This and That

Gosh, this year suddenly feels like it’s speeding by.  June always goes by in a blur, filled with recitals and other school-year end activities. 

Miss H has lost her second tooth, now.  It flew out last Sunday – she’d wiggled it to death and then pleaded with Aven to pull it out.  He tied the thread and gave it a good yank.  Well, the tooth came out, but it whizzed right by his ear and since we were outside, landed in the grass.  We still haven’t found it.  But Miss H wrote a note to the Tooth Fairy explaining the situation and asking for “$5 or more” still for the tooth.  I reminded her that the Tooth Fairy had written in her last little note that she gave the most money for the first tooth lost only and so maybe H should be careful that she’s not sounding greedy.  “Oh, you’re right!”  she said.  She grabs her note and crosses out the “or more” part and writes in “or less.”

The toothfairy came that night and left a toonie.  No note (because I didn’t think she would be losing a tooth last weekend!) and when Hope saw it she was mightily disappointed that it wasn’t a fiver. 

Aven thinks she won’t be quite as impatient to get her next tooth out now.  J

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about our camping trip that’s coming up – our first family camping trip!  We’re heading out for two nights and well, since we had no camping stuff at all – like I’m talking not even a propane stove - we’ve had to buy it all new.  So we’ll be putting up all our shiny new camping stuff like the newbies we are, but I’m sure we’ll get the hang of things quickly.  I’m already making lists of stuff to bring, the menu, grocery list, etc.  I’m EXCITED!  I think it will be an amazing time…and hopefully it doesn’t rain.  

Our little man is alternately frustrating/heart melting.  He holds his hands up to be picked up in a big hug and he says softly in my ear “You my mommy.  Me your son.”  This little one is our snuggler.  Our toucher.  He has to know where everyone is all the time.  You can see him look around periodically, no matter what he’s doing and take an inventory of where everyone is and what they’re doing.  If someone’s not home, he must ask occasionally to reaffirm that this person is where he thinks they are.  “Daddy at work?”  “Daddy come home soon?”  “Where H?”  “H at Brownies?” 

At night he is drawn like a magnet into our bed.  We carry him back to his own bed when he falls asleep and 20 minutes he’s back.  We’ve basically given up on trying to force him to stay in his own bed and pray that this is something that he will just naturally grow out of.  Aven despairs that even if M gets a football scholarship to a school in the States, he won’t be able to go cause it’s too far from home!  We’ll cross that road when we get to it. Lol.

Lately a neighbour boy has been coming over in the morning on Wednesdays and Thursdays and our nanny has been watching him as well for a few hours.  This has worked out so well for everyone, but especially M.  He has never had someone come over just to play with him, so he gets so excited when this little boy comes over he.  When the doorbell rings he runs up to the door, flings it open and says “Come in my friend!” 

This weekend we have Aven’s work barbeque to attend.  Attendance is not optional for this event.  I had forgotten about it and rsvp’d affirmatively to a birthday party that H had been invited to then had to reverse the response.  Miss H had been devastated that she would be missing the party because it was at Chucky Cheese – her favourite place and somewhere I avoid at all costs – but she got over it once Aven mentioned there was to be a prize draw at the bbq. 

Tonight we’re having salmon for dinner.  I love salmon.  I’m trying to make my family love salmon.  So far no luck.  We’ll have it tonight barbequed on a cedar plank – yum – if the rain holds off that is.  Otherwise it will be baked in the oven. 

The last time we had it, M refused to eat any of it and if even the tiniest bit got mixed up with his other food and somehow ended up in his mouth he put out his tongue and carefully picked off the offending bit.  And then the next night Miss H asked what we were having for dinner and M broke in anxiously “Not salmon.  No not salmon, right?”

Shaking his head and looking at me for confirmation.  Hahaha.  Poor kids.  Such torture I put them through.  Miss H will eat the salmon and I think she actually doesn’t even mind it.  As long as I don’t serve it too often.

I heard once on a radio show how a mom, whenever her daughter was upset or stressed out, she would give her salmon and broccoli as ‘comfort food’ in the hopes that this would be what her daughter would turn to later in life instead of the typical high fat / high sugar fare that typically constitutes comfort food.  I wonder if it worked.  I can’t imagine it, can you? 

I’m also thinking about M’s birthday – it’s not coming up til August, but I usually start planning it in my brain around May.  It’s goofy I know, and totally not fair to H because after spending 3 ½ months planning every detail of M’s birthday, I’m usually partied out and don’t have the energy to plan hers which happens three weeks later.   

…so for M’s party – I think we’re going to do a picnic in the park that’s close to our house.  We’ll have picnic food and play games like potato sack race and duck duck goose and we’ll do a lemonade bar – a great idea I saw on Savvy Mom.  The cake will look like a watermelon….oh boy oh boy. 

I’ve even got the party favours already!  Heehee I had to snap them up when I saw them cause they were just PERFECT!    You’ll find out what they are when I post pictures…in August.

Other than that, I will attempt to post a little more frequently and maybe even get a picture or two up.  Over and out.