, but this was supposed to be my week - the week of Dave. It turned out I was still able to get a lot of stuff done. We are going through a major clean/purge. As soon as CeCe is done with something, it is out the door. At one point, we thought we would have a big garage sale this coming spring, but I don't think there will be anything left, thanks to kijiji. We have sold a lot of stuff on kijiji in the last year. Today I discovered the two extremes of the kijiji shopper. The first asked if I would take $5 less than the advertised price and could I deliver it. I thought it was rather bold to ask for a reduction in price and expect it delivered. Especially today when it was -45 with the wind chill. I said no. The other lives in Warman, works in Hague and is going to drive in from Hague after work tomorrow and said she would pay $5 more than the asking price. I've never seen that before, but I'll take it.
I just spent the last half hour upstairs with CeCe. It looks as though it may be another long, rest-filled sleep in the rocker. Poor thing. If that's the case, I better get 'The Big Bang Theory' watched now while I can. Later.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Decisions, decisions
The conversation heard yesterday as I was making lunch in the kitchen while the girls were watching TV:
Me: Do you guys want ham or salami?
Ginny: Sawami!
Jorja: No response.
Me (louder): Ham or salami?!
Ginny: Ham!
Jorja: No response.
Me (the neighbours could probably choose now): Jorja! Ham or salami?!!
Ginny: Sawami!
Jorja: Ham.
Ginny: Ham!
Me: So you both want ham?
Jorja and Ginny: Yes!
Well, that was easy, wasn't it? Later.
Me: Do you guys want ham or salami?
Ginny: Sawami!
Jorja: No response.
Me (louder): Ham or salami?!
Ginny: Ham!
Jorja: No response.
Me (the neighbours could probably choose now): Jorja! Ham or salami?!!
Ginny: Sawami!
Jorja: Ham.
Ginny: Ham!
Me: So you both want ham?
Jorja and Ginny: Yes!
Well, that was easy, wasn't it? Later.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
I won't cry
We are preparing for week two of Julie working and daycare. Week one finished on a better note than it started. CeCe didn't cry at all the last day, and Ginny didn't for very long. CeCe had a fairly decent nap for the first time, and was happy all day. Here's hoping that the weekend didn't put us back to the beginning. Poor Ginny, she's trying so hard to be brave. All weekend a long, she kept asking if tomorrow was a home day. Then she would say how there are four (I will call our new sitter Dee) Dee days and then three family days. Today she was asking if tomorrow was another Dee day. (That doesn't sound very good, does it? I think I might cry too. Oh well, it's not her real name.) Then she got this look like she gets when she wants to cry, but is trying to fight it. Her bottom lip kind of quivers and you can just see it in her eyes that she is trying with everything she has not to cry. She said, "I won't cry tomorrow." It was enough to break your heart. What a little trooper.
A couple of nights ago, Jorja was sitting at their little colouring/craft table which is in the corner of our dining area next to our kitchen table. I was around the corner in the kitchen working on something. I was listening in on a conversation between Jorja and Ginny. Maybe Jorja comes by her snoopy ways honestly. Anyway this is what I heard. Ginny asked Jorja what she was doing, and Jorja replied that she was making cut-out puppets of our family. Interesting. She was working on making the hair for the girls. Apparently they were all going to have the same hairstyle. Then Ginny asked, "What about Daddy?" Jorja replied, "I'm just going to leave him bald." Is that right? Ginny suggested that she should make me some spiky hair. Thanks Ginny. Jorja replied that she didn't know how do that, so she was leaving me bald. The nerve. Okay, maybe it's not so much of a stretch. Later.
A couple of nights ago, Jorja was sitting at their little colouring/craft table which is in the corner of our dining area next to our kitchen table. I was around the corner in the kitchen working on something. I was listening in on a conversation between Jorja and Ginny. Maybe Jorja comes by her snoopy ways honestly. Anyway this is what I heard. Ginny asked Jorja what she was doing, and Jorja replied that she was making cut-out puppets of our family. Interesting. She was working on making the hair for the girls. Apparently they were all going to have the same hairstyle. Then Ginny asked, "What about Daddy?" Jorja replied, "I'm just going to leave him bald." Is that right? Ginny suggested that she should make me some spiky hair. Thanks Ginny. Jorja replied that she didn't know how do that, so she was leaving me bald. The nerve. Okay, maybe it's not so much of a stretch. Later.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Ginny's wisdom
I was driving the girls home from daycare today (it was a much better day) and Jorja had made a paper crown in Kindergarten. Ginny asked if she could wear it. Jorja replied that it would be too big now and that maybe they should try when Ginny turns three (like it will still be around then). "I'm still two now," Ginny says. "Yes, I know," says Jorja, "we'll try when you're three." "Great idea Jorja!" Ginny says. Maybe you had to be there, and I'm not doing the story justice, but it was the cutest thing. She's so supportive.
Our trip for Petland is planned for the morning - the girls are quite beside themselves actually. As we were getting ready for bed, I told Ginny that if she wanted to go that she had to go to bed good. She said that she would and we started up the stairs. I mentioned again that she had to go to bed nice and that I was really looking forward to going to the pet store. Without missing a beat, Ginny turned to me and said, "Then you have to sleep good." Touche. I guess if I want to go, then the same rules should apply to me. Later.
Our trip for Petland is planned for the morning - the girls are quite beside themselves actually. As we were getting ready for bed, I told Ginny that if she wanted to go that she had to go to bed good. She said that she would and we started up the stairs. I mentioned again that she had to go to bed nice and that I was really looking forward to going to the pet store. Without missing a beat, Ginny turned to me and said, "Then you have to sleep good." Touche. I guess if I want to go, then the same rules should apply to me. Later.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Back to Life, Back to Reality
I hope everyone is having a good start to 2011. Our new year has been a little less than smooth. Julie went back to work on Monday, and that went pretty well. She's doing all right so far - just half days this week. The girls are not adjusting quite as well. CeCe remembered being left at the sitter's place before Christmas and immediately voiced her displeasure with being left there again on the first day. And on the second day. And on the third day. Tomorrow? We'll see - I'm guessing more of the same. Ginny seemed to do fairly well on the two practice runs before Christmas, and the first day wasn't too bad. The second was not pretty and today was even worse. It started last night before she went to bed - she was crying that she didn't want to go. Then she was up at 6:30 saying she didn't want to go. Jorja has done remarkably well with this change - maybe her reaction is still coming. Needless to say, there is going to be a bit of an adjustment period.
I start work at 6:00 am, so Julie gets to be the drop-off person. I get the pick-up job. Who got the short end of that stick? The first day I picked them up, CeCe was so excited she didn't know of she should laugh or cry. It was kind of a mixture. The other two gave me a greeting fit for someone they hadn't seen in years. Yeah, I've definitely got the easy job.
Anyhow, one more day of work for me, and then I get the three little darlings all to myself on Friday. We've got a trip to the pet store planned - I had to give Ginny something to look forward to and that seemed to do. It's a cheap and easy fix - there probably won't be many more of those as they grow up.
By the way, what the heck happened to Canada tonight? 5 goals. Really guys? Really? Later.
I start work at 6:00 am, so Julie gets to be the drop-off person. I get the pick-up job. Who got the short end of that stick? The first day I picked them up, CeCe was so excited she didn't know of she should laugh or cry. It was kind of a mixture. The other two gave me a greeting fit for someone they hadn't seen in years. Yeah, I've definitely got the easy job.
Anyhow, one more day of work for me, and then I get the three little darlings all to myself on Friday. We've got a trip to the pet store planned - I had to give Ginny something to look forward to and that seemed to do. It's a cheap and easy fix - there probably won't be many more of those as they grow up.
By the way, what the heck happened to Canada tonight? 5 goals. Really guys? Really? Later.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Merry belated Christmas and Happy New Year
It's been a busy couple of weeks here, and a while since I've written anything. I guess I should squeeze one more post in before the new year. I hope everyone had a merry Christmas and a safe New Year.
Our Christmas celebrations started on Christmas Eve. We went to the evening service at church which started at 6:30. It's a tradition that the last song (Silent Night) is sung by candle light. Everyone gets a candle and the lights are turned off and the flame is passed from one person to another starting with the Christ candle. We decided this year that the girls could each hold a candle. Ginny did fine (surprisingly), but Jorja had a bit of a mishap. She was getting into things and decided to hold the candle above her head. The only problem with that was that she didn't keep it very level and dripped hot wax onto her head. Ouch! It wasn't a very silent night after that, but we made it through and combed some wax out of her hair when we got home.
We then opened presents Christmas eve when we got home from church. (Except for CeCe - she had had enough and was ready for bed) The girls were pretty excited and had a lot of fun. We got them a doll house this year. It's funny, one doesn't realize the scale of a doll house when it is set up in Toys R Us. It didn't look that big, but once it was home and set up, it is a real presence in the room. Oh well, it will only be around for a few more years, and the shade of hot pink looks great in the family room.
Christmas day the weather was beautiful and I took the older two girls to the park to go sledding. Jorja had mentioned once that a friend of hers brought a sled to school one day and they went sliding down the 'biggest hill ever'. I've seen the playground and I wasn't exactly sure what she was talking about, but I thought we'd see. Her 'hill' was basically a large trench through the park - pretty lame. Across the field at the public school, there is a bit of an actual hill, so that's where we went. We had a lot of fun. The hill wasn't too big, and for the first few runs, I ended up being the chair lift and pulled the two of them in the sled up the hill. I came to my senses and made them walk up. Then we all piled in and went down a few times. Here's the view heading down.
Not the biggest hill, but we had fun.
On boxing day, we set out for Julie's parent's place where we feasted that evening. We had another Christmas and the girls had fun again. CeCe wasn't too into the presents yet this year, but she did have fun with a bow for a while. The weather there was nice, and we went sledding in some hills in the field. This was considerably bigger than the school hill, and I think the adults had more fun than the kids. The girls had fun playing with their aunt and uncle and Nanny and Poppa. They also got to spend some time with both great-grannies, so that was nice.
Jorja must have been hearing some politically correct greeting this year, because one afternoon out of the blue she said to me, "Seasons ingredients!" I smiled and said "Seasons ingredients" back to her. (Yes, I did correct her after a while.) Another afternoon she was helping Poppa in his office punching some holes in some papers. She proudly came up afterward and declared she was his 'secondtary'. So close on both occasions.
We came home on the 29th, and now it seems like the crunch is really on. Julie goes back to work on Monday, the girls start at the sitter full time and Jorja goes back to school. I'm back at work too. It seems like this January back-to-work date for Julie has just sort of been looming in the distance, but now it's here and there seems like there is so much to do. We went on a big shopping excursion yesterday to buy all the supplies for the sitter - diapers, wipes, zinc cream. Plus we needed all that stuff for ourselves. Julie needed some new shoes and uniforms for work, so we got that taken care of as well. It was rather draining by the time we were done - physically, mentally and financially. But we're getting there.
Now we are having some friends over tonight, my parents tomorrow for one last Christmas and then it's back to reality. Have a good New Year's and try to stay warm. Later.
Our Christmas celebrations started on Christmas Eve. We went to the evening service at church which started at 6:30. It's a tradition that the last song (Silent Night) is sung by candle light. Everyone gets a candle and the lights are turned off and the flame is passed from one person to another starting with the Christ candle. We decided this year that the girls could each hold a candle. Ginny did fine (surprisingly), but Jorja had a bit of a mishap. She was getting into things and decided to hold the candle above her head. The only problem with that was that she didn't keep it very level and dripped hot wax onto her head. Ouch! It wasn't a very silent night after that, but we made it through and combed some wax out of her hair when we got home.
We then opened presents Christmas eve when we got home from church. (Except for CeCe - she had had enough and was ready for bed) The girls were pretty excited and had a lot of fun. We got them a doll house this year. It's funny, one doesn't realize the scale of a doll house when it is set up in Toys R Us. It didn't look that big, but once it was home and set up, it is a real presence in the room. Oh well, it will only be around for a few more years, and the shade of hot pink looks great in the family room.
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| Christmas toes |
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| Jorja and Ginny in their new PJs opening presents |
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| CeCe in front of the aftermath |
Not the biggest hill, but we had fun.
On boxing day, we set out for Julie's parent's place where we feasted that evening. We had another Christmas and the girls had fun again. CeCe wasn't too into the presents yet this year, but she did have fun with a bow for a while. The weather there was nice, and we went sledding in some hills in the field. This was considerably bigger than the school hill, and I think the adults had more fun than the kids. The girls had fun playing with their aunt and uncle and Nanny and Poppa. They also got to spend some time with both great-grannies, so that was nice.
Jorja must have been hearing some politically correct greeting this year, because one afternoon out of the blue she said to me, "Seasons ingredients!" I smiled and said "Seasons ingredients" back to her. (Yes, I did correct her after a while.) Another afternoon she was helping Poppa in his office punching some holes in some papers. She proudly came up afterward and declared she was his 'secondtary'. So close on both occasions.
We came home on the 29th, and now it seems like the crunch is really on. Julie goes back to work on Monday, the girls start at the sitter full time and Jorja goes back to school. I'm back at work too. It seems like this January back-to-work date for Julie has just sort of been looming in the distance, but now it's here and there seems like there is so much to do. We went on a big shopping excursion yesterday to buy all the supplies for the sitter - diapers, wipes, zinc cream. Plus we needed all that stuff for ourselves. Julie needed some new shoes and uniforms for work, so we got that taken care of as well. It was rather draining by the time we were done - physically, mentally and financially. But we're getting there.
Now we are having some friends over tonight, my parents tomorrow for one last Christmas and then it's back to reality. Have a good New Year's and try to stay warm. Later.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sensory experts
There's a bit of sickness running through our house again - nothing like the last bout thank goodness. This is just a cold. Ginny and CeCe have had the worst of it. I've heard a few different names for colds - chest colds, head colds, night-time achy fever runny-nose colds. Now, thanks to Jorja, I've heard of another one. This is apparently the cold that Ginny and CeCe have, and the description is actually quite fitting: the snot cold. Yes, according to Dr. Jorja, they are both suffering from the 'snot cold' which occurs when snot runs from your nose and touches your top lip.
A lot of the basic skills I use at work, I learned in school. There is however one skill that they don't teach at SIAST and that is sensory training (some may call it tasting). This had to be learned on the job. Before you laugh, there was a lot of training that went into this. It is a critical component in the Quality Assurance of the finished product. You can do all the chemical analysis you want, but if the beer doesn't taste good, what do you have? To make a long story short, you could call me a beer sensory expert. Apparently this sensory gene can be passed down, and I think Jorja might have it. A few days ago we were running low on milk, so I ran out in the evening. All that were left were 2 litre cartons (no 4 litre plastic jugs). Not thinking anything of it, I bought the 2 litre carton. Well, you should have heard the outcry from Jorja when I put that on her cereal in the morning. "I don't like this milk. I only like milk from the jug." I thought she was just being a diva and forced her to keep using the milk until it was gone. Finally we reached the end one morning and I filled her glass up with the 2 litre carton and her cereal got the new 4 litre jug milk. She asked if it was new milk and I told her that she should tell me. She took a sip of her cup and turned up her nose. Then she had some from her bowl and sighed in relief. She could tell the difference. Who knew? I guess we have a milk sensory expert in the house. Later.
A lot of the basic skills I use at work, I learned in school. There is however one skill that they don't teach at SIAST and that is sensory training (some may call it tasting). This had to be learned on the job. Before you laugh, there was a lot of training that went into this. It is a critical component in the Quality Assurance of the finished product. You can do all the chemical analysis you want, but if the beer doesn't taste good, what do you have? To make a long story short, you could call me a beer sensory expert. Apparently this sensory gene can be passed down, and I think Jorja might have it. A few days ago we were running low on milk, so I ran out in the evening. All that were left were 2 litre cartons (no 4 litre plastic jugs). Not thinking anything of it, I bought the 2 litre carton. Well, you should have heard the outcry from Jorja when I put that on her cereal in the morning. "I don't like this milk. I only like milk from the jug." I thought she was just being a diva and forced her to keep using the milk until it was gone. Finally we reached the end one morning and I filled her glass up with the 2 litre carton and her cereal got the new 4 litre jug milk. She asked if it was new milk and I told her that she should tell me. She took a sip of her cup and turned up her nose. Then she had some from her bowl and sighed in relief. She could tell the difference. Who knew? I guess we have a milk sensory expert in the house. Later.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Potatoes
Growing up on a farm, potatoes were a staple. They were served with almost every meal and they were good. Everyone liked them. Julie grew up pretty much the same way. What's not to love - mashed, baked, boiled, roasted, fried, barbecued - the possibilities are endless. I guess we just assumed that when we had kids, they would like potatoes. Wrong. With Jorja, it doesn't matter how they are done, she has never liked them. Ginny has turned out to like the deep-fried variety (naturally) as well as the occasional hash brown. The jury is still out on CeCe. This is a fairly long preamble, but it is leading somewhere. We had the kids at the new sitter two days this week. After the second day, we asked them what they had for lunch. They replied that they had potatoes. A look of shock and awe crossed our faces. "What kind of potatoes?" we asked. Ginny said, "White ones." That narrows it down anyway. "Did you like them?" Both girls said that yes, they did like them. Again, shock and awe. This was going to require a little more digging. Julie called and asked what kind of miracle potato was served that the girls ate. It turns out they were No-Name frozen hash browns done up with some dill and seasoning salt. I guess Jorja looked at her plate and said that she didn't like potatoes. The sitter said that she should at least try them, so she did. Her response: "I like these. They're better than the potatoes my Mom makes." I guess that's what we get for trying the unprocessed variety of the food. Later.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Christmas concerts
It appears that at the ripe old age of five, our daughter is ready to become a snowbird. Jorja has decided that she has had enough of winter. The other day after piano lessons we were walking back to the car, and it was a bit windy and quite cold. She said that this cold weather made it hard to walk and hard to breathe. We made it all the way back to the car (less than a block) and she flopped down into her seat and exclaimed, "I'm exhausted!" Life is rough. She has now decided that she has had enough and we should move to Mexico. Just wait until January.
We took the girls to the new sitter today for a test run. Things went pretty good, considering it was the first time and they stayed there all day. Jorja walked to school with the sitter's son who is in grade six (it's a good thing it wasn't too cold today) and that went well. CeCe had a few issues, but nothing too serious. Ginny seemed to do the best of all, surprisingly. Except for the fact that we were barely home, and she asked if she could poop. Apparently she didn't feel comfortable enough to let go at the sitter's house yet. A bit of holiday lockdown. I'm sure that will go away. As it is now, Julie will have to deal with a day of 'cleansing' tomorrow. Too bad I have to work.
It's the season of the Christmas concerts and recitals. Sunday was a marathon session for us. The girls both performed during church as part of their Sunday School program. They sang some songs, jingled some bells and Jorja had some lines to say this year. For as much of a performer Ginny is at home, she was pretty reserved in front of the church. Jorja was at first too, but she made it through her lines. She looked a bit like a deer in the headlights when she first spoke into the mic, but she did it. We were barely home and had a bite to eat and we were back on the road for piano recitals. The girls are far enough apart in age that we had to attend two - Ginny's started at 1:00 and Jorja's at 2:30. Ginny sang a couple of songs and Jorja played the piano.
It was a long day, but one that made me feel pretty proud, not only because of their performances, but because of how well behaved they were all afternoon. There was a lot to sit through, and they did awesome, listening to everyone and clapping enthusiastically right to the end.
On another note, we are officially back into the 'gate stage' at our house. CeCe is going to be walking soon enough, I'm sure. She pulls herself up on everything and is starting to scooch along holding on. She has also decided that she can climb stairs. I turned my back for a minute and she was up two step already. That's not good for the blood pressure.
Tomorrow night we are off to the final concert - the school one. Now it's time for bed. Later.
We took the girls to the new sitter today for a test run. Things went pretty good, considering it was the first time and they stayed there all day. Jorja walked to school with the sitter's son who is in grade six (it's a good thing it wasn't too cold today) and that went well. CeCe had a few issues, but nothing too serious. Ginny seemed to do the best of all, surprisingly. Except for the fact that we were barely home, and she asked if she could poop. Apparently she didn't feel comfortable enough to let go at the sitter's house yet. A bit of holiday lockdown. I'm sure that will go away. As it is now, Julie will have to deal with a day of 'cleansing' tomorrow. Too bad I have to work.
It's the season of the Christmas concerts and recitals. Sunday was a marathon session for us. The girls both performed during church as part of their Sunday School program. They sang some songs, jingled some bells and Jorja had some lines to say this year. For as much of a performer Ginny is at home, she was pretty reserved in front of the church. Jorja was at first too, but she made it through her lines. She looked a bit like a deer in the headlights when she first spoke into the mic, but she did it. We were barely home and had a bite to eat and we were back on the road for piano recitals. The girls are far enough apart in age that we had to attend two - Ginny's started at 1:00 and Jorja's at 2:30. Ginny sang a couple of songs and Jorja played the piano.
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| 'Love may come and tap you on the shoulder, some starless night...' |
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| 'Ring those bells and turn around...' |
It was a long day, but one that made me feel pretty proud, not only because of their performances, but because of how well behaved they were all afternoon. There was a lot to sit through, and they did awesome, listening to everyone and clapping enthusiastically right to the end.
On another note, we are officially back into the 'gate stage' at our house. CeCe is going to be walking soon enough, I'm sure. She pulls herself up on everything and is starting to scooch along holding on. She has also decided that she can climb stairs. I turned my back for a minute and she was up two step already. That's not good for the blood pressure.
Tomorrow night we are off to the final concert - the school one. Now it's time for bed. Later.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Snoop and Dennis
As of late, we have come up with little nicknames or terms of endearment for our two eldest daughters. Ginny is Dennis and Jorja is Snoop.
Ginny is Dennis as in Dennis the Menace. She does not seem happy unless she is into something. She just can't seem to keep her hands from touching anything and everything. She's not a huge fan of the name. "Dennis, stop touching that!" "I'm not Dennis!" This exchange goes on for a while until we get her to stop doing whatever she was doing. Then it happens again the next day.
Jorja is Snoop because I'm not sure I have ever seen a nosier person. She can't stand to not know what is going on. Julie and I can not have any kind of conversation without her listening in and asking about it. At the rate she is learning these days, we won't be able to spell things out to each other very much longer either. She however, has come to take great pride in this new name. Julie and I will be talking about something, thinking we're being rather quiet and nondescript when Jorja will come and ask a question that she only could have asked if she knew what we were talking about. "You're not supposed to be listening to this Snoop." "But I like to, I snooped it out." That has become one of her favorite sayings lately, "I snooped it out." She also likes to turn things around once in a while too. A couple of days ago, she was muttering something under her breath as I was leaving the room. No one else was there, so I assumed she was talking to me. Guess again. She said to me, "I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to God.......Snoop!" Touche. Later.
Ginny is Dennis as in Dennis the Menace. She does not seem happy unless she is into something. She just can't seem to keep her hands from touching anything and everything. She's not a huge fan of the name. "Dennis, stop touching that!" "I'm not Dennis!" This exchange goes on for a while until we get her to stop doing whatever she was doing. Then it happens again the next day.
Jorja is Snoop because I'm not sure I have ever seen a nosier person. She can't stand to not know what is going on. Julie and I can not have any kind of conversation without her listening in and asking about it. At the rate she is learning these days, we won't be able to spell things out to each other very much longer either. She however, has come to take great pride in this new name. Julie and I will be talking about something, thinking we're being rather quiet and nondescript when Jorja will come and ask a question that she only could have asked if she knew what we were talking about. "You're not supposed to be listening to this Snoop." "But I like to, I snooped it out." That has become one of her favorite sayings lately, "I snooped it out." She also likes to turn things around once in a while too. A couple of days ago, she was muttering something under her breath as I was leaving the room. No one else was there, so I assumed she was talking to me. Guess again. She said to me, "I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to God.......Snoop!" Touche. Later.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Feliz Navidad (or something like that)
I sit here this evening in silence, at least for the time being anyway. Until someone wakes up and wants something - a soother, drink of water, to go pee. Julie is out at our church Bible study group this evening which we both usually attend. Today I am on poop patrol though. Let me back up. Wednesday evening as we were getting the girls ready for bed, Julie was feeding CeCe her bottle. She was no sooner done than she threw up. She has always had little milk spit-ups, but this was her first full blown puke. So it was back to the tub with CeCe and Julie hit the shower. The next morning (I was conveniently at work), the diarrhea started. We had three solid days of that - a full outfit change with every diaper change, full bedding change if it happened there, Lysol the crib railings. Oh yes, it has been fun. If I had known about all this stuff before we had three kids, I would have bought stocks in stain remover and Lysol. Anyway, we managed to keep it off the carpet this time although it was close. There were two instances when I walked down the stairs to the family room to see some bubblin' crude coming over her pants and heading for the floor.
So yes, here I sit. We didn't think that any baby sitter would ever come back if we left her with the situation that was going on here this week. So I took the older two to Sunday School this morning and Julie went out this evening. I don't want to jinx the night, but I think CeCe may have started to turn the corner. She kept the same outfit on all day and only had one semi-solid poop. All right, enough about poop.
I was driving Jorja to piano lessons yesterday and I switched the radio station from the country one to the eighties one. Steve Windwood's 'Valarie' was playing. I've always liked Steve Windwood, but I digress. Jorja asked me, "Dad, is this your station, the '80's on eight?" I replied that yes it was. "You know, your station isn't that bad," she replied. Thanks Jorja, I'm glad you approve.
I had a couple of errands to run this afternoon and CeCe was napping and Julie was doing some Christmas baking (yes!!) so I took the girls along with me. I was standing in line at the post office in Shoppers not really paying much attention to the conversation the girls were having. All of a sudden, Ginny looks at the woman behind us and says, "Maybe she could be our mother." This caught my attention. Then Jorja said, "You think she's our mother?!" and then the two of them laughed hysterically. I had nothing. What do you say to that? I looked and the lady, and she was smirking, so that was all right. What did she really think? Were these two kids looking for a new wife/mother like something from Sleepless in Seattle? I told them to stop being so goofy and wished the letter to the Philippine consulate in front of us would move along a little quicker.
Jorja likes to think that she is Ginny's teacher some days. She especially likes to sound out words for Ginny when she hears something new. She does it syllable by syllable to help her sound the new word out. I forget what the word was now, but this was going on the other day. Then Jorja said, "I know almost all the words, except Spanish, I only knew a few words in Spanish. Like Natalise La Di Da. That means Merry Christmas." How does that go again I asked her. "Nah - Tah - Lees - La - Dee - Da" she says to me very clearly and slowly so that I too may learn this second language. Thanks Jorja, but I think we'll have to play a bit more Bony M. this year. Later.
So yes, here I sit. We didn't think that any baby sitter would ever come back if we left her with the situation that was going on here this week. So I took the older two to Sunday School this morning and Julie went out this evening. I don't want to jinx the night, but I think CeCe may have started to turn the corner. She kept the same outfit on all day and only had one semi-solid poop. All right, enough about poop.
I was driving Jorja to piano lessons yesterday and I switched the radio station from the country one to the eighties one. Steve Windwood's 'Valarie' was playing. I've always liked Steve Windwood, but I digress. Jorja asked me, "Dad, is this your station, the '80's on eight?" I replied that yes it was. "You know, your station isn't that bad," she replied. Thanks Jorja, I'm glad you approve.
I had a couple of errands to run this afternoon and CeCe was napping and Julie was doing some Christmas baking (yes!!) so I took the girls along with me. I was standing in line at the post office in Shoppers not really paying much attention to the conversation the girls were having. All of a sudden, Ginny looks at the woman behind us and says, "Maybe she could be our mother." This caught my attention. Then Jorja said, "You think she's our mother?!" and then the two of them laughed hysterically. I had nothing. What do you say to that? I looked and the lady, and she was smirking, so that was all right. What did she really think? Were these two kids looking for a new wife/mother like something from Sleepless in Seattle? I told them to stop being so goofy and wished the letter to the Philippine consulate in front of us would move along a little quicker.
Jorja likes to think that she is Ginny's teacher some days. She especially likes to sound out words for Ginny when she hears something new. She does it syllable by syllable to help her sound the new word out. I forget what the word was now, but this was going on the other day. Then Jorja said, "I know almost all the words, except Spanish, I only knew a few words in Spanish. Like Natalise La Di Da. That means Merry Christmas." How does that go again I asked her. "Nah - Tah - Lees - La - Dee - Da" she says to me very clearly and slowly so that I too may learn this second language. Thanks Jorja, but I think we'll have to play a bit more Bony M. this year. Later.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Christmas parties
This is the weekend of Christmas parties. Tonight is my work party and Sunday is the kids' Christmas party put on by my employer. Julie and I are pumped for tonight, and the girls are pumped for Sunday. I guess when the organizers were putting this together, they didn't think Saskatchewan would be in the Grey Cup. Now it turns out Santa is scheduled to arrive right at opening kick-off. Oh well, we should be home by the time the first quarter is over. We are trying a new sitter tonight, so hopefully we're not home by 7:00. I broke the news to Jorja last night and she seemed all right with it, so we'll see. It's also the first time we've had a sitter for all three, so here's hoping the new girl does all right.
Jorja and I were talking about Santa last night before bed. I told her she was going to see him on Sunday and that I had been talking to him that afternoon. I told her he came to visit me at work. Little does she know, Santa has a day job. Anyway, I asked her what she would tell him of he asked her what she wants for Christmas. She said, "I want a doll house with a grey elevator." It's good to be specific I guess. There's no point dropping subtle hints (with men regarding presents), you may as just spell out what you want so that you're not disappointed. Then I asked her what she would say if she had been a good girl. She looked at me and sheepishly whispered, "What should I say Daddy?" I told her she could probably say yes.
Ginny was awake at 6:300 this morning, and I managed to convince her that it wasn't morning yet. By the time she was back asleep CeCe was awake and not going back. So much for sleeping in. Jorja is up now too, and Ginny is the only one sleeping. How does that work? Oh well, time to put the coffee on. Later.
Jorja and I were talking about Santa last night before bed. I told her she was going to see him on Sunday and that I had been talking to him that afternoon. I told her he came to visit me at work. Little does she know, Santa has a day job. Anyway, I asked her what she would tell him of he asked her what she wants for Christmas. She said, "I want a doll house with a grey elevator." It's good to be specific I guess. There's no point dropping subtle hints (with men regarding presents), you may as just spell out what you want so that you're not disappointed. Then I asked her what she would say if she had been a good girl. She looked at me and sheepishly whispered, "What should I say Daddy?" I told her she could probably say yes.
Ginny was awake at 6:300 this morning, and I managed to convince her that it wasn't morning yet. By the time she was back asleep CeCe was awake and not going back. So much for sleeping in. Jorja is up now too, and Ginny is the only one sleeping. How does that work? Oh well, time to put the coffee on. Later.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Runnin' back to Saskatoon
To be honest, I'm feeling a little bummed out today. We were supposed to go to Tofield and visit my parents this weekend. The added bonus to that was my brother and sister-in-law had a baby girl a couple of days ago and we would have been able to see them too. Why are we still in Saskatoon then? It started early Friday morning with some retching. It appears Jorja has a stomach flu. She threw up a bit Friday morning and didn't feel very good at all. Given her history with throwing up, we weren't sure if it would just be the once and then she would feel fine, or if she was actually sick. She had a nap (should have been our first clue she was sick) and then seemed a little perkier after that. We decided we would still set out, a little later than planned. We got to Borden and decided to turn around. She was getting greener and greener and then she ended up with a fever last night and more throwing up during the night. Not exactly what you want when travelling. She seems a little better this morning - actually asked to eat something, so we'll see if that sits all right.
I wrote that first paragraph this morning, and it is now evening and since then Julie has succumbed to the same bug Jorja had. I feel I may not be far behind either. That's unfortunate. I really hate throwing up. Like really hate it. Kids always seem so resilient - puke one minute, smile the next. I don't know how they do it. I guess the long and short of it is that it's a good thing we stayed home this weekend.
We had our first parent-teacher-student three way conference on Thursday. I guess they don't just have parent-teacher interviews anymore. It turns our our child is brilliant. Well, maybe I'm bragging a bit, but she is doing great. She showed us how to use the 'smart board' (apparently blackboards are out now to) and all the other stuff she can do. There were several stations that we went through before we got to the teacher where she had little activities to do. Pretty basic stuff - letters, numbers, shapes, colours. Just the basic shapes and colours though - it's a wonder she doesn't get bored with some of that stuff. She wasn't even three yet and she could tell you what a turquoise parallelogram was. The teacher had no concerns with Jorja either, so that was good. She was impressed by how much Jorja can read already. Jorja loves her teacher too. I think Kindergarten teachers are a special breed of people - how you can be that kind and loving and patient day after day is beyond me. I had a great Kindergarten teacher and it looks like Jorja will have similar fond memories to look back onto.
I took the youngest two kids to Walmart this afternoon to get a few things. What was I thinking on Saturday afternoon? It was a zoo in there. Ginny was remarkably well behaved though and we survived relatively unscathed. I left Jorja home to look after Julie, a task which she took to heart. Jorja was on the upswing this afternoon, so she felt confident in that role. She is quite the little mother hen that one. It breaks her heart when someone else in the family isn't feeling well. She really mother Ginny when she doesn't feel well.
I guess we will be home for the Rider game tomorrow, instead of on the road like the last game. I can get the girls to watch it on TV, but listening to it on the radio is a bit of a stretch. Jorja and Ginny are taking quite the interest in the Roughriders this year, well as much interest as they can manage for something that isn't animated with catchy music. At least they don't ask to turn it off.
Work is going good, but I'm back to the day shift this week, so we'll see how everyone else fares. Hopefully alright. Later.
I wrote that first paragraph this morning, and it is now evening and since then Julie has succumbed to the same bug Jorja had. I feel I may not be far behind either. That's unfortunate. I really hate throwing up. Like really hate it. Kids always seem so resilient - puke one minute, smile the next. I don't know how they do it. I guess the long and short of it is that it's a good thing we stayed home this weekend.
We had our first parent-teacher-student three way conference on Thursday. I guess they don't just have parent-teacher interviews anymore. It turns our our child is brilliant. Well, maybe I'm bragging a bit, but she is doing great. She showed us how to use the 'smart board' (apparently blackboards are out now to) and all the other stuff she can do. There were several stations that we went through before we got to the teacher where she had little activities to do. Pretty basic stuff - letters, numbers, shapes, colours. Just the basic shapes and colours though - it's a wonder she doesn't get bored with some of that stuff. She wasn't even three yet and she could tell you what a turquoise parallelogram was. The teacher had no concerns with Jorja either, so that was good. She was impressed by how much Jorja can read already. Jorja loves her teacher too. I think Kindergarten teachers are a special breed of people - how you can be that kind and loving and patient day after day is beyond me. I had a great Kindergarten teacher and it looks like Jorja will have similar fond memories to look back onto.
I took the youngest two kids to Walmart this afternoon to get a few things. What was I thinking on Saturday afternoon? It was a zoo in there. Ginny was remarkably well behaved though and we survived relatively unscathed. I left Jorja home to look after Julie, a task which she took to heart. Jorja was on the upswing this afternoon, so she felt confident in that role. She is quite the little mother hen that one. It breaks her heart when someone else in the family isn't feeling well. She really mother Ginny when she doesn't feel well.
I guess we will be home for the Rider game tomorrow, instead of on the road like the last game. I can get the girls to watch it on TV, but listening to it on the radio is a bit of a stretch. Jorja and Ginny are taking quite the interest in the Roughriders this year, well as much interest as they can manage for something that isn't animated with catchy music. At least they don't ask to turn it off.
Work is going good, but I'm back to the day shift this week, so we'll see how everyone else fares. Hopefully alright. Later.
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