There are moments in my interactions with V when I realize just how screwed I am, and what I’m in for when she becomes a teen. Here is one example from 2014, lost in my drafts folder:
I put her to bed as usual last night, she read in English and French for about 20 minutes, then asked me to tell her a story. As I got up to leave after our story and snuggles, she asked me if she could watch some videos on her tablet. (Thanks to an update Youtube was re-enabled on her system). She asked for 5 minutes of videos, and instead I told her she could watch 3 videos (figuring it would be about 15 minutes).
An hour later little Miss V made her way downstairs (my story may have involved a unicorn named Butterbutt who farted glitter – I can only blame myself for her not settling to sleep right away) and when I asked her if she’d been watching videos the whole time, she got a twinkle in her eye and claimed she’d only watched one. I put on my sternest mommy face asked again, and with the biggest smile she exclaimed, ‘yes, you said I could watch 3 videos, but I’m watching the same one over and over!’
Point goes to 7 year old.
Today V and I decided to do ham on the BBQ for dinner, so on the way home from an extended lunch we stopped and picked up a small one.
Due to the randomness of our day we decided to pop in to a couple of other shops as we continued home. As we exited the car at the first stop, I turned and stuffed the ham in my purse. She spotted me and asked what the heck I was doing. I told her I had to bring it in as the car would be far too hot on a thirty degree day.
She didn’t bat an eye as she realized she’s the daughter of a woman who wanders around with a ham in her purse.
Not just any ham though, it was our lucky ham! We don’t often have luck finding V’s size at Value Village but today we couldn’t swing a ham without finding another item just right for her. I may be on to something.
But doesn’t corn already come in it’s own handy-dandy wrapper? Did we need to slap some plastic on it?
I’m still amazed that I’ve managed to remember every day for 28 straight days! I’ll admit that at times I’ve been scrambling at 11 to figure out what to do, and there have been nights like last night when I got the pic all ready then fell asleep before posting, but for the most part, I’ve managed to be on the ball.
Bill and I went to see War Horse at the NAC and I bawled through the entire show:
Sometimes you just need to wear a bunny on your head:
I am a girl in desperate need of a pedicure. I’m also planning on re-knitting these in V’s size:
I’m always glad we don’t do video calls:
For (I think) the first time ever, I’m posting a video of myself. No, I’m not vlogging (gah, could you imagine?) I am however taking part in that great Northern tradition of freezing my butt off to create more snow (because, who doesn’t need more snow?).
A bit of background, when I woke up and realized just how cold it was Wednesday I was super excited to pick V up from school early and try this. Then the damn temperatures warmed up! (only a nutbar would complain about this right?)
As I was cooking dinner (KD FTW!) I decided what the heck, nothing to lose by trying, so I grabbed a mug and dunked it in the boiling noodles, dashed out the door and…it worked! Not only did it work, but I cooled some noodles off right quick *g* One pot of new, clean water later and –