Another weekend gone. I've been sick with a head cold and not sleeping well and the kids needed a break, so we just layed low. Keith took them sliding on Saturday, and Sydney worked on her Valentines. Uncle Barry and Papa Bob came for a visit yesterday afternoon for a bit, then we cheffed up a yummy supper (in our opinion not the kids...see below) and put them to bed soon after.
This is happening too fast.
A friend of ours needed a lift home from the hospital yesterday from another check up on his eye after his Jack Russel scratched his cornea. He called just as Keith and I finished dinner and we were right in the middle of the usual end of supper "But I don't like _______...but I want dessert!!!" whines. Cameron hardly touched anything and of course as soon as there is anything mention of dessert, he tosses his plate. I won rock-scissors-paper, and got to bundle up like an eskimo and go out and chip off all the ice off the windows, free the windshield wipers from their icy grip to glass, brush off all the snow that ended up swirling around me, and then drive in to the city in a cold van with just enough frost off to see through the windows. I was just about there when this song "You're Gonna Miss This" by Trace Adkins came on the radio. I think I had icecycles forming in the corner of my eyes. Imagine that...someone wrote a song about me.
The kid's got an extra cuddle last night.
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