Saturday, April 12

tennyson's dance rehearsal

Hey Tennyson, do you need that overflow?

Sunday, March 9

happy birthday brooks and riley!

Today we celebrated Brooks and Riley's birthdays. They have a combined age of 51. I know, they look fantastic.

Also, they refused to both look and smile handsomely at the camera at the same time.

And when they finally did, it became apparent that I should probably stop taking pictures with my iphone in drkened rooms, especially of small moving people.

Regardless. It was fun. And this was not me taking a picture of my toddler, drinking a giant pop, in a bar.

Happy Birthday Brooks and Riley!!

Saturday, March 8

winter running. yay.

Tonight at the nursery school swim party fundraiser (I'm sure that was the actual name. The fliers were rolled scrolls that were sent home with all the parents) I was talking to another woman who runs sometimes. I actually think the conversation started with where to buy nice shapely sports bras and ended with something like "Oh yeah, I run outside all the time, it's super fun and nobody who is a runner would ever consider bitching about winter, and all you really need is running shoes, and it's not even slippery and seriously, you're a total jerk for not running outside."

And I was all like, well shit, if she can do it I can probably maybe consider doing it.

Then I got home and the weather was beautiful and I wondered just how slippery the streets really were. Steven was a few minutes behind me in his truck, and I was in the driveway with a van load of kids who should have been in bed an hour or so earlier, but why wouldn't I run to the stop sign and back, just to test out the road conditions?

"What are you doing Mommy?" the minions asked upon watching me jog (race? run? marathon?) from the driveway to the end of the street a few times.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" came the motherly, ultra-mature reply. "I'm running!"

"We can run too!" They all chimed excitedly. "Can we? Can we run with you?"

"Sure, what the heck," I said. "Run to that street light and back." All four of them took off town the street, in time for Steven to come home and wonder why all the little heathens were running amok at what (once the clocks were turned ahead) would soon be 11 o'clock.

"What does it look like they're doing?" I responded to his puzzled question. "They're running. Obviously."

"Well okay." This kind of thing is somewhat unsurprising in our house.

We chased them all in, and wrestled them into their pajamas and beds, and I contemplated going for a short run, just up to the crescent road 4-way and back, which would only be about three miles.

Finally, at 10pm I laced up my shoes and headed out.

And about a mile in I finally admitted it was absolutely stupid to be running in the middle of the bloody night through mountains of snow. Oh yeah, it's a challenge, oh yeah, it's super fun. Oh yeah I almost got run over. Okay, maybe I didn't almost get run over, probably because I actually saw the car coming and wasn't actually going to run out in front if it, but being that its driver slammed on the brakes and slid around a little, someone thought I almost got ran over.

Running along the rutty, "there's a path because people always walk in the same footprints" sidewalk was awesome, and switching to the road where there was no shoulder because of mountains of snow was even awesomer, and then switching back to the sidewalk when I was sure it was going to be better a block later was even awesomer still!

I'm sure it was a great work out. I know this, because a mile in I was sweating buckets and my calves burned. Probably because I'm not a polar bear, and as such, am not accustomed to running through snowbanks. It was fantastic.

I got to the four-way stop. My options were to turn back the way I came, or head over the overpass, because I had taken note of it earlier that day and it seemed like that sidewalk was somewhat cleared.

I went with the overpass.

Turns out the only thing more fun than running through snowbanks and ice is doing it uphill.

I have a confession. I sometimes swear when I run. Out loud. Usually it's when I've decided to run further or faster and in the last mile or two I start to peter out and get a little annoyed that it's taking as long as it is and then I practice the fun words.

This also happens in mile three after two miles of snowbank and I'm now doing this ridiculousness on the overpass. I may have slowed down halfway up to return a couple of texts. It was very therapeutic.

Anyway. I will continue to make peace with the blasted treadmill and the running track until the streets of Portage are slightly less assholic. Just so you know.

Sunday, March 2

brownie sleepover

Another high-quality iPhone picture!

Did you see what I did in that picture? I know. Hilarious.

Jordan and I spent the night "sleeping" in the Science Gallery (apparently we don't call it Touch the Universe anymore) with a hundred other "sleeping" girls from three different Girl Guide groups.

It was awesome - the museum part, not so much sleeping on the floor with a million other people, but the museum's sleepover program is fantastic. Each group was given an itinerary and a museum guide and had numerous stops to make. We watched a really good planetarium show, we sat in the auditorium and listened to a story teller (I loved this part), we toured the museum and spent a lot of time with a real live mummy (even if some of the littler kids freaked out when watching a video where the mummy turned all mushy and then skeletal, resulting in the kids having to go colour pictures in an area where they couldn't see the mummy, but where other tvs would still play the video if someone walked by and pushed the button. Again. I swear I didnt' think it was funny at all), we had a midnight pizza break, we watched a "scientist" give a fun presentation in which a lot of things were set on fire, and then when all was said and done the museum lights were turned off and we toured the whole place again with flashlights.

We finally chased all the girls to their blankets around 1am to "sleep."

I love museums. My kids love museums. I'm definitely in for this again next year.

Plus I already called dibs on sleeping in my van, so it's all good. 

Monday, January 27

not me monday

I most certainly did not open a cupboard door and have a corning ware serving/baking dish hop out at me, bounce off my forearm (ouch) and hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces. Oh no, not me, because I wouldn’t have been to lazy days earlier to lift the smaller bowl and set the bigger bowl underneath it instead of balancing it on top. That would be ridiculous. It’s not like I have a list of fairly large glass things I’ve broken lately, comprising of a 9x13 cake pan and a giant Pyrex mixing bowl to add something like a corning ware baking dish to. Nope.

I do not continually forget to set up the bread maker so that I have bread to make sandwiches with in the mornings for the kids lunches. Oh  no, because I have stopped buying store bread because the bread maker is now making all of our family’s bread, so I never forget to set it up. I am way organized. Way.

For that same reason I never forget to take out meat for supper the next day.

May Long Weekend!