As I write these I’ve been battling a migraine for a few hours. But I am stubbornly refusing to go to sleep because we’re watching the Canada/USA Olympic game. Good luck Canada – we’re cheering for you!
1. This week, we tried to take the week off to go stay with Ewan’s Grandmother. On the way up to see her, we stopped to get some take out. With a Wendy’s burger in hand, fries in the cup holder and drink between my legs I settled in for the drive. However, my pure joy of junk food and an open road soon turned cold. Very cold. Very very cold. When trying to make a quick lane change, I hit the top of the pop lid and the drink poured into my lap. Don’t ask me why I had decided not to put the cup in the cup holder and the fries in my lap. It was a momentary lapse of judgment. So there I was with a puddle in my lap and it looked like I had wet myself. Many, many times. Then wet myself a few times after that. Ewan couldn’t stop laughing. Tears were pouring out of his eyes as he pointed and laughed at me. And then it happened. The most deliciously perfect instant karma that I had ever seen. Ewan dropped the pop that he was holding in his lap. The lid popped off and he too was now sitting in what looked like a litre of his own bodily fluids. We laughed for almost the whole rest of the trip in our soaking wet pants. (The Bad and then The Good).
2. If you have been following our little blog for the last couple of years then you have probably come across an array of stories involving Rachel and the things that she had done during her naps. Well not during the naps. What she does when she is supposed to be napping. The toy blender incident always comes to mind as we wish her sweet dreams. I don’t think she will ever top herself there, or at least I hope that she never does. However, she did come close last week. “Oh dear!” was all that we heard from our nanny’s mouth as she went in to get Rachel up for her nap. We knew that something was up, so we entered the room right behind her. There was Rachel, with a bottle of her sister’s diaper cream. Scratch that, empty bottle of her sister’s diaper cream in hand. Where was the diaper cream now you ask if it was no longer in the bottle? It was anywhere that Rachel could think to put it. She was standing on her bed, naked, completely covered from head to toe, including all of her hair in thick diaper rash cream. Her face had so much caked on it that it looked like she dunked her face in a can of paint. Of course Ewan had somewhere to go just at that moment and so it was up to us to figure out how to get Rachel clean. Four baths later and she still looked like a mime. After two more showers and some intense cleaning of her room we still found it in random places a few days later. The whole time, Rachel just had a smile on her face from ear to ear. So proud of herself, she said “I put it on my face like mommy does with her make-up.” (The Bad).
3. Rachel is 3 going on 23. Just tonight when we tried to talk to her at the dinner table about her upcoming birthday she insisted that she was the “same as Mommy.” No longer a kid. No sir. No how. She is an adult. And in many cases this is true. She already has the same dry sense of humour as her father. This week when she walked in from playing outside, Ewan playfully teased her as she took off her hat, “Look at your hair Rachel!” To which Rachel responded very seriously, “Look at my hair? You have no hair.” Great. Just what the world needs, another Ewan. (The Bad, but I love you Ewan!)
4. Last weekend, we had the extreme pleasure of being invited as guests to a wedding. We couldn’t think of the last time that we did this and it was nice to be out as husband and wife for the night. During the reception we were surprised and excited to hear our song, Sweetthing by Van Morrison playing and quickly went to the dance floor. Not a very well known song, we ended up being the only ones out there. But we didn’t care since it’s not very often that we get to dance to our song anywhere other than in our kitchen. We danced and sang and enjoyed every minute of it. It was by far one of my favourite moments of the week. Just Ewan and me out there, looking like fools singing to each other, but not caring because we were the only ones in the room at that moment. Of course, once the song was over we quickly came back to reality and looked around the room. At everyone staring at us. The two crazy people who had been dancing alone and singing to each other in the middle of the empty dance floor. (The Perfectly Good).
5. As I said earlier we tried to take this week off. The most important word in that sentence is tried. We tried to escape from it all, like the prisoners in that weird movie we watched the other night. It took me three hours to pack everything for the kids for the week. Their toys, their clothes, their food, their things to sleep with. It was perfectly organized. I was the Babe Ruth of packing (I’m not sure that’s the proper analogy, but you get what I mean). We got the kids in the car in record time with no screaming and they were happy to go for the drive. Aside from some wet pants, we had a great drive and arrived at Ewan’s grandmothers in record time. I won’t tell you how quickly we got there because I think I was driving a little bit too fast and am embarrassed to say just how quickly that was. And then it happened. Ewan got sick. We weren’t even there for even 24 hours before Ewan had to come home. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be in his own bed. I hadn’t even unpacked everything and we were on the road again back home. Needless to say I wasn’t happy. Not because Ewan was sick, but because all of that perfect packing, with perfectly rolled socks, folded shirts and.. .well everything. All of those things perfectly placed in the exact spot that it needed to be for everything to fit just right was now wasted. We have been home since Wednesday and I still haven’t unpacked. The suitcases are sitting prominently in the middle of the living room all by themselves. Not because I don’t want to, but because I’m stubborn and want to savour the job well done that never got to be appreciated. (The Bad).
6. Picture me driving down the road. Bags packed and chap stick far out of reach. I needed a drink (since my lap was wearing my Coke). My lips were dry (since I couldn’t reach the chap stick). And there was no way I was pulling over (since the kids were happily playing in the back seat and I was making cop-alarming time). So I kept licking my lips hoping to relieve some of my desperate need for chap stick. Over and over again. To the point where I was running out of saliva. As we pulled up to a stop light, the car beside us was perfectly lined up next to us. But I didn’t really pay attention to it. Instead I did the only thing I could think of since I could barely lick my lips anymore. I brought a bunch of saliva to the front of my mouth and intended to let it just sit on my lips for a minute. Instead, I turned my head to look at the car next to us and smiled at the sweet old lady in the passenger seat. And as I did so, a giant, massive, huge, epic amount of drool came pouring out off my lips and down my chin. I could have cried in embarrassment. And I’m lucky there wasn’t a cop behind me because I peeled away from the light so fast that I think I left tire marks. (The horribly, embarrassingly bad).
7. Earlier as I started writing this, Sarah Elizabeth came up beside me on the bed, looked at me, screamed “AHHHHHH” then ran away. Well it is running to her, but we could all out walk her in a few slow strides. She kept coming back, screaming “AHHHHHH” and ran away again. It became our game while I was writing this post and she thought it was the greatest thing on the planet. But just as I got to the end of my last story she came back in. This time she didn’t say anything and just stood there beside me. I noticed that something was different. Looked down at her and was started laughing. She was completely naked. No top, no pants, no diaper. Naked as the day she was born, wearing only a smile. I had to stop writing the post for awhile so I could chase after her and find where she had shed her clothes. Needless to say it took me a long time to find them because she had safely stashed them in the recycling bin. When I finally stumbled upon them she laughed and laughed like a maniac and ran away as fast as her naked legs could carry her. (The Good).
8. We were truly honoured to be invited to be mentors in The Thirst Relief International auction last week. Thank you so much for your support, your encouragement and your bids. We can’t wait to meet the winner of our auction, Gina Ziedler, who helped raise an amazing $710.00 for such a great cause. As a whole, the mentors raised just under $42,000 and we feel so thankful to be a part of the event. Thank you!
- Brianna
by Brianna
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