This blog covers the day to day events of our two children, Rebecca and Lucy.
Monday, December 9, 2019
Murdoch fans
The girls and I watch television series together. This is something that happens when all homework has been completed, lunches made, activities finished, and pj's donned (provided it's not too late at night). It's a fun way to relax. While we always invite Greg to join us, he usually declines. One summer we got through all the episodes of Star Trek Voyager. One of our favourites is CBC's Murdoch Mysteries. We've watched it in non-sequential order - starting somewhere in the middle, getting to the most recent episodes, then happily going to the beginning once Netflix saw fit to make all the early seasons accessible. We are almost caught up to where we started, but have now also fallen behind on the most current episodes. Greg and I never had television in the house for the girls when they were little, although we had videos and movies, and they had television exposure at my parents' house. I have never regretted this, although I realize it was not the norm. The only television show that we watch in "real time" is Frankie Drake - another CBC series - which we stream off the CBC website on the nights it airs.
It's startin' to look a lot like christmas
So, I play this game with my friends where one person taps out the beat of a christmas song with their hands and the other people have to guess the song. When the tapper reveals the song, they sing it out loud. I was revealing my song, Last Christmas I gave you my heart~ And the guessers started singing. Normal. Until we all start singing at max volume. The class was dead silent except for a couple whipers from the people beside us, so all anyone could hear was: LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU MY HEART, BUT THE VERY NEXT DAY YOU GAVE IT AWAY. THIS YEAR TO SAVE ME FROM TEARS I'LL GVE IT TO SOMEONE SPECIAL... It was really fun. Note we were doing this in the middle of lunch. And no teacher, not even one, complained about the noise. It was awesome!
Sunday, December 8, 2019
Return of the dino-lover
Hey, everyone! Rebecca here. Last night, we visited this blog for the first time in a while. Though I knew it existed, I didn't know that it had so many posts! To give an introduction, I'm in my early trete and one of my passions is writing. Other than that, I really love drawing, singing, and a few different sports. One thing that never ceases to amaze me is my knack for getting in weird situations, like the time I took the wrong bus, ended up at downtown and met one of my current friends there. I think it would be fun to post things on here and document the mishaps in my life, so it's less of an inside joke with myself, and more like an inside joke with whoever reads these. Maybe it will be a future inside joke with my future self, who knows.
Anyways, I really like writing poetry, so I might end up posting my good poems here when I'm in the mood.
Not too many things have changed since my parents started posting. I'm still dramatic and love dinosaurs, but I have definitely matured since then.
Hope this is enough writing for now!
Anyways, I really like writing poetry, so I might end up posting my good poems here when I'm in the mood.
Not too many things have changed since my parents started posting. I'm still dramatic and love dinosaurs, but I have definitely matured since then.
Hope this is enough writing for now!
Return to the blog
It's been 8 years since I've posted anything to this blog. However, Lucy has convinced me to start writing again. When I read my old posts, I am amazed that I ever found the time to produce them, and I am also amazed by the sheer volume of details that I had forgotten.
I'm not going to try to recap eight years of my life, especially given the fact that the past eight years have been exceptionally eventful.
So here we are - starting anew. I am 43 years old. Rebecca is turning 14 in two days, and is in her first year of high school. Lucy is 11 and in grade 6 (also a new contributor to the blog!). Greg is 42 and has begun working as a flight instructor. I will be making short daily updates.

8 years!
Hello, Lucy writing here!
It's been eight years since the last post, and the last time you checked in on our family I was three and didn't even know my mom had a blog. Actually, I didn't discover she did until this year. Anyways, she has granted me permission to write on here, so you'll get to hear about me and possibly my sister, too.
Where to start? I'm eleven years old. My earliest memory is probably going to the park with my Dad, and pretending to be a baker and make cakes out of sand. My first day of kindergarten, I walked up to the first girl I saw and asked to become friends with her. She's my best friend to this day. In kindergarten, I had a half day, and would only start school at noon. it was like this for all the kids in my class. My dad and I would drop off my mom at work, eat at a diner for breakfast, go to the park, eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch and then he would walk me to my bus stop. We ate at diners so often, that i was friends with the waitress at the diner we most frequently visited. A lot of chocolate chip pancakes and chocolate milk in those days. Tons. In grade two, I met my English teacher Mr. White (I won't say his full name due to privacy reasons.). He was goofy and very kind. However, if you disrespected him, you would be lectured. That barely happened to anyone though. In third grade I had Mr. White again. On the day of my birthday that year, I walked in and said "It's my birthday today!" Mr, White said, "No, it's mine!". Now, I thought he was goofing off, but as it turns out we actually had the same birthday. That year, I had a french teacher that I had in kindergarten. She liked me very much and teased me a lot. Fifth grade I had some trouble with my friends, as they never seemed to take interest in me and never payed attention to me. However, I resolved those problems and felt happier than ever. It also made me much more considerate of people's emotions and feelings. I actually learned quite a bit from it. Fast forward to now. I am in sixth grade, my favorite sport is fencing and as for hobbies, I love anything artistic from dancing to painting. Sadly though I lack confidence in singing and dancing in front of other people and i hope to overcome that at least partially this year.
That's all for now, Lucy.
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.
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.
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