So the other day I snapped.
And I mean I really lost it.
Yes, I'm talking complete erratic, bizzare, uncharacteristic behavior for me.
And it happened while I was on the phone...to a telemarketer...that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Background circumstances: Lindsay just broke her arm on Wednesday. We spent over 8 hours in emergency with the possibility of going to the Stollery yet. We got home at midnight and promptly went to bed. I did not sleep one wink that whole night. I was in some pain and it did not subside all night. I got out of bed at 6 and carried on with the day. Meanwhile I was waiting for a call from the Stollery. I also zipped out to see my doctor for an appointment. By 6pm I was completely exhausted. That's when the phone rang.
RING RING!!!
Hello? Hello?? HELLO???
Yez, iz dis Uneeta Godon?
sigh... Yes, it is.....
crackle, crackle, background noise, incoherency...ve have recieved .....your computer........warning message.....virus.....static, other voices...
REALLY??? THAT'S SUCH A LOAD OF CRAP. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SCAM.
DON'T CALL HERE AGAIN! (Here's where I was literally
screaming into the phone...in front of my husband and kids. Oh I feel so proud).
But ma'am... we received these messages...
BE QUIET AND LISTEN! REPEAT AFTER ME... 'I WILL NOT PHONE THESE PEOPLE AGAIN.
Ma'am?
SAY IT! REPEAT AFTER ME...'I WILL NOT PHONE THESE PEOPLE AGAIN.' I CAN'T HEAR YOU. SAY IT! SAY IT!!!
ma'am I don't understand...
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND???? EVEN A KID COULD UNDERSTAND SUCH A SIMPLE INSTRUCTION! SAY IT! SAY IT!!!
And here is where I hung up. Not 10 seconds later the phone rang again.
Hello?
Hello, iz diz Uneeta Godon again?
You can't even listen to instructions. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU. I WILL PHONE THE POLICE AND THEY CAN THROW IN JAIL BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST A DIRTY SCAM. LEAVE ME ALONE, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!
At this point my husband took the phone from me and ended the conversation. I put the 3 youngest kids to bed and promptly fell asleep on the couch by 6:50. Definately not my finest hour.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Broken Bones
Oh wow, has there ever been a lot going on lately. I need to be doing a little blogging to catch up. We're going to start with my little girl--Lindsay.
It was just one of those things that happen--you know...it happens plenty of times in a day--one sibling pushed another sibling, there's a cry of protest, etc etc etc. Last Wednesday was no different.
Paul was barrelling down the deck steps. Linday was standing on the second step from the bottom (about a foot and a half from the ground). Paul pushed his sister and ran for the swing. Since i saw the whole thing I pointed at Paul and told him to go sot on the bench. I went down the steps to see how lindsay was doing. She was not crying. I picked her up, put her on her feet and then noticed her arm. It was bent kind of like a 'U'. I picked her up and knew this was a hospital visit.
We went to Devon since I had heard that this hospital had short waiting times. Honestly, within 20 minutes Lindsay was checked in, had her vitals taken and even had her X-rays done! The doctor came along and we were told that both bones were broken in the lower arm.
Since she is only 7, they decided to sedate her before attempting to set the arm. This would involve getting an IV. We talked to Lindsay about this and let her make the decision. She chose the needle poke so she would not feel any pain in her sore arm. They got an IV ready and poked. Lindsay did not make a peep. After a few seconds the nurse quietly said, "No. It didn't work." She looked at Lindsay and said, "Sweetie, I'm so sorry. The poke didn't work out. We're going to have to try again." Lindsay was a little upset but she put on a brave face and replied, "It's OK. I can be brave again." The nurses were so touched. Try #2 happened the same way. It did not work. When the nurse looked up she told Lindsay again, "I'm sorry Lindsay. It just didn't work out again." At this point I could tell that Lindsay was quickly losing all bravado and was visibly discouraged. but again she replied, "It's OK. You tried. I can still be brave." This is when the nurses started getting teary eyed. They kept telling Lindsay she was one of the best patients they have ever had.
The nurses decided to give Lindsay a break and during that time Lindsay turned to me and asked, 'Mom, can we pray to God that the needle will work next time?" Oh what faith. it made this momma's heart melt. So we prayed. A few minutes later the nurses returned to try a third time. Once again, it did not work. Lindsay did have tears comeing down her face at this point but told the nurses that it was still OK. But this momma did not think it was OK. I immediately said, "No more needles. Find another way. There must be something she can take orally."
So they DID come up with something. It was a memory erasing drug. It would make her drowsy, hopefully to the point where she would fall asleep, and then they would set her arm. It is possible she would cry out in pain, but she would have no memory of it. They cautioned that using it would probably be more difficult for mom to deal with.
I okayed the drug. It was administerd and Lindsay did indeed get drowsy, though she did not sleep as we had hoped she would. I was readig to her from a certain children's magazine and Lindsay was listening. Meanwhile her arm was set and casted. Not once did my little girl cry out in pain. As the drowsiness wore off, we went back to get the newly casted arm X-rayed. Might I add right now that the cast was BRIGHT pink. Oh, SO perfect for my little girl.
We sat down in a chair to await a release from the hospital. It was suppertime now and we were hungry. The results were in. the doctor looked at the newly set bones and came over to us. He told us he wanted to double check with an expert in the Stollery. Ok...we could wait a little longer. So we waited...and waited...and waited...I think we must have sat 2-3 hours before the Stollery recieved, reviewed and got back to the doctor. The final word: Take off the cast, make an adjustment and re-cast. If the arm swells when the cast comes off, send the patient to the Stollery tonight.
Well, when I told Lindsay the news she cried. We had to start all over again. She was tired and hungry and she had been so brave. I held my precious little girl on my lap and we both prayed again. Mustering a little more bravado again (which I completely attribute to the Lord) she was reday to try again. I told her that they would put on another cast, just like the one she had now. Lindsay looked at her arm. "I don't even know how that cast got on there. It was like magic!" WOW! That drug actually worked!
So the cast cutter got pulled out and the cast was sawed off. Thankfully the arm did not swell! Another answer to prayer! The doctor came in and said he was going to set it again without giving her any drugs since she did not cry out the first time. Well...alrighty. I just wanted to go home. A quick adjustment without a single peep from Lindsay, and another bright pink cast was stiuated on her arm. Back to X-ray for a third time.
After the X-rays we waited to be released. The doctor came to see us and said he still was not completely happy with the way the bones were set. He sent the X-rays ahead to the Stollery and he told us that he was referring us to the Stollery. We could go home but to expect a phonecall from the Stollery in the next few days and recieve further instruction from them. by now it was 11:30. We were both toast. Home and bed were looking mighty sweet.
Well, today I heard back from the Stollery. We are to come in tomorrow and they want to get a few more X-rays. Oh I do so hope and pray that they do not need to re-cast a third time. Yet I am also thankful that the Stollery is one of the best children hospitals in the country and they will do their best with our precious little girl.
It was just one of those things that happen--you know...it happens plenty of times in a day--one sibling pushed another sibling, there's a cry of protest, etc etc etc. Last Wednesday was no different.
Paul was barrelling down the deck steps. Linday was standing on the second step from the bottom (about a foot and a half from the ground). Paul pushed his sister and ran for the swing. Since i saw the whole thing I pointed at Paul and told him to go sot on the bench. I went down the steps to see how lindsay was doing. She was not crying. I picked her up, put her on her feet and then noticed her arm. It was bent kind of like a 'U'. I picked her up and knew this was a hospital visit.
We went to Devon since I had heard that this hospital had short waiting times. Honestly, within 20 minutes Lindsay was checked in, had her vitals taken and even had her X-rays done! The doctor came along and we were told that both bones were broken in the lower arm.
Since she is only 7, they decided to sedate her before attempting to set the arm. This would involve getting an IV. We talked to Lindsay about this and let her make the decision. She chose the needle poke so she would not feel any pain in her sore arm. They got an IV ready and poked. Lindsay did not make a peep. After a few seconds the nurse quietly said, "No. It didn't work." She looked at Lindsay and said, "Sweetie, I'm so sorry. The poke didn't work out. We're going to have to try again." Lindsay was a little upset but she put on a brave face and replied, "It's OK. I can be brave again." The nurses were so touched. Try #2 happened the same way. It did not work. When the nurse looked up she told Lindsay again, "I'm sorry Lindsay. It just didn't work out again." At this point I could tell that Lindsay was quickly losing all bravado and was visibly discouraged. but again she replied, "It's OK. You tried. I can still be brave." This is when the nurses started getting teary eyed. They kept telling Lindsay she was one of the best patients they have ever had.
The nurses decided to give Lindsay a break and during that time Lindsay turned to me and asked, 'Mom, can we pray to God that the needle will work next time?" Oh what faith. it made this momma's heart melt. So we prayed. A few minutes later the nurses returned to try a third time. Once again, it did not work. Lindsay did have tears comeing down her face at this point but told the nurses that it was still OK. But this momma did not think it was OK. I immediately said, "No more needles. Find another way. There must be something she can take orally."
So they DID come up with something. It was a memory erasing drug. It would make her drowsy, hopefully to the point where she would fall asleep, and then they would set her arm. It is possible she would cry out in pain, but she would have no memory of it. They cautioned that using it would probably be more difficult for mom to deal with.
I okayed the drug. It was administerd and Lindsay did indeed get drowsy, though she did not sleep as we had hoped she would. I was readig to her from a certain children's magazine and Lindsay was listening. Meanwhile her arm was set and casted. Not once did my little girl cry out in pain. As the drowsiness wore off, we went back to get the newly casted arm X-rayed. Might I add right now that the cast was BRIGHT pink. Oh, SO perfect for my little girl.
We sat down in a chair to await a release from the hospital. It was suppertime now and we were hungry. The results were in. the doctor looked at the newly set bones and came over to us. He told us he wanted to double check with an expert in the Stollery. Ok...we could wait a little longer. So we waited...and waited...and waited...I think we must have sat 2-3 hours before the Stollery recieved, reviewed and got back to the doctor. The final word: Take off the cast, make an adjustment and re-cast. If the arm swells when the cast comes off, send the patient to the Stollery tonight.
Well, when I told Lindsay the news she cried. We had to start all over again. She was tired and hungry and she had been so brave. I held my precious little girl on my lap and we both prayed again. Mustering a little more bravado again (which I completely attribute to the Lord) she was reday to try again. I told her that they would put on another cast, just like the one she had now. Lindsay looked at her arm. "I don't even know how that cast got on there. It was like magic!" WOW! That drug actually worked!
So the cast cutter got pulled out and the cast was sawed off. Thankfully the arm did not swell! Another answer to prayer! The doctor came in and said he was going to set it again without giving her any drugs since she did not cry out the first time. Well...alrighty. I just wanted to go home. A quick adjustment without a single peep from Lindsay, and another bright pink cast was stiuated on her arm. Back to X-ray for a third time.
After the X-rays we waited to be released. The doctor came to see us and said he still was not completely happy with the way the bones were set. He sent the X-rays ahead to the Stollery and he told us that he was referring us to the Stollery. We could go home but to expect a phonecall from the Stollery in the next few days and recieve further instruction from them. by now it was 11:30. We were both toast. Home and bed were looking mighty sweet.
Well, today I heard back from the Stollery. We are to come in tomorrow and they want to get a few more X-rays. Oh I do so hope and pray that they do not need to re-cast a third time. Yet I am also thankful that the Stollery is one of the best children hospitals in the country and they will do their best with our precious little girl.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Holidays
The alarm went off at 5:30.
Dan hit the snooze.
The alarm went off at 5:39.
I told Dan to hit the snooze.
Guilt hit me and I exited my warm bed at 5:41.
I made a pot of that miraculous strong black brew that seems to keep adults going.
I got 4 kids out of bed. They pretty much opened their eyes and bounded out of bed and up the stairs. They each grabbed their pile of clothes that were neatly folded and placed on the kitchen table and got dressed quickly.
By 5:55 I finished my first cup of coffee, handed Dan his, and had 4 kids in the van. We were driving just before 6 am.
At 9:25 we got Seth's top pitch angry countdown. That's right--and it sounds exactly like I described. Seth hollered in a high pitched, angry voice:
1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..11..12..13..14..18..90...and...ZERO!!!
Thank you son. That was very entertaining. Then at 9:27 we got Seth's top pitch angry countdown again. And another at 9:34.
We showed our kids lots of land marks on the way--like the black cow in the field, Aunt Leer's house (get it...Aunt Leer...antler...) who lived on the top of Antler Hill, Woodbend Road and all sorts of insignificant things. we talked a lot about Uncle AJ choking on a piece of broccoli and mommy being scared because there was a spider in her boot when she was 5. If you are utterly confused, that's OK. It was pure, plain foolishness and we were all having a ball.
At around 10ish we were seeing signs for Head Smash Buffalo Jump. We decided to go take a look and that's when we met Garry. Garry was a sweet little guy. He was short, had brown hair and obviously LOVED being outside. He had a huge family and more friends than you can count. We know this to be true because we saw them. They were all hanging around outside and it sure looked like a family gathering of sorts. Well, we stayed in our van and were driving along when this little guy, Garry, tore away from the safety of his family and went tearing across the road--right in front of our van. KA-THUNK! KA-THUNK! 2 wheels hit Garry. Half a second of silence in the van while everyone comprehended what had just happened. One of the kids looked back to see the aftermath and reported, "WOW dad...there's blood all over the road!" Cheering erupted as the van continued to barrel along, hardly slowing after the unfortunate event. Garry the gopher was dead. Head Smash Buffalo Jump now has a new meaning...and it has nothing to do with buffalo.
OK, moving right along now. Once we found out we had to PAY to get in (oh yes...I am cheap) we decided to turn around and get back to the main highway. Generally when you pay to get in somewhere it takes time to look at everything. We didn't have a lot of spare time. As we neared Lethbridge Lindsay was ooo ing at the cliffs and bluffs. She saw some red rocks lining one of the bluffs and matter-of-factly informed everyone that the rocks were covered in buffalo blood. AHEM...cough, cough... Why must my children be so morbid. Gopher guts, buffalo blood...
At noon we were at the Birds of Prey Center located in Coaldale Alberta. As soon as we entered the building Eric and Lindsay were both invited to hold and endangered burrowing owl. Eric especially was STOKED! Since there were no other school groups there that day we received our own special tour. The center takes birds who have been hurt, rehabilitates or fixes them, then sets then free in the wild again. Some birds stay there because there is just no way for them to survive the wild.
One of these birds was Spirit. This was a huge, beautiful golden eagle who was shot several times by a hunter. She was completely blind. Eric loved Spirit. She was perched in a big open dome area with many other birds of prey. each bird had a perch and a leash that was attached to their ankle. We could visit these birds up close with no wire mesh or cage between us.
Paul got to see a vulture up close and I must say...that is an ugly bird. We were told that the reason his head is void of feathers is because as a scavenger, he will stick his head right into a dead animal's carcass and that way he won't get any feathers in his food. Yummy. Paul maintains that the vulture is still his favorite bird.
After our little tour, we watched a flying demonstration with a Harris hawk. Then we were introduced to a great horned owl named Gordon. He was the guy we got to hold. Eric, Lindsay, Paul and I all held him. He was heavy, but definitely beautiful. that is probably what was the coolest thing about the center--they let you get close to the birds--mind you...the guides had a pretty rapt audience. Eric impressed them several times with his knowledge about birds. The caretakers even encouraged him to pursue a job that involved working with birds, telling him there were many opportunities to do so.
I was so impressed with the staff. They took time to answer all our questions. They took time to show us their place and they let us hold the birds. You could see they loved those birds and they wanted to pass that along to others. They really fanned that flame inside Eric and encouraged him to continue to expand his knowledge of birds. They assured my son that if he really wanted to work with birds in the future, there was plenty of work for him in that field. Eric left that place on cloud nine.
We bought as little bag of food for the ducks who felt so obliged to follow us wherever we went. There were at least 50 of them and when they saw we had food they BOOKED it over to us just as fast as they could waddle and swim.
Well, by 2:30 we decided to head to the hotel. The hotel was in Strathmore which meant we had at least 2 hours of driving ahead of us yet. All 4 kids fell asleep and a few hours later we were in our hotel which boasted a pool and a water slide. WIN!!! the kids, energy renewed after their nap, went beserko for a good hour in the pool before we herded them out to go for supper.
After supper it was back to the hotel and I read to the kids, we prayed and we ALL went to sleep by 9. We were all zonked. Besides, with all of us sleeping in 1 room (2 kids on the floor, 2 kids on a queen bed and us in the other queen bed) it would be foolish to expect kids to sleep while the lights were still on and the adults chatting. As a result, everyone had a good night sleep.
By 6:30 we were all up. We showered and enjoyed a very good continental breakfast--bacon, eggs, sausage, cinnamon buns, yogurt, hash browns, toast...you name it. Then off to the zoo.
I know lots of people have been to the Calgary Zoo, so really, there isn't much to tell. i loved how the zoo was divided into continental sections--South America, North America, Africa, etc. I still have to say that North America was my favorite section. i was also very impressed with the displays put up around the zoo. South America was VERY well done, with a building full of lush vegetation. The air felt humid and hot. i realized that by doing so, the Zoo was giving people a real feel for the climate of different areas around the world. We were paying for more than just seeing animals...we were paying to really experience the world at large.
Anyways, we left the zoo at 1. It was getting hot by then and the kids were getting tired. We skipped the penguin exhibit seeing as there was an 45 minute wait. I can't justify waiting that long just to see 1 animal. I'm sure they're cool, but 45 minutes in the warm sun with 4 tired kids waiting in line isn't a wise choice for any parent. I'm glad we left when we did. We were home just after 4 and got to see Courtney (she had a sleep over at her grandparents' house). We chilled at home and all went o bed early.
That was our trip. I'm glad we did it. I've got lots of great pictures and we've made lots of nice memories. Worth it!
Dan hit the snooze.
The alarm went off at 5:39.
I told Dan to hit the snooze.
Guilt hit me and I exited my warm bed at 5:41.
I made a pot of that miraculous strong black brew that seems to keep adults going.
I got 4 kids out of bed. They pretty much opened their eyes and bounded out of bed and up the stairs. They each grabbed their pile of clothes that were neatly folded and placed on the kitchen table and got dressed quickly.
By 5:55 I finished my first cup of coffee, handed Dan his, and had 4 kids in the van. We were driving just before 6 am.
At 9:25 we got Seth's top pitch angry countdown. That's right--and it sounds exactly like I described. Seth hollered in a high pitched, angry voice:
1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..11..12..13..14..18..90...and...ZERO!!!
Thank you son. That was very entertaining. Then at 9:27 we got Seth's top pitch angry countdown again. And another at 9:34.
We showed our kids lots of land marks on the way--like the black cow in the field, Aunt Leer's house (get it...Aunt Leer...antler...) who lived on the top of Antler Hill, Woodbend Road and all sorts of insignificant things. we talked a lot about Uncle AJ choking on a piece of broccoli and mommy being scared because there was a spider in her boot when she was 5. If you are utterly confused, that's OK. It was pure, plain foolishness and we were all having a ball.
At around 10ish we were seeing signs for Head Smash Buffalo Jump. We decided to go take a look and that's when we met Garry. Garry was a sweet little guy. He was short, had brown hair and obviously LOVED being outside. He had a huge family and more friends than you can count. We know this to be true because we saw them. They were all hanging around outside and it sure looked like a family gathering of sorts. Well, we stayed in our van and were driving along when this little guy, Garry, tore away from the safety of his family and went tearing across the road--right in front of our van. KA-THUNK! KA-THUNK! 2 wheels hit Garry. Half a second of silence in the van while everyone comprehended what had just happened. One of the kids looked back to see the aftermath and reported, "WOW dad...there's blood all over the road!" Cheering erupted as the van continued to barrel along, hardly slowing after the unfortunate event. Garry the gopher was dead. Head Smash Buffalo Jump now has a new meaning...and it has nothing to do with buffalo.
OK, moving right along now. Once we found out we had to PAY to get in (oh yes...I am cheap) we decided to turn around and get back to the main highway. Generally when you pay to get in somewhere it takes time to look at everything. We didn't have a lot of spare time. As we neared Lethbridge Lindsay was ooo ing at the cliffs and bluffs. She saw some red rocks lining one of the bluffs and matter-of-factly informed everyone that the rocks were covered in buffalo blood. AHEM...cough, cough... Why must my children be so morbid. Gopher guts, buffalo blood...
At noon we were at the Birds of Prey Center located in Coaldale Alberta. As soon as we entered the building Eric and Lindsay were both invited to hold and endangered burrowing owl. Eric especially was STOKED! Since there were no other school groups there that day we received our own special tour. The center takes birds who have been hurt, rehabilitates or fixes them, then sets then free in the wild again. Some birds stay there because there is just no way for them to survive the wild.
One of these birds was Spirit. This was a huge, beautiful golden eagle who was shot several times by a hunter. She was completely blind. Eric loved Spirit. She was perched in a big open dome area with many other birds of prey. each bird had a perch and a leash that was attached to their ankle. We could visit these birds up close with no wire mesh or cage between us.
Paul got to see a vulture up close and I must say...that is an ugly bird. We were told that the reason his head is void of feathers is because as a scavenger, he will stick his head right into a dead animal's carcass and that way he won't get any feathers in his food. Yummy. Paul maintains that the vulture is still his favorite bird.
After our little tour, we watched a flying demonstration with a Harris hawk. Then we were introduced to a great horned owl named Gordon. He was the guy we got to hold. Eric, Lindsay, Paul and I all held him. He was heavy, but definitely beautiful. that is probably what was the coolest thing about the center--they let you get close to the birds--mind you...the guides had a pretty rapt audience. Eric impressed them several times with his knowledge about birds. The caretakers even encouraged him to pursue a job that involved working with birds, telling him there were many opportunities to do so.
I was so impressed with the staff. They took time to answer all our questions. They took time to show us their place and they let us hold the birds. You could see they loved those birds and they wanted to pass that along to others. They really fanned that flame inside Eric and encouraged him to continue to expand his knowledge of birds. They assured my son that if he really wanted to work with birds in the future, there was plenty of work for him in that field. Eric left that place on cloud nine.
We bought as little bag of food for the ducks who felt so obliged to follow us wherever we went. There were at least 50 of them and when they saw we had food they BOOKED it over to us just as fast as they could waddle and swim.
Well, by 2:30 we decided to head to the hotel. The hotel was in Strathmore which meant we had at least 2 hours of driving ahead of us yet. All 4 kids fell asleep and a few hours later we were in our hotel which boasted a pool and a water slide. WIN!!! the kids, energy renewed after their nap, went beserko for a good hour in the pool before we herded them out to go for supper.
After supper it was back to the hotel and I read to the kids, we prayed and we ALL went to sleep by 9. We were all zonked. Besides, with all of us sleeping in 1 room (2 kids on the floor, 2 kids on a queen bed and us in the other queen bed) it would be foolish to expect kids to sleep while the lights were still on and the adults chatting. As a result, everyone had a good night sleep.
By 6:30 we were all up. We showered and enjoyed a very good continental breakfast--bacon, eggs, sausage, cinnamon buns, yogurt, hash browns, toast...you name it. Then off to the zoo.
I know lots of people have been to the Calgary Zoo, so really, there isn't much to tell. i loved how the zoo was divided into continental sections--South America, North America, Africa, etc. I still have to say that North America was my favorite section. i was also very impressed with the displays put up around the zoo. South America was VERY well done, with a building full of lush vegetation. The air felt humid and hot. i realized that by doing so, the Zoo was giving people a real feel for the climate of different areas around the world. We were paying for more than just seeing animals...we were paying to really experience the world at large.
Anyways, we left the zoo at 1. It was getting hot by then and the kids were getting tired. We skipped the penguin exhibit seeing as there was an 45 minute wait. I can't justify waiting that long just to see 1 animal. I'm sure they're cool, but 45 minutes in the warm sun with 4 tired kids waiting in line isn't a wise choice for any parent. I'm glad we left when we did. We were home just after 4 and got to see Courtney (she had a sleep over at her grandparents' house). We chilled at home and all went o bed early.
That was our trip. I'm glad we did it. I've got lots of great pictures and we've made lots of nice memories. Worth it!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Odds and Ends
Here's a hodge podge of different things that have been going on lately. I want to write them down before I forget too many of them. As I sit here, I will share what I am hearing in the background...(1 sec...I have to pull Red Alert off the table). Seth is berating his little sister for cutting his bath short--WAY short. "Courtney...DON"T poop in the bath again! It's GROSS!" Yes, my little girl has fallen into a bad habit. But I digress...
= Lindsay came running inside one day hollering that I had to bring Courtney in RIGHT AWAY! Why you ask? Well, because she saw a Nazi plane...and little black things were falling from it...they were bullets...and they hit a tree...in Spruce Grove... I'd say that pilot was a little behind schedule!
= This past week I got an e-mail from Reformation Heritage Books...they asked me if I would be willing to write a review on a couple of books. I don't know if this is standard or not, but it's the first time I've been asked that by this company. I buy a lot of books from them--both for myself and for the church library. Anyways, I wrote a review for 1 book...it's up for review now and we'll see if they use it or not.
=I had to run errands last Thursday. I took all the kids with me, telling them we had to go to Superstore, the bank, the gas station and the liquor store (for boxes). Seth immediately pipes up, "I LOVE the licorice store!"
= Tomorrow we head out to go to Coaldale for our year end field trip. Why Coaldale you say? My eldest son absolutely loves birds of prey and the Alberta Birds of Prey Sanctuary is located there. On Tuesday we will go to the Calgary Zoo.
= Today Courtney threw a fit because I would not let her walk down the stairs by herself. I hope one she reads this post and realizes the complete absurdity of the situation, cause today she took it awfully serious.
= Lately I have been enjoying a series of lectures delivered by Joel Beeke on Child Rearing/Marriage/Family Living. It's all so practical! I've also been enjoying listening to Dr. David Murray on the catechism.
= I've been reading to the kids about Corrie ten Boom while sitting in the crawl space--their idea, not mine. I must say...reading there brings the book to a whole new light. I do wonder if the content of the book may be a little too heavy for them. It sure brings on a lot of discussion.
= I know there is more I wanted to write, but I can't remember and my brain is fried. I will leave this post as is, taking comfort in the fact that at least I've written a few tidbits of life that's been happening around here. In 40 years from now I won't remember this little stuff and oddly enough, will probably enjoy reading it.
The next post will, Lord willing, talk about our trip.
= Lindsay came running inside one day hollering that I had to bring Courtney in RIGHT AWAY! Why you ask? Well, because she saw a Nazi plane...and little black things were falling from it...they were bullets...and they hit a tree...in Spruce Grove... I'd say that pilot was a little behind schedule!
= This past week I got an e-mail from Reformation Heritage Books...they asked me if I would be willing to write a review on a couple of books. I don't know if this is standard or not, but it's the first time I've been asked that by this company. I buy a lot of books from them--both for myself and for the church library. Anyways, I wrote a review for 1 book...it's up for review now and we'll see if they use it or not.
=I had to run errands last Thursday. I took all the kids with me, telling them we had to go to Superstore, the bank, the gas station and the liquor store (for boxes). Seth immediately pipes up, "I LOVE the licorice store!"
= Tomorrow we head out to go to Coaldale for our year end field trip. Why Coaldale you say? My eldest son absolutely loves birds of prey and the Alberta Birds of Prey Sanctuary is located there. On Tuesday we will go to the Calgary Zoo.
= Today Courtney threw a fit because I would not let her walk down the stairs by herself. I hope one she reads this post and realizes the complete absurdity of the situation, cause today she took it awfully serious.
= Lately I have been enjoying a series of lectures delivered by Joel Beeke on Child Rearing/Marriage/Family Living. It's all so practical! I've also been enjoying listening to Dr. David Murray on the catechism.
= I've been reading to the kids about Corrie ten Boom while sitting in the crawl space--their idea, not mine. I must say...reading there brings the book to a whole new light. I do wonder if the content of the book may be a little too heavy for them. It sure brings on a lot of discussion.
= I know there is more I wanted to write, but I can't remember and my brain is fried. I will leave this post as is, taking comfort in the fact that at least I've written a few tidbits of life that's been happening around here. In 40 years from now I won't remember this little stuff and oddly enough, will probably enjoy reading it.
The next post will, Lord willing, talk about our trip.
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