First Day of School: Nursery School

I have felt a little bit sorry for Sarah. She doesn't go to daycare. She doesn't have any children to play with when the twinnies are at school. So Dan and I decided to sign her up for nursery school. She was very excited.

Today was the "big day". Our littlest one started school (2.5 hours twice a week).

Before Sarah and I left for the nursery school, I took Sarah's photo...just like I did when her big sisters went to school last week. Sarah was thrilled with the attention.

At nursery school, Sarah met two little girls that she seemed to like. This pleases me beyond belief. I hope my little girl is happy.

First Day of School: The Second Grade

Take A Pill

The other day, Sarah came into the kitchen as I was taking some penicillin. Thinking that I was sneaking one of the children's Flintstones vitamin, she asked if she could have one of my pills.
I explain to the little cherub that I was taking medicine that would help to make me feel better.

Sarah asked, "Will it make you stop yelling?".

I replied, "No, darling, that is a little blue pill that I am so desperately in need of". I giggled, and then handed her a coveted Flintstones vitamin.

Status Update

A busy month. Business trip to Halifax. A "summit", and various other-work related demands. March Break. The Experimental Farm. St. Patrick's Day Parade. The maple syrup farm. I've been in overdrive.

My New Year's Resolution was to teach the children about the world around them. Each month, we learn about other countries. So far, we've done Scotland, El Salvador, and China. Dan and I have not done a super job, but we've made an attempt.

Also, I have focused on teaching the children about farming. We have already started some cherry tomatoes, normal tomatoes, peppers, cucumber, strawberries, herbs, and pumpkins. I'm a little bit worried. I have lots growing and no where to plant these crops (I already have six flower gardens). I haven't even started the corn! I've decided to worry about that later...

The twinnies got their report cards the other day. I demanded an interview with the teacher, which surprised both Dan and the teacher. Turns out that most parents don't freak out when their children get straight As. Anyway, I went to the interview, and the teacher said that my children were at the top of the class. Brilliant in both language arts and math. Far beyond every other student with their general knowledge. And that they are bored. Perfect. I was just saying that I was running out of things to obsess about...

Oh. And I have one child who is eating weird things. Like the living room tables. And cords. And it's not the littlest child. Sigh.

Winter

I'm loving the weather this "winter". Just today, I saw 17C in the forecast on the weather network.

In February, it was warm enough for the children to go "scootering".

In March, it was cold enough to build a snowman.

We'll probably be at the beach in April. Or we'll be moaning about a blizzard.

Just Three More Years

My brother, Duncan, was a better parent than I was. Even though he had no children of his own, he knew exactly what I was doing wrong, and he always  had some advice (or judgement) to pass along.

Duncan once said to me, "Who is in charge, you or the three year old?!". He thought I was kidding when I said "The three year old". He started into his holier than thou, boring old rant. You know the one. It begins with "When I have children of my own...".

I nod my head, suppress my smile, and look like I give a damn about the Parenting for Dummies by Duncan lecture. I keep telling myself, "My day will come, my day will come".

And it did.

Yesterday.

My brother had a baby girl of his own.

The baby is tiny, and beautiful, and healthy, and perfect. Duncan is in love.

And I'm happy.

Because in three more years, I am going to say to my little brother "Who is in charge, you or the three year old?!". And he will want to punch me, and I will laugh and laugh and laugh!

Picture Perfect (Yeah, Not So Much)

I wanted some photos of Sarah. Nice ones. With her smiling. Sarah didn't feel so inclined...

This was the best I could do:

Although I do love:

I've decided the fault lies with the subject and not with the photographer.