Monthly archive for November 2015

Growing pains

Jurassic Farm

Jurassic Farm

One day last week, Mike came home from work and I managed to go in and out of the kitchen a few times without noticing the beautiful flowers he had brought home for me (he had to actually point them out to me, and commented that I wasn’t very observant). The next day I dyed my hair purple (technically it is “black plum” and it’s not PURPLE-purple, although it was definitely different than the light brown it has been for many months) and he didn’t notice for almost 24 hours, until we were standing under the very bright lights of a church gymnasium at his company’s kids’ Christmas party. Possibly we are both a little distracted lately.

I posted about this a bit on Facebook, but I feel like discussing it further here, because it is troubling me a little bit. Ellie is doing so great with school, enjoying it and really flourishing, but she’s also figured out how to lie (thankfully she is only 4 so she is really not very good at it yet) and how to talk back to her parents in a way I naively didn’t expect for a few more years. It’s a very strange feeling to go from having her at home with me, to sending her out into the world where she will be influenced by a whole host of people, most of whom I don’t know. She’s changing! And I would say “right before my very eyes” but I don’t even get to see it happen. Which is fine! It’s normal! It’s expected! But it’s hard.

I understand this is just her growing and learning and asserting her independence, but sometimes I wonder what happened to my polite, respectful little girl. I’m so bewildered by this that it’s almost as if I thought you could do a whole bunch of excellent parenting and then rest on your laurels for a while, enjoying the fruit of your labours. Only no, parenting requires CONSTANT VIGILANCE. But then, there are little flashes that we are doing something right, even if we’re not doing everything right — yesterday after school she gave her friend a hug and said, “I love you, Emma!” — and I wonder if the growing pains are mostly mine, not hers.

This morning while we were walking to school, Ellie said rather enthusiastically, “The snow is all melting! I think it’s SPRING!” And if you ask Zach what is all over his face, he will cheerfully respond every single time, “Chocolate cake!” even though I can’t remember the last time we had chocolate cake in the house. The children, they are optimists.

Pardon?

Sick day supplies

Sick day supplies

It is fall! The season that would absolutely be my favourite season if not for its inevitable terrible slide into winter! The leaves are a beautiful colour, the air is fresh and crisp, my hair is no longer embiggened by the humidity, our house is full of fun-sized candy bars, I’m Pinteresting soup recipes like it’s my job, and my children are once again turning our house into some sort of science experiment. The germs, they have overtaken us. There is a plague upon our house. I lost my voice for several days last week, which resulted in a lot of this:

Me: (something witty and insightful)

Mike: Pardon?

Me: (witty thing again, embellished to be even funnier)

Mike: I still didn’t catch that.

Me: NEVER MIND.

Mike: Pardon?

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Me: Ellie, one more minute until it’s time to put on your stuff and go to school.

Ellie: What did you say, Mommy?

Me: I said it’s one more minute until it’s time to put on your stuff and go to school.

Ellie: What did you say, Mommy?

Me: I said it’s one more minute until it’s time to put on your stuff and go to school.

Ellie: WHAT did you SAY, Mommy?

Me: I said we’re late for school. Come on.

I ended up in the ER yesterday evening for some pretty serious ear pain (and felt silly the whole time, because clearly ear pain is not an EMERGENCY, per se, but our doctor’s office gets in trouble with the government if we visit walk-in clinics because they’re supposed to be available to us at all times, so when they’re not available to us we’re supposed to go to the ER, which seems like an odd solution to that problem, but whatever) and he sent me home with some Tylenol 3s and instructions to see my family doctor when my eardrums rupture. But! I am feeling much better today, so hopefully the rupture isn’t as inevitable as he made it seem. Anyway, I am in the market for a sorcerer or enchantress or homeopath to cast some sort of protection spell around our house. Any of you know anyone?

I also had an optometrist appointment last week, and when I asked about getting my eyes lasered, she said with my terrible prescription it will likely cost upwards of $5,000. Then she said that for the two days after the surgery (maybe more) I would have to lie quietly in bed by myself to recover, and I think $5,000 for two days of (doctor-ordered!) peace and quiet seems quite reasonable.

One day last week when I was walking Luna, another dog just appeared out of nowhere and joined us on our walk. I let the dogs sniff each other, then pulled Luna along, thinking the other dog would likely turn around at some point and go home. We repeated that a few times, until I started to wonder if he was a lost dog and panicked a bit about what to do (maybe he doesn’t HAVE a home! or maybe he has a home but he doesn’t know where it is! should I take a picture? post on our town’s Facebook page? bring him home with me?). After another 100 metres or so, he peeled off from us and Luna and I followed him as he headed home to rejoin his elderly owner, who was out vacuuming her front porch (I … don’t know) and who didn’t seem at all concerned that her dog had gone missing for 10 minutes. Part of me is irritated that he wasn’t on a leash (tie up your dogs, people!) and part of me heartily enjoyed that this dog saw us and thought, “Walk? I could go for a walk.”