Tags: kids

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Strudel Drama

Last time we went grocery shopping, those toaster strudels with the frosting and the fruit filling were on sale. The kids love them, so we picked some up. They come six to a box, and there are five of us, so they wind up being a special treat, a one-day breakfast that only happens after payday.

Yesterday morning the kids had their strudel breakfast. The older two finished theirs quickly before they had to start getting ready for school, which actually takes quite some time since it's gotten so cold out here. Boots, snowpants, scarves, mittens, hats... all these things take time, especially when you're a five-year-old who likes to dawdle. Since my youngest is only 18 months, she more or less meanders happily while the others get ready until someone (usually my husband) grabs her and starts shoving her into her own winter gear. Yesterday this process involved taking the remains of her strudel from her, since having a scarf over her mouth and mittens over her hands kind of impedes the eating process. She cried, not understanding why this yummy treat was being taken from her, and sulked while she was bundled up in warm clothes.

Once she and I got home after dropping the older two off at school, I went to the kitchen table to find the rest of her strudel so she could finish it off. Not seeing it, I gave the husband a call.

Me: Did you eat the rest of the baby's strudel?
Him: Yes. Yes, I did.
Me: But... it was the baby's strudel!
Him: There were two bites left!
Me: So what you're saying is you took the strudel away from the baby, made her cry, and then ate it yourself?

He started laughing, that laugh when you know you're not supposed to be laughing but you can't help it. "Man, I'm a jerk."

This morning, I woke up to find the little one got the sixth and last strudel for breakfast while everyone else had toast. I am so very amused.

Too much is never enough when it's chocolate

This weekend was Chocolatefest at the Forks.

For the non-locals (which is, I think, everyone likely to read this), the Forks is where the two rivers, Red and Assiniboine, meet and merge into one. The city was built up around that spot back when water was the quickest and easiest way to travel, so it's right at the heart of the city and there's a lot there, most notably the market. If someone says they're going to the Forks, they mean the Forks market, which is stuffed full of unique shops, many local and many importing fair trade goodies from other parts of the world.

Once a year they run Chocolatefest, and last year we missed it. The husband and I saw an ad for it last week and I said "ooh, we have to go this time. I'll bet the kids would love it."

It was really neat. They sell a 5$ "passport" which lists all the participating vendors, and in the middle of the market they had chocolate fingerpainting and an enormous chocolate fountain set up. There were 25 or so vendors involved, and for each one, you'd take your passport there and they'd make a check next to their name and give you a sample of some chocolate something-or-other, mostly food related but not always. One store gave out chocolate scented incense, for example, and another gave out chocolate scented bath oil. Surprisingly, the chocolate chili was my favourite.

The kids thought it was great and buzzed on the sugar high all afternoon. I, on the other hand, am pretty sure I gained five pounds just from those two hours. That's still not enough to dissuade me from going next year, though.
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Getting Used to It

Now that I have a four-week-old, people have been asking all sorts of interesting questions. How am I feeling? (I'm fine, it's been a month, and I'm back to normal, thanks.) How does she sleep? (Like a baby. Which means we have good nights and bad nights.) Are we getting used to having a baby? (Um... what?)

I honestly don't understand this last question. This is my third child, so it's pretty safe to assume I know my way around a baby. I mean, I haven't killed the other two yet, so I must be doing something right. Also, it's not like someone randomly shoved an unexpected kid into my home. I've had 9 months to prepare for this thing, physically, mentally, and emotionally. What exactly is there to get used to at this point? I'm puzzled. It's not like she's some wacky new neighbour who likes to try out his antics in my living room. Are you talking about a "routine?" Believe me, nobody gets used to getting up every 2-3 hours to feed the bottomless pit that is a newborn baby's stomach. You deal with it out of necessity until the kid is able to sleep through the nights and then say a fervent prayer of thanks (regardless of religious beliefs or lack thereof) that you can get a solid block of sleep. But it's something we knew about beforehand, so we were prepared for it.

I'm just sayin'.


Baby #3 is here. Keira might be the runt of the litter, but she hasn't let that stop her from attempting global takeover. The hospital stay was long, but we were sent home Sunday afternoon and everyone is healthy and happy to be home.

love letter

I'm a little random sometimes.

I've had a number of people ask what things we need for this impending baby, which is lovely and thoughtful and I'm grateful to have people who care enough to ask. The truth is, though, that this is the third baby and so most of the essentials we already have. Purchases for this little girl will be pretty minimal, just a couple of things that have worn out or that really need to be bought for each child individually.

I'm a visual person, though, and it helps me keep track of what I need and what I have if I have something to look at. So if you're the kind of person who just loves to shop for babies and will take any excuse you can get, here be my list. Please don't feel obligated; as I say, it's a very short list and this baby's not scheduled to arrive until July.

Also, I'm very much appreciating the (comparatively) warm weather we're having right now. I accept your apology for last year's snowfall in late May, Mother Nature.

9am is a stupid time to start school

So I'm thinking I don't like this school in the morning thing. They should all work around my natural (read: nocturnal) schedule so I don't have to get up before the crack of noon. The kids don't need daylight, they have electricity.