Tuesday, April 22, 2014

We hung out ALL DAY FOR THE WHOLE DAY and it was amazing.

Yesterday was our anniversary AND Joel had the day off and that has never happened in the history of ever. (He worked the old Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday call shifts last week, so Monday was kind of his 'weekend.') We were going to go to the art gallery because that's always open, holidays be damned, but the power went out over half of town, so we couldn't open our garage door to get the car out. LUCKILY WE HAVE BIKES. Remember those? Because I badly didn't want to walk. I haven't been on a bike since October, but it wasn't the worst.


You have to pedal around the protuberance, and your thighs still sort of mash your lower belly on each up-stroke, but anything is better than walking at this point. The power was out at the art gallery, too, but the conservatory doesn't need power because NATURAL LIGHT, so they let us walk around there and sniff their monstrous Easter display.


Eventually the power came back on and we got to check out the exhibits. This is a frog riding a rhino - with a butterfly on its nose - while stabbing a snake.


I need it in my house.

We wound up in the coloring room (as we always do) and Eleanor made Joel draw monsters for her, because she is a tiny dictator.


The afternoon got rull warm so we went to the park and did Park Things


and I can't remember the last time we were at the park for more than an hour and it wasn't an exercise in endurance.


Eleanor needs new shorts; last year's dukes are borderline indecent now.


We went to a tapas bar called Duck Duck Goose for dinner, and had spiced mushrooms,


duck poutine,


and crispy gnocchi,


all of which Eleanor approved of heartily.


We walked around the corner to Calories for dessert, but they were CLOSED, and the Crave Cupcakes and Cookies across the street was closed, too, so we went to the Broadway Diner where Eleanor and I once shared some excellent chili fries.


We'd been hungrier than we thought (and than tapas is really capable of coping with) so we shared a burger, and then each got a slice of disappointment pie.


Even when lemon meringue is awful and clearly from a three-day-old factory box, I still love it. Joel's banana cream pie was straight-up turrrrible but when is it not, really.

Eleanor refuses to be undignified about certain things, and eating is one of them. Sometimes I am like, Child, just get the food into your mouth somehow no one cares how. Joel gave her his plate of crust-crumbs and she was having trouble scooping them but GOD FORBID she just handful them into her mouth. You have to pick them


and put them on the fork


and then you eat. Like a person.


So happy anniversary to us, and happy spending it all together. Eleanor kept insisting that it was her anniversary, too.



Monday, April 21, 2014

Seven and feeling lucky

Seven years ago today Joel and I were not winning any high jump competitions but hey, check out my garter.


This time last year we were living in Calgary and remember how bald Eleanor was in those days?



Sometimes we'd take jaunts to Drumheller with Aunty Boo and Uncle Darren to see the dinosaurs


and sometimes we'd go to BC where Eleanor had constant fever and rash and we were at the clinic like four times because we are never not sick when we go to BC.


And then the Bow River flooded and everyone we know was evacuated except for us.


And then we took a trip to Saskatoon to find a place to live because we were MOVING TO SASKATOON.


Which was too bad because Calgary had a truly amazing zoo


and we had some fantastic friends there. HOWEVER. Saskatoon has amazing festivals.


Many of which are food-based.


And we have a proper house here, with a garage and a garden.


And parks and pools just EVERYWHERE.


And some pretty alright friends here, too.



And we went camping and it was full of sunshine and dirt.


And then we went camping again and it was full of rain and mud and also a weird amount of elk.



And I did the Color Run and armpits are like color magnets.


And Tante Tina came to visit


and Grandma and Grandpa came to visit


and Eleanor took up piracy for an evening


but Joel and I ate all her pirated candy.

And then we visited BC but we missed our Early Morning Flight and had to take a Late Evening Flight and I thought Eleanor would lose her mind but she was actually great that entire trip and didn't get sick until the very last day.


And then it snowed and...just...winter forever.


That was a serious edge Calgary had on Saskatoon, the chinooks and the sudden weeks in January where it'd be 10 degrees out and all the snow would melt and you'd all get a reprieve. This year the only reprieve we got was the MUCH REQUIRED week we spent in Mexico.


Oh yes and also I got pregnant again. As one does. Look how reasonable-sized I am there.

And then we had Christmas and Eleanor turned two


and winter.


SUCH WINTER. So we went to BC where the winter is rainy but habitable.


And then to Edmonton where the winter is equally as bad but there are indoor things to do that we hadn't totally exhausted.


And then it began (slowly) to thaw and we could do things like ice skatering


but the PROCESS of a Saskatoon spring is simultaneously exhilarating and demoralizing. I am more exited than any of you about today's 14 degrees


but it's supposed to snow again on Thursday. And Sunday. MY GARDEN IS GOING TO LIVE ON THE WINDOW SILL FOREVER.

But. Seven years after we promised to always stay married, Joel and I have lived in six cities and made almost two other people, one of whom is amazing and one of whom needs to keep her pointy fetus elbows out of my kidneys, and are (most importantly) still married. Which is not nothing.


Saturday, April 19, 2014

Seriously, though, stop snowing or so help me.

It snowed again on Wednesday


and I am just so. done. A month ago I'd have suited Eleanor up to go play in the park because it was only minus a few degrees, but I just. I cannot. We had the car for the morning so we went to the Fun Factory, which was mostly great


and hilarious


except for the part where Eleanor got slapped in the face on three separate occasions by a little boy not much older than her. By the third time I was like, I don't even know what to do with this (besides hand him a piece of his ass because his mom was nowhere to be seen and kid needed a scolding), but the mom of the girl we were playing with went and found his mom and she took him home. Eleanor had to debrief the situation several dozen times that day over playdough.

What that boy did?

And then what mommy said?


And then what that boy's mommy said?


Because she has no siblings yet, so nobody slaps her ever, and she had to figure the situation out. Now she has to clarify, when we're at toddler gym or the play place at the mall, That boy won't slap me in the face.


Who could slap that face, I ask you.

It blustered on Thursday, and then snowed hard(ish) all day Friday.  Joel was post-call and home all day and we kept looking out the window going, Still coming down, hey? Look at it go. Between the weather and this pregnancy I am seriously losing my damn mind, so we went to the mall. Mostly because I wanted to go to Target, but then hey, impromptu petting zoo.


And face painting.


We had the world's worst face painter. Eleanor is supposed to be a fish. I think she knew she'd gotten swindled because at the end she was like, And I would also like two bumblebees. So she was a fish with a bumblebee in each cul-de-sac.

The Easter Bunny was making an appearance that afternoon, so we came back after a nap to wait in line for 45 minutes. The mom in front of us was like, The things we do for our toddlers, and they don't even care, we're just doing it for the cute picture. And I was like, Oh, Eleanor cares.


Is that really you, Easter Bunny? Never let me go.


She was talking to him for a while and when she got down, I asked her what she'd been telling him. I told him to jump and boing, she says, but he is just a sitting bunny. For sitting.

Joel was on call again today, but we had Eastery things to do. We made paska, which you have to start literally first thing in the morning.


And then we combined the egg-dyeing kits from both of Eleanor's grandmas into one SuperKit. First you dye them,


then you look at them smugly,


then you dab at them with ink and sponges (you can't hear her, but she's saying 'dab dab dab' because Eleanor cannot do a thing without also narrating that thing),


THEN you take a break to add flour and things to your paska sponge (and also your counter),


then you add stickers to your eggs,


and when Eleanor 'does some stickering' she likes to do it vertically


and I'm always like, Put some more stickers in the empty space, Eleanor, but today I'm listening to her while she's putting stickers upon stickers and she's all, I need a bumblebee for this flower,


and this bunny need a carrot, and THIS bunny need a carrot


so that put me in MY place. Anyway, after the stickers you're kind of out of things to do with your eggs besides look at them


and pout over the broken one


and then eat them.


Eleanor doesn't get to jazzed about eggs, generally, but she insisted we each eat two of these. While she napped, I 'hid' her eggs (not the decorated ones, plastic ones. For hiding. Try to keep up) around the living room


but not out of sight, because she's two.


I kind of want to throw her an Easter Egg Hunt every day.


Only three of the eggs had chocolate, and the rest just little gewgaws, like this bracelet from a kinder egg my mom sent ages ago. Eleanor called it 'a TIME bracelet,' by which she meant a watch, and once she put it on she kept hollering 'TIIIIIIME! TIIIIIIIIIME!' at it.


By then, our paska dough was ready to be rolled and baked, and while I was making beautiful smooth buns, Eleanor made these craggy messes that turned out MUCH MORE DELICIOUSLY for purposes of icing catchery.


Next year she rolls all the balls. She's already my Designated Sprinkler.


I won't tell you whether we just had paska for dinner


but yes, we did.


And then the sun came out, after a long, overcast day, so even though it was bedtime we put on our rainsuit over our jammies and went to do some stomping.