The girls had an extra-special playdate yesterday. Noah’s parents’ billeted Watoto kids came over for a couple hours and had a total blast. The girls asked over and over and over, “Are the Watoto kids here yet? When are they coming? Are they almost here? WHY AREN’T THEY HERE YET?” All four girls went straight out to the trampoline and giggled and giggled.

Preston, Sharon, Maria, Liliana, Kaylie

When they were done, they tried to ride bikes. The Watoto kids hadn’t ridden bikes before, but they are incredibly curious, energetic, and brave.

It took them a bit to learn how the pedals worked and I pushed each girl on a bike for over half an hour. That doesn’t sound like a long time, but one girl wanted to ride Noah’s bike, which is too big for even me, and I just couldn’t say no to her so I held on to the back of the seat and the handlebar and ran around and around and around the trampoline. I tried to tell the one girl that I was tired (and ready to pass out), but she pointed to the seat and said, “Push!” So push I did. Every once in a while she’d say, “Leave!” and I’d let go and she’d fall over. But she got right back up and wanted to go again. I’m pretty sure that if they’d stayed the entire day, both of them would be riding without training wheels no problem.

Both girls thought Preston was just the greatest. They packed him around and put him on their shoulders and passed him back and forth.

One girl came inside to use the washroom and didn’t go back outside. She was checking things out and discovered an xbox controller. She turned it over and over and pressed all the buttons. Noah turned on the xbox, showed her how it worked, and let her play Kung Fu Panda for a couple minutes. Liliana “helped”, too. “No, that way! Follow the green dot! Press A! No, PRESS A!”

When it was time for the girls to go, both of them ran up to Sue with their index fingers pointing, “One more! One more minute! Two more … five more minutes!” They wanted to go back on the trampoline.

They were allowed to and afterward we went to have dinner at the in-laws’ place.

I’ve seen three or four of the Watoto choirs and they are a blessing every time.

And also, these kids have 4,386 times more energy than I do.

So. Night Three. It … was. Preston went to bed at about 7:30pm, which is kind of late for him, but we were celebrating my father-in-law’s 55th birthday and Preston was enjoying some delicious house plants chocolate cake. Chocolate cake and birthdays are much better than going to bed on time. Presto-puff woke for the first time just after 10pm and I had him back to sleep in his own bed in eight (8!) minutes. I was all happy about it and even tweeted about it. AND THEN I SLAPPED MYSELF ACROSS THE FACE AND TOLD MYSELF NEVER TO BRAG ABOUT SLEEP EVER AGAIN. He was up 10 minutes later and then an hour later and then an hour after that.

I had planned to not feed him until 2am, after two nights of making it to midnight without too much problem, but I changed my mind and decided to move up an hour at a time instead of two. I fed him just after 1am. He was up again at 2:30am. He woke just before 6am and I brought him to bed to nurse him and figured he’d be up for the day but then I woke with a start at 6:45 and realized we’d both fallen back asleep.

The sucky part was that I was feeling crappy and had gone to bed at 8pm and wasn’t able to fall asleep until 1am. Lame-o. So the night kind of sucked, but that’s alright. We’re fighting the good fight.

In other news, I completed all seven seasons of Buffy. In only a couple weeks. ADDICT. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Nathan Fillion made an appearance in the last half of Season 7 and that he was a villain. I’ve never seen him play a villain role (that I can remember) so it was kind of neat. And in the series finale I watched last night they referenced Trogdor the Burninator and that was pretty rad. And also, I might have a crush on Spike.

My phone rang as I was on my way to the church on Thursday night for the Good Friday rehearsal (I did video stuff). I (pulled over and then) answered it. “Who’s this?” said the voice on the other end. “Who’s this?” I asked back. Do not call me (on MY phone) and ask who I am. I AM ME THIS IS MY PHONE. The voice on the other end told me his name and asked if my daughter was there. Kaylie. My daughter Kaylie. THERE WAS A BOY ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE ASKING TO TALK TO MY 10-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER. I told Mr. C that Kaylie was not with me and that I’d tell her that he had called. And then I locked Kaylie in the basement and told her she could come out when she was 21.

Before I got the dreaded phone call, I’d dropped Liliana and Preston off with their Big Papi and Miss Sue. Liliana and I saw the most incredible rainbow on the way to their house. It was bright and we saw it from beginning to end, the entire arc. I told Liliana about Noah and the Ark and about the flood and that the rainbow is God’s promise to us that he will never flood the whole earth ever again. Liliana had one very important question.

“Was there a hole in the ark?”

“No, I do not think so. And if so, it got sealed up. Everyone in the ark was fine.”

“Oh, well that’s good.”

I love the way her mind works.

Today is the first day of the girls’ Spring Break (or Easter Break, whatever) and … it’s not going all that well. Kaylie’s got an Attitude (CAPITAL ‘A’), Liliana’s got a bad life, and the babies have been crying for what feels like all day. They took very short morning naps and decided to do the same to their afternoon naps. They are over-reacting under-slept little boys and I did the horrible parent/babysitter thing this afternoon and turned on The Backyardigans. TV is bad for babies, yes, BUT IT IS GOOD FOR PARENTS AND CAREGIVERS.

That is why, on the Eighth Day, God created Netflix.

I’m coming up for air from my Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon. I have this thing where if I start a TV series, I can’t stop until I finish it. I hadn’t seen a single episode of Buffy until a couple weeks ago, and now I’m hooked. I think I’m on Episode #111. Season 6, I think. I’ve lost track, what with just clicking “next episode” all the time. Thank you, Netflix.

In other, more interesting non-Buffy news, it’s warm here. Spring warm. Going-outside-without-a-sweater warm. Blue sky warm. I-can-see-my-whole-lawn warm. It’s wonderful, is what I’m saying. Kaylie had a friend over on Saturday and all six of us went outside to play soccer/ride bikes/bask in the general loveliness that is grass.

Liliana would spend all her time outside if we let her. She loves and needs to run around. And around and around and around.

This girl has her first wiggly tooth and she is SO excited. She tells me that Kaylie is an adult now because Kaylie just lost her last baby tooth.

See that little thing on his forehead? I did that. With my nail. I always feel so wonderful when I wound one of my children.

Saturday was also my due date with Preston, one year ago. It seems like forever ago, but it also doesn’t feel like an entire year has passed. And also I can’t imagine life without Preston in it. It’s a weird group of feelings.

It’s incredible the difference spring has made with my depression. It’s like a veil has been lifted. I’m hoping this euphoria lasts. It’s quite wonderful to not be plagued by a big black cloud all the time. Running is helping, too. Especially when I find $10 on the ground, like I did on my Saturday morning run.

Spring. SPRING! We actually had an incredible winter, weather-wise, but it was no spring.

I hope it’s been good to you, too.

FaceTime’ing with Dad last weekend

My boy is feeling better today. Hooray! He went a couple days last week with a high fever, eating nothing, just nursing. He whimpered and he was extremely snuggly and sensitive. If someone looked the wrong way at him, he cried. Today is better. He’s eating again and he only cried when his buddy Kesler came near him. My boy has a big personal bubble.

Both girls had Friday off from school. Liliana always has Fridays off, but Kaylie had it off for … something. It seems as though she has at least one day a week off. It sure didn’t feel like, when I was a kid, we had as many days off as she has. Usually on days I don’t have to leave the house, we have a pajama day and don’t do much. This past Friday, however, my friend Chris suggested we hang out and since her son Nathanael (Liliana’s four-year-old friend) was coming with her, I let Kaylie have a play date, too. (Is it still called a play date when kids are 10-going-on-11?)

I’m not really a fan of play dates. I mean, having kids over when their parents are also over is fine, but the kids of people I don’t know? School friends and such? Not a fan. I just … I don’t know what it is. I’d just rather avoid them. Because, as Liliana always tells me, I’m a bad parent. But, I’d rather Kaylie have a friend over than have her go to a place where I don’t know the parents (and I don’t like meeting parents)(I HAVE ISSUES, OKAY?).

Chris and I spent the day baking, and you’d think we’d have had a lot to show by the end of the day, but I ate six muffins and the brownies kind of disappeared and the cookies were just really tasty. It’s all gone already, is what I’m saying. It’s a good thing I made that coffee cake yesterday so I’d have something to eat for breakfast today.

Noah suggested that Chris and I have a girls’ night, so we did. Chris’s husband came for dinner and then took their son home, Noah went to hang out with his mom (and subject her to Centre Ice hockey), and the three of us (I let Kaylie stay up) watched Runaway Bride and ate popcorn and chocolate. Oh, and I fell asleep and stayed asleep through most of the movie. Whoops.

Saturday morning was the usual gymnastics/ballet/Tim Hortons (it kills me that there is no apostrophe in Tim Hortons)(related: I have issues) shenanigans and after lunch we headed to my favorite one-year-old boy’s birthday party. I didn’t pay too much attention to the address on the FB invite and just assumed it was at Kesler’s house. Except nobody was there. So I checked the invite, apologized to my family, and typed the address into google maps. I forgot to put in a teeny tiny letter and we ended up at the wrong house. Again. Whoops. So this time I double AND TRIPLE checked that I had the address right and we showed up at the party an hour late. But we were right on time for cake, so I’ll call it a WIN.

Mr. Kesler will have to share the title of favorite one-year-old boy in 16 days (!!!), so we had to celebrate. Kesler downed his birthday cupcake in record time. It was quite awesome to watch. Especially since I didn’t have to clean him up.

Oh, and Saturday was also the first day of the spring run of 7 Days.

I missed the winter run, so I was looking forward to this one. And here’s Sunday’s shot:

Sunday I went for my first run in three weeks. I let my head/neck/shoulder pain take over the last couple weeks, but through the magic of muscle relaxants, I could finally move again. Woot. It always takes me forever to get my butt out the door to go running. I’m a professional staller/procrastinator. And I’m quite lazy. But, when I get back, I’m always glad I went. And then I fall down dead in my couch groove from the overabundance of physical activity.

We have dinner at the in-laws with Taygan every Sunday evening, and since Sue had just gotten back from vacation a couple days before, we had her, Taygan, and Andrew at our place instead, which means that we had people for dinner twice in three days, which is very weird for us hermits. It gave me an excuse to cook, though, which was quite nice because I haven’t been doing much of that lately.

It’s weird how time just disappears. Every time I turn my back, it’s the weekend again (which is not a bad thing) and then it’s Monday and then the end of March and then HOLY CRAP MY BABY IS ALMOST ONE. I’m way behind on blog reading (sorry about that), there are a bazillion shows piled up on our DVR, and there is some shrimp in my fridge that should really be thrown out already. And both Noah and I went to bed at 8:30 last night. Well, he fell asleep on the couch until 2am and I went to bed intending to go to sleep but fell down a Facebook wormhole and then couldn’t sleep until almost midnight. Lame.

Am I caught up now? Oh, right, here’s my Canadian Family post from last Thursday. It’s about thermometers. Alrighty. I think that’s it now.

Happy Monday!

Noah told me Monday night that we were expected to receive many inches of snow. I didn’t think too much of it, as the weather man is nearly always wrong, but Tuesday morning he called me after his morning Bible study and suggested that the kids and I stay home because the predicted snow did come and the roads were very dangerous. I was on-board completely, and called the girls’ schools to tell them that they would be Wilson-kid free today. While the girls watched the Sound of Music (I lifted Liliana’s TV ban for the morning, as she was very disappointed about missing school), I caught up on photo editing. I’ve been using my Canon a lot more recently, and I sure missed it.

The snow is so pretty. I’m not a big fan of bitterly cold temperatures (which we’ve mostly avoided this year, thankfully) or winter driving, but I am a fan of having lots of snow — it’s so beautiful.

I spent most of Saturday and Sunday switching the girls’ rooms around. I’d had the idea of having one bedroom and one playroom for a while, but was waiting for Kaylie to be on board with it. The girls had been sleeping in the same room anyway, as neither likes to sleep alone. I hadn’t asked Kaylie about it for a couple months, but on Saturday she was excited about it.

Preston “helped” and was stoked to be where he’s usually not allowed.

I didn’t know exactly how I wanted the rooms to look, so I just dove in and hoped for the best. I knew I wanted to have somewhere for Kaylie to put her special things, out of reach of Liliana, and I wanted a place for Liliana’s special things as well. When we lived in the two-bedroom apartment in Regina, I stacked their dressers so that they’d still have space to play. I decided to do the same again, not to save space, but to have a higher shelf for Kaylie.

I moved a bookshelf from Kaylie’s (former) room to the master bedroom, for Noah’s books. I’m all about getting rid of stuff instead of making room for more stuff — except when it comes to books. You can never have took many books. I’m probably going to be one of the last people in the world to get a kindle or nook or whatever kind of digital book reader thingy. I prefer the real thing. I’m pretty sure Noah feels the same way since getting new books is pretty much his favourite thing, so much so that he needs a bookshelf all to himself.

Since there was now space on the living room bookshelf, I moved all the girls’ books out there. I cleaned out Kaylie’s closet and moved all her and Preston’s clothes into Liliana’s closet. Thankfully, the closets in this house are quite spacious, although I really hate the closet doors. They slide back and forth and prevent the closet from being fully open. It’s quite annoying. #FirstWorldProblem #DiamondShoes

Eventually I will move Preston into the kids’ bedroom as well, but not until he sleeps for longer than two-hour stretches. (Something we will be working on during the girls’ Easter break, when I don’t have to be anywhere at any set time.) (And when he isn’t pushing through two molars, like he is right now.)

The girls kept themselves occupied, excitedly watching me switch stuff from room to room.

Liliana had a bunk bed in her room, where she was sleeping on the top bunk. She wanted to switch to the bottom, which was completely fine with Kaylie who wanted the top anyway. We’ve played musical beds many times in the last four years that switching beds wasn’t anything abnormal to them.

Once in a while, the girls exceed my expectations in how well they can get along. Kaylie let Liliana up on her bunk to play and it was huge to Liliana. Even though hours earlier the top bunk had been hers, the fact that it was now Kaylie’s and she was allowed up there totally made Liliana’s day.

I’m mostly done with the rooms, and I’ll post photos when they are completely completed. So far, the room sharing is going well, except that the girls don’t go to sleep until later than usual. The best part is that both rooms have been kept clean all week — the girls have been cleaning up after themselves (with a little prompting). It’s a March Miracle.

I started my new job this past week — carer of Kesler. It’s going really well so far. Mr. K is a mere 20 days older than Mr. P, and they’re nearly identical in regards to milestones. It’s funny how having double the babies makes quadruple the work. It’s fun, though. Kesler is a total ham. The hardest part is getting them to and from the van. In the morning, Kaylie helps me by taking one baby there, and then when we pick her up, she helps by taking one baby back inside. I only have to do it a couple times by myself, and I will not be sad when the boys start walking outside. You try unlocking a vehicle door the old-fashioned way while carrying 25lbs of baby boy on each hip.

They’ve been napping at almost the same time every day, which is pretty rad. Preston’s crib is still in my room, and I set up a pack-n-play for Kesler in the girls’ room — there are two walls and two doors separating them, and so far, they have not woken each other up.

Preston is quite the mama’s boy (just like his daddy) and does not like it when I am holding Kesler. He starts to cry and then crawls or walks over to me to be held, too.

Both girls absolutely love playing with the babies, but Liliana is still working on being gentle. She totally body-slammed Preston today. On purpose. She wasn’t looking to hurt him, but she doesn’t yet understand that babies are BABIES.

I don’t regret for a moment quitting my job(s) to stay home and hang out with babies all day. There is nothing else I’d rather do. Although a day at a poop-free spa might be nice once in a while.

Mid-morning on Tuesday, the snow day, the girls asked to go outside. The wind was still a bit blowy, but I bundled them up tight and sent them out. There’s no way I’m saying no to a kid who wants to play outside (unless it is really unsafe). They’ve been inside so much lately that they need to expel some energy somehow. I went out to take photos of their snow playing, but the snow was up to my knees and I was in capri sweats and winter boots, and, well, I’m a wimp and I didn’t like the feeling of snow coming into my boots. I took a few photos and ran back inside. Had I not a baby who needed looking after, I would have bundled up more and played out there with them. I love huge snowfalls (when I don’t have to leave the house).

They were covered in snow, but so happy when they finally came inside. They had so much fun that they went out again when Noah came home, to “help” him shovel the driveway.

I had a couple birthday cheques I was saving for a new lens and I finally cashed them a bit ago because I finally found a fun affordable lens. (Sorry, family members who finally saw that on their bank statements.)

I got this one from Photojojo. I opened the box from the bottom (the shipping label was on top covered in thick annoying plastic), and out popped a dinosaur. I thought it was odd, and also kind of cool. I didn’t notice until afterward that there was this sticker on the side of the box:

Photojojo is awesome.

Liliana saw the dinosaur when she got home from school and accused me of stealing one of her dinosaurs. I showed her the sticker on the box and tried to get her to say stow-away-asaurus. I’m not sure yet if she believed me or not that I didn’t steal one of her dinosaurs. Oh well. I steal dinosaurs from four-year-olds for kicks.

I even went so far as to take a self-portrait with my fancy new lens, just so that you know that I exist and I’m not making all this stuff up.

Or am I?

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Oh, and if you’re interested, here is my Canadian Family post from this week:
How to Cut Diapering Costs: The Case for Going Cloth
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Liliana’s pre-K class had a parent-involvement reading thingamajig on Tuesday. The email and the newsletter both said to show up at 11:00 and that the kids could not participate unless a parent was present, and since things like this have happened before — her school starting at a different time than usual — I assumed that it meant that Liliana was to show up, with me, at 11:00. So we did. And I was wrong.

I heard about it for the rest of the day. “Mom, I was late and I missed snack and play time and I WAS LATE FOR SCHOOL and why did you make me late for school? I wanted to be on time! And you didn’t bring me on time and I WAS LATE AND I MISSED SNACK!”

My girl is a Guilt Trip Queen.

Anyway, during this parents-have-to-be-there thing, the kids were read to by the librarian, and then they made animal masks, a craft led by a couple nursing students from the university. Liliana received the supplies to make a giraffe mask and asked, upon seeing the completed example mask, what the two little sticks in the middle of the giraffe’s head, between its ears, are called.

The nursing students looked at each other, bewildered, and told Liliana that they were sorry, but they did not know. One of Lili’s teachers tried to look it up in the animal books (we were in the library), but didn’t find anything useful. So I took out my phone and turned to Google.

Those little stick things? They’re called ossicones. They’re not horns, and they’re not antlers. They’re hardened cartilage. Females have a tuft of fur on theirs, males do not. Now you know. You’re welcome.

When I picked Liliana up from school today, Kaylie was with me. Liliana was telling Kaylie about her school day and showed Kaylie the giraffe mask that was now dry and ready to send home. Liliana asked me to tell Kaylie what the horn-things were called so I told her. She asked a couple questions about them and then said in a bewildered and impressed tone, “You sure know a lot about giraffes!”

That’s right. I am a giraffe expert. Ask me anything. I know it all. ALL THE GIRAFFE THINGS.

Today is good, though. Noah, Preston, and I are keeping everything down, Noah’s back at work and got some really good news, and the kids and I are enjoying a day at home, with nothing to do and nowhere to be. Noah is taking tomorrow and Friday off, and we’re gonna enjoy some family time for the last two days of the girls’ February Break. With the crappy week we’ve had (heh.), I’m looking forward to some good times.

When I uploaded the photos from Monday, I found some others on my camera that I’d forgotten about. I’m good like that.

I sold this stroller on the weekend, and this was Preston’s last ride in it, about a week earlier. I loved it, but since I’ll soon have two little boys around, I wanted a double. (I got this one.) I think I’ve mentioned before how much I love Chariots.

Noah and the goobers, on the morning of the Super Bowl. Maybe next year, New England Tom Bradies. Maybe next year.

We woke up to hoar frost a little bit ago and I love it so much. It is the thing about winter that makes me the happiest.

The other day I brought up from the basement the rest of the baby toys (I brought up only a few when Preston was a couple months old). Liliana was stoked about all the “new” toys, and I figured with her memory she’d remember playing with them only two years earlier. Apparently not, and she has spend the last little while thinking they are the coolest toys ever.

Liliana is totally impressing us with her reading skills lately. (Thank you, Super Why!) She’s been able to sound things out for quite a while, but she now started spelling things with the blocks. She sounded out “Preston” all on her own and only got one letter wrong. I’d call that a WIN.

We wanted to fit some sort of family-type activity to do on Monday, being that it was Family Day and all, but Preston was still sick in the morning. By early evening he seemed to be doing all right so we packed everyone up and went to the river to go for a walk and test out the new stroller.

Noah thought it would be really funny to get a close-up of me. But, ha! He missed!

The thing about Liliana is that she does not like to be last. Ever. She’ll yell at you to wait for her, and as soon as she catches up, she’ll zoom right past you, cackling away. And if you leave her behind, she will CALL YOU ON IT. So do not ever be even a step ahead of her. Ever. We’re trying to teach her that she doesn’t always have to be first, and there have been a lot of tears when she earns the consequence of being last. It’s hard being four.

Preston was kind of a wreck by the end of the walk. Poor guy was just not feeling all that wonderful.

The good thing about him, though, is that he can always smile, no matter how crappy he’s feeling.

I was kind of nervous as to how Liliana would react to the dentist, as she’s got some weird fears, like running water and the bathtub drain and the vacuum (this one is new). She used to be afraid of her shadow. It terrified her. Literally. But! She did great! I was waiting for her to completely freak out at having someone put something in her mouth, but she didn’t! I forgot to get a photo of her in the chair because I was waiting for the bomb to drop. Nothing like a little pessimism, right?

I was told that both Kaylie and Liliana have perfect teeth, straight and perfectly spaced apart, and that they brush so well they didn’t even need to have their teeth polished. And no cavities. Score!

Kaylie went in first (all by herself!) while Liliana, Preston, and I waited in the waiting room. Liliana talked the receptionist’s ear off while Preston showed off his new walking skills. (Did I mention he took five steps on Tuesday? FIVE! I am so not ready for this, but he is SO happy with himself.)

Kaylie’s appointment lasted only 15 minutes, every second of which Liliana asked if it was her turn yet. I think the receptionist was glad to see us go, although she was so great answering all of Liliana’s questions and being very patient with her. And as usual, I got comments about Preston’s hair color (happens everywhere I go) and surprise at the fact that he is only 10 months old (yes, I know he is a big baby; yes, he was almost 10lbs when he was born; yes, I know he has red hair and YES, I do like it).

When Liliana was finally called in, she was so excited she was vibrating. Some guy held the door open for us when we went into the building (which holds more than just the dentist’s office) and she told him that she was GOING TO THE DENTIST and that she was SO EXCITED. He told her that she was the first person that he had met who was excited about going to the dentist. She had a little bit of a hard time sitting still in the chair, which is to be expected when you are four and you are asked to sit still, but otherwise her appointment was … uneventful. I KNOW!

I called Noah after we left and after I told him how things went he was dumbfounded. He was expecting me to call exasperated and full of anxiety. He was expecting to hear about cavities and tantrums. He didn’t even know what to say to me when I called him in a chipper mood telling him that everything had gone perfectly. I had to ask if he was still there because he was so lost for words.

So, today was a good day. As you can tell. And so was Tuesday. That’s two good days in one week! Which is pretty awesome for someone with depression in the winter. I’m foreseeing more good days coming up as Noah and Kaylie are going to Manitoba this weekend with his mom to see his grandma and I get to spend some time alone with my two youngest goobers. It’s incredible how much the dynamic in our house changes when one kid is gone. And next week the girls are on February Break and we’re heading to Regina for a couple days to hang out with some of my favorite people like Anna and Schmutzie and maybe Kami. (Not that maybe Kami is one of my favorite people (she IS), but maybe I will get to see her.)

And we are more than half-way through February which means that it is almost March which means that it is almost SPRING. Do you know what SPRING will mean? It will mean that winter is OVER.

Things to look forward to. I has ‘em.

Anyway, yesterday was one of the worse days, and then I got a phone call from Kaylie that went something like this:

“Mama, someone brought a real gun to school and it exploded and I’m scared. Can you come get me?”

“WHAT? A GUN?”

“Yea, I want to come home.”

“I’m coming to get you right now.”

“Okay … um … I just have to make sure it’s okay with my teacher that I go home.”

“No, you tell your teacher you’re leaving because I’m your mom and I’m the boss of you and you are coming home.”

“Okay.”

Um, yea, so that was fun. Apparently an 11-year-old Grade 5 boy (THE SAME GRADE AS KAYLIE)(just a different class) brought a gun to school and it went off in his backpack in his locker cubby hook thing. (How is that even possible? Is that just the story they’re going with? That it “went off”?) Apparently he didn’t know that it was loaded. The front page of this morning’s paper had a quote from a police officer which said, “Initially our officers thought he may have taken it as something to show friends.” So that means that he didn’t just take it to show his friends, so WHY did he bring it to school? Nobody was hurt and school went on, although kids were given the option of going home if they wanted to. When I got there, there were cops and a news station outside.

I’m glad she has no school tomorrow (previously scheduled day off) because I’m pretty sure I’d keep her home anyway. I’m not letting myself go into the what-ifs of a kid BRINGING A LOADED GUN TO SCHOOL because they are just horrible, like what if he brought it to the playground and pretended to shoot one of his friends in a “game” and actually shot him or her? What if the gun didn’t hit a metal water bottle in the kid’s backpack, but was aimed out at the kids? WHAT IF? I just can’t think about it. Homeschooling starts on Monday. (I’m kidding.)(Kind of.)

Anyway, on to things that don’t involve guns in my kid’s school.

At Canadian Family: 3 Great Baby Gates for Little Ones on the Move

Daily Flickr Photos:
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On Instagram:
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Me: “Well that’s too bad. Where is she moving?”

Liliana: “I don’t know. Somewhere. Maybe China.”

Me: “Oh really?”

Liliana: “Do we live in Canada?”

Me: “Yes.”

Kaylie: “Canada is the second-biggest country in the world. Russia is the biggest. And the smallest is … Haiti? Philippines? Hawaii?”

Me: “Hawaii is not a country.”

My kids need some geography lessons. Anyway, here’s what else went on this week:

At Canadian Family: A Smart Solution for Little Teethers: The Teethifier

Daily Photos:
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On Instagram:
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