Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Ok, it's been a little while, but I have to share this...

Lucy is at the point where once a day, she needs to express that she is upset that she's not in charge.  It's usually a meltdown over some inconsequential thing.  When we're at home, it's easy enough to deal with.  Leave her alone to calm down, or put her in her room if she's wound up.  However, when we're out and about that's not always an option.  If she has a fit of the screaming meanies when I'm buckling her into her car seat, I still need to buckle her in.

Anyway, the day before yesterday we were visiting with my sister's family who were visiting from Britain.  My brother hosted brunch down in Westboro.  It was time to leave, and Lucy decided she didn't want to go.  My sister Fiona was with me, and helped me get the girls loaded in the car.  Lucy lost it when I was putting her in the car, yelling "I want to get out" over and over again.  Rebecca often gets a little upset when Lucy is screaming herself hoarse, and had her hands over her ears.  As we rolled away, Rebecca decided to try to placate Lucy by giving her little sister her blanket and Cabbage Patch doll.

"I don't want my blankie.  It's not my blankie, it's YOUR blankie now Rebecca!"  (Understand that this blankie is what Lucy uses to get to sleep every night, drags along with her throughout the day and is probably her best friend)

I chuckled at this.  Then I heard:

"I don't want the baby anymore.  No more baby.  It's your baby Rebecca.  Get the baby off of me."  At which point in the passenger side rear view mirror I see a doll in a fuzzy pink snowsuit get chucked out the window of the car.

I laugh.  Rebecca is bawling.  My sister Fiona is puzzled, looks in the mirror and sees something bouncing off the road and has a moment of terror thinking that Lucy somehow slipped her seatbelts and got out of the car.

Anyway, we went back and picked up the baby, and as normal, after another 5 or so minutes, Lucy was tuckered out and was reduced to sobbing gently.  After that, she always wants big cuddles and apologizes for yelling.

That girl, she's 98% absolutely adorable.  2% rage.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Sugar bush visit and 3rd birthday!

Couple little updates.  We decided this spring that we had to go to a sugar bush and see some maple syrup production.  We went for breakfast, some playing around in the park, a little walking through the bush and a hay ride.

Rebecca got her face painted, which was probably the biggest deal about the whole thing:

Next up:  Lucy's third birthday.  Man, time flies...  Had some grandparents cousins and aunts and uncles there.  Much merriment to be had by all:

Monday, February 28, 2011

What to say and how

I had a grand total of two history classes during the course of my education. The first was in junior high and began with australopithecus and ended with the Second World War. The second was in high school - the history of Qu├ębec and Canada which did venture into the modern age but was decidedly narrow in its scope. Anything else I know about history (and Canadian history in particular), is a result of personal study or exposure to things like Heritage minutes. I suppose this is a consequence of pursuing a degree in life sciences. If only our fields of study stayed broader longer... At any rate, when it comes to the Famous Five, I'll admit to knowing next to nothing (beyond those Heritage minutes which I'm told have some inherent problems). My daughters have been exposed to the concept of suffrage via Mary Poppins, which is to say, only at the most basic level. The question is - what do you say about the Famous Five to your five-year old? Obviously, you say the good stuff in simplified terms but do you qualify the statements? Do you launch into a discussion of whether the ends justify the means? Until my sister illuminated me, I was completely unaware of the controversy surrounding some of the members of the Famous Five. I had accepted information presented to me at face value, with none of the rigour or analysis I would have employed when receiving data in a "scientific" context. Bad on me. Still, I feel ill-equipped to determine what I should do with my mixed feelings on this issue. Advancing the feminist cause - definitely laudable. Doing so in a potentially racist way... yikes. I don't think I want to have this conversation with my daughter and yet - I don't want to give her sanitized information either.
As a parent, there are many times when I have to navigate a tricky conversation with my daughter. Sometimes I do a good job, and sometimes I do not. Certainly, this issue has not proven as fraught with opportunities to truly mess up as in conversations on mortality, however, like most parents, I want to do right by my children and impart a certain set of values along the way - no matter the topic.
I think in the end, I will tell her that it's not just what you say and do that's important, but also how (a concept that should already be familiar). Maybe that's enough detail for now. After all, it's that very idea that has made me struggle over this issue in the first place.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Where's Daddy sheep?

Lucy was playing with a small plastic Fisher Price sheep and a giant stuffed sheep. She was making voices for both sheep. The big sheep was the Mommy sheep and the little sheep was the baby sheep. Baby sheep said "Where is my Daddy?". Mommy sheep said "He's at Bushtukah".

Monday, September 20, 2010

First household infection of the year

By the end of her first week back at school, Rebecca had brought back a cold and shared it with Lucy and I.  Mom so far seems unaffected.

I called this morning to see if I should keep her home.  They said if she wasn't feverish or coughing badly to send her on in.  "If kids stayed home every time they were sniffly a few students would never come to school."  Seems practical enough.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

New Tricks

Trick #1:  "Look Daddy, I can have one eye open and one eye closed!"  "That's called winking honey."

Trick #2:  Maori tattoos for their baby dolls.  Rebecca and Lucy discovered a permanent marker hidden among some odds and ends on the dishwasher.  They decided that scribbling all over their dolls (one of which is Lucy's required bedtime companion) in black marker.  It was later determined that they were marked around the back of the neck to "protect them from predators".  They were also given "polish" on their feet.  Assorted scribbles on their heads and bodies remain unexplained.

We've done some internet research to see if it's possible to remove the markings.  We may be in the market for replacements.

Perhaps we'll take pictures first.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Sisters help each other

Was taking care of dishes yesterday after dinner.  Rebecca and Lucy were playing well together for a little while, then I heard sounds of conflict.  Rebecca was opening and closing a door and Lucy was getting quite upset.  I told Rebecca to let Lucy in.

A couple minutes later Rebecca came up and said:
"Lucy's bum is all stinky and messy.  I tried to wipe it but I couldn't do it."


Check the bathroom.  As I suspected, there was a poopy toddler, poopy potty seat, poopy pull up in the bath tub, a couple of errant poops on the floor and a little other assorted mess.

Obviously I couldn't be angry, as Lucy was just trying to be independent and Rebecca was just trying to help, but I had to try to explain that Lucy needs the help of an adult if she's going to be using the potty.