Archive for April, 2007

Hello, good-bye

Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007

Ken was able to make arrangements with work to report to Trenton on Sunday morning instead of this Satruday afternoon. Reid and I were glad of this extra day with him. We got up about 7:30, over Reid’s objections as her grasp of jet lag is non-existant and she just knew she was tired. Moving slowly, we all just managed to get to Kindermusik as the class started. Reid kept saying “Mama-Daddy!” and trying to shuggle both of us at the same time. We sang and danced as always and then Reid “took” Daddy to see her new library. Well, it’s not actually hers or new but she hadn’t been there with Ken before so she thought she was introducing him to it. He and I both chose books for Reid and so we got to the check out with a healthy pile for Reid to process. We headed to MacDonalds to pick up lunch as Reid was fading fast. Ken scraped together the will power to wait until he got home, though. I’m not sure how hungry Ken would have to be to eat at MacDonalds but it would take a desperate situation. Reid fell asleep before we got home, despite my efforts to be as enteraining, noisy and finally annoying as I could be. When I let her go after removing her coat, to stand there until I had mine off, she crumpled slowly to the floor and continued sleeping on the carpet. I lugged her upstairs – Reid is getting so tall and heavy that when she is asleep, you can only lug her – to finish her nap. She woke enough to ask to go in the rocking chair and then had a nice, long nap. Being an evil mother, I woke her up after only two-and-a-hours.

We played with our new Legos. Ken said that Reid now has more Legos than three kids need but when I bought them I was thinking of how I didn’t get to use all of the bricks I wanted the last time the three of us played together. I believe at that time Ken commented on it was obvious that I had been a Lego-kid as I built my “sloped”, red roof house with windows and doors set just so. I am now a Lego-Mama and sharing is tough ;+) Reid picked at her supper but fell asleep easily at 7:45. I was thinking how easily Reid had adjusted to Ottawa time, right up until 8:30 when she woke up refreshed and cheerful. Eventually, she said she was hungry and so I gave her a peanut butter sandwich and milk in bed. At 9:30, I told her I was going to sleep and she needed to lay quietly with me. I think she drifted off about 9:45 or 10. Guess she had a nap at 7:45.

Books we read, April 2nd

Monday, April 2nd, 2007

We slept until 7:05 this morning, throwing my plan to get Reid to daycare early and easily while Ken is away into disarray. We read nothing this morning, though I did offer Reid an enthusiastic recitation of The Three Little Pigs while I showered. Tonight we read:

  • Chitter, Chatter by David Crossley;
  • The Best Gifts by Marsha Forchuk Skrypuch, a book that was in the parenting section at the library but is really a beautiful illustrated story about a baby/girl/woman who knows that the best gifts can’t be purchased. At two points, there is a baby being nursed. Maybe that is why it’s on the parenting shelf. Through out the book, a phrase morphs: “the warmth of her mother’s milk swirled in her mouth and filled her tiny stomach” and “wrapped in love and warmth as the words swirled around her mind” and “memories of her happy childhood swirled around her heart and filled her mind” until Sarah has her own son and “the warmth of his mother’s milk swirled in his mouth and filled his tiny stomach.”;
  • Little Bear Paints on the Farm (no author);
  • My Little Book of Sharing by Marjorie Ainsborough Decker;
  • Good Night, Little One: A Lift-the-Flap book by Salina Yoon; and
  • Chirp: the Bugs Issue (May 2000).

Books we read, April 1st

Sunday, April 1st, 2007

While we drove to take Ken to Trenton, I sat in the backseat with Reid and read some library books that I had grabbed on the way out the door:

And in the restroom at the garage, less than five minutes from the base, where we had to stop *right now*:
A Friend Like You by Roger Pare;  and
Norman’s Snowball by Hazel Hutchins.

At Grandma Barb’s we read And You Can Be the Cat by Hazel Hutchins.

At bedtime we read: