Desechar Día?

Maybe it's the big green machines or our focus on reduce-reuse-recycle, but my kids are fascinated with Garbage Day.

This morning in the daycare parking lot, Ben looked up and saw a flock of seagulls (no, not the 80s hair band).

"Is today Garbage Day?"

"Not for us."

He looked disappointed.

"But I'm sure it's Garbage Day somewhere."

He smiled at the thought. "Yeah, maybe in Brazil!"

huh?

To find out if it's your luck day, visit: www.stjohns.ca/cityservices/garbage

Procrastination

Question: What's the quickest way to get laundry done in our house?
Answer: Tell me to sit down and WRITE!

I've pretty much mastered procrastination but I'm hoping 2008 is the year of artificial deadlines where I can get back to writing. So maybe, one day -- I will write that novel. In the meantime, while I'm putting it off, I can laugh at this:

Downward Dog

My last yoga class was in the spring 2003. I was 9 months pregnant, round and flexible. I was getting $7 pre-natal massages at Sutherland Chan school; napping in the afternoons, caffeine-free and eating 6 little meals. The picture of health.

Nearly 5 years later, with stubborn baby pounds still on board and a sleep pattern I can only describe as "disturbed", I took up yoga again.

It's part of a new year plan (not resolution) to find some "me" time.

What can I say -- I walked in not being able to touch my toes and within an hour I was placing my palms flat on the floor. Here's to stretching the body and the mind. Let's see how I feel tomorrow!

Growing Family

This morning Ben crawled in bed next to me, slid his arms around me neck and asked:

"Mama, when are you going to have another baby?"

Pretty hardcore for 6am.

"Ummm...well...don't you like the size of our family?"

"Four is not enough people."

"How many would you like?" I tried to catch the words before they tumbled out of my mouth. Too late.

"3 would be good."

Parenting is like the weather in Newfoundland...

...if you wait a few minutes it will change.

That's the best advice I was ever given.

Getting Dressed

Part of letting them become independent means letting them dress themselves. And part of letting them dress themselves means...well, turning a colour blind eye to teal blue sparkle summer pants paired with ratty Canada Day shirts. It means ignoring grey sweatpants with holes matched with sleeveless tie-dyed yellow dinosaur shirts.

I'm no fashion plate, but seeing them walk out of the house in the morning like streels is tough. That said, with PL on the road its important that Ben & FG help Mama out in the morning.