So Lauren asked us why if Adam and Eve (or people) were created on the 7th day, how do they know the exact order God did things in the first 6 days.
We explained that the book of Genesis is a story written by people who were guessing at how God made the world, and that one day probably wasn't one day as we know it, it might actually represent 1000 days, we really didn't know.
She said "oh, so its like a metaphor?"
If this is the kind of question and thinking I am getting at age 8. what is going to happen when she is 16?
She also asked why there were no dinosaurs in the bible...lol!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Anatomy 101
Carter informed me, loudly, at Swiss Chalet the other day that boys have penises and girls don't.
He followed it with "I'm a boy and I have a penis. You're not a boy, mommy, you have angina".
I didn't know I had a heart condition.
Maybe he'll be a doctor....
He followed it with "I'm a boy and I have a penis. You're not a boy, mommy, you have angina".
I didn't know I had a heart condition.
Maybe he'll be a doctor....
Monday, October 24, 2011
BEST DAY EVER!!!!
So Saturday night, with a drive back to North Bay the next day looming ahead...3 of my children had rough nights, keeping mommy awake until 5:00 am. I swear their little internal clocks know that mommy needs her sleep and yet choose to ignore this. Sunday monring I slept in, getting some much needed sleep for the drive, though that had us leaving later than I had hoped. I drove with my parents to London, where we stopped for lunch together, then I went on my way home to North Bay.
Everything was going along just fine until about Gravenhurst. Just before Gravenhurst, a fellow driver, who must have missed the question on the driver's exam about what the lines in the middle of the road are for, started to cross the center line into my lane. To avoid potential collision I moved over a touch, hitting a giant pothole. I mean GIGANTIC pothole. I swear the only reason I didn't get swallowed by said pothole is because I bounced off the roof of the last car that hit said pothole and got swallowed whole. This was quite a jolt, but everything seemed to be fine so I kept driving. BIG, BIG Mistake! 15 minutes later, on the other side of Gravenhurst I blew a tire. It is at this point, I should mention David is not with me! He is in North Bay. I gude the van to the side of the road. Get out and check out the situation. Yep...very flat tire. I am now by myself, with 4 children, on the side of Highway 11 on a Sunday at dinner hour.
I take a moment to decide what to do. I think- surely I can change my tire. I know how. I start to go through the process in my head. Where is the spare? Under our van held on by a wire. Where are the tools? In a compartment accessed through the trunk. How do I lower the tire? I don't know... I look it up in the owner's manual. Can't find how to lower tire, what I do find, however, are two instructions that concern me. 1. Only change tires on a flat surface. I get out of the van. I take a look at the ground... I am on the side of the road, it is not a flat surface, in fact, it was a rather severe incline.
2. Take all people out of the vehicle, as sudden movements by occupants can cause the van to roll off the jack. Do I trust my 4 kids under the age of 8 to stay still while I deal with this? Do I trust them to stay safely at the side of a major highway while I do this? The answer to both of these questions is a resounding NO!!!! Lauren hasn't had a still moment in her life, and Carter has climbed from his seat to the front seat 5 times since I pulled over. There is no way this is going to end well, if I attempt the tire change myself.
So, I call David and ask him to call me a tow truck.
The towing company calls me to find out exactly where I am on the highway. I don't know. I know that I am between Gravenhurst and Bracebridge, going northbound on Highway 11. Other than that nothing. Damn, why did listening to Meet the Robinson's playing on the DVD player have to be so intriguing. Maybe I would have noticed the name of that last turn off!!! The towing company chrages by the kilometre out on the highway. I need to figure this out. I don't want them to have to look for me. Lucky for me, after 10 minutes of describing EVERYTHING in the surrounding area the lady on the phone figures out exactly where I am.
It is at this point Carter tells me he has to pee. I pull him out of the van, let him do his thing on the side of the road, then strap him back in. He then throws up, all over. Nice. I clean him up as best I can and get him strapped back in.
I then get into the van to wait patiently for the tow truck.
Lauren, this whole time, has been giving me a commentary about what is happening in the van, on the highway and in the movie she is watching. She is also throwing out some very useful advice on how I can deal with the situation- like 'mommy, maybe you should get the tire fixed'. I can't handle it any more (I know, mother of the year will not be mine again this year) so I tell her to please be quiet and just watch the movie.
The tow truck arrives. Lauren announces she has to pee. I tell her she has to hold it.
I have to unload the back of my van so the guy can get to the tools to lower my spare. Forgive me, maybe they are unique to each vehicle, but I thought to myself...isn't this why I called you? Don't you have the tools for this??? Anyway, with my luggage strewn on the side of the highway, he begins the process. The guy lowers the wire, but no spare comes down- the spare is stuck. He crawls under my van and has to work on it for 10 minutes to get it loose. Finally. He gets the jack, and tools he needs from his truck, at least he brought something! Then he starts working on removing the tire. Apparently the lugs were too tight and he has trouble getting them off. I will admit, all this makes me feel better about not attempting it myself, because up to this point I was feeling like kind of whimp for not changing my own tire. He gets it done.
Just as I am re-packing the van, Julie tells me she has to go to the bathroom. I tell her to hold it. She says she can't. I say, please- just 10 minutes and we will be at a bathroom. She says ok. She lied. She is also sick and has diarhea. So now, I am at the side of highway 11, by myself with a spare tire on, a kid who has vommitted and a kid who had diarhea. This is when Maya starts crying.
I paste a smile on, pay the tow truck driver, and go on my way.
We stop in Huntsville to pick up supper, they got my order wrong. Why was I not surprised...
Everything was going along just fine until about Gravenhurst. Just before Gravenhurst, a fellow driver, who must have missed the question on the driver's exam about what the lines in the middle of the road are for, started to cross the center line into my lane. To avoid potential collision I moved over a touch, hitting a giant pothole. I mean GIGANTIC pothole. I swear the only reason I didn't get swallowed by said pothole is because I bounced off the roof of the last car that hit said pothole and got swallowed whole. This was quite a jolt, but everything seemed to be fine so I kept driving. BIG, BIG Mistake! 15 minutes later, on the other side of Gravenhurst I blew a tire. It is at this point, I should mention David is not with me! He is in North Bay. I gude the van to the side of the road. Get out and check out the situation. Yep...very flat tire. I am now by myself, with 4 children, on the side of Highway 11 on a Sunday at dinner hour.
I take a moment to decide what to do. I think- surely I can change my tire. I know how. I start to go through the process in my head. Where is the spare? Under our van held on by a wire. Where are the tools? In a compartment accessed through the trunk. How do I lower the tire? I don't know... I look it up in the owner's manual. Can't find how to lower tire, what I do find, however, are two instructions that concern me. 1. Only change tires on a flat surface. I get out of the van. I take a look at the ground... I am on the side of the road, it is not a flat surface, in fact, it was a rather severe incline.
2. Take all people out of the vehicle, as sudden movements by occupants can cause the van to roll off the jack. Do I trust my 4 kids under the age of 8 to stay still while I deal with this? Do I trust them to stay safely at the side of a major highway while I do this? The answer to both of these questions is a resounding NO!!!! Lauren hasn't had a still moment in her life, and Carter has climbed from his seat to the front seat 5 times since I pulled over. There is no way this is going to end well, if I attempt the tire change myself.
So, I call David and ask him to call me a tow truck.
The towing company calls me to find out exactly where I am on the highway. I don't know. I know that I am between Gravenhurst and Bracebridge, going northbound on Highway 11. Other than that nothing. Damn, why did listening to Meet the Robinson's playing on the DVD player have to be so intriguing. Maybe I would have noticed the name of that last turn off!!! The towing company chrages by the kilometre out on the highway. I need to figure this out. I don't want them to have to look for me. Lucky for me, after 10 minutes of describing EVERYTHING in the surrounding area the lady on the phone figures out exactly where I am.
It is at this point Carter tells me he has to pee. I pull him out of the van, let him do his thing on the side of the road, then strap him back in. He then throws up, all over. Nice. I clean him up as best I can and get him strapped back in.
I then get into the van to wait patiently for the tow truck.
Lauren, this whole time, has been giving me a commentary about what is happening in the van, on the highway and in the movie she is watching. She is also throwing out some very useful advice on how I can deal with the situation- like 'mommy, maybe you should get the tire fixed'. I can't handle it any more (I know, mother of the year will not be mine again this year) so I tell her to please be quiet and just watch the movie.
The tow truck arrives. Lauren announces she has to pee. I tell her she has to hold it.
I have to unload the back of my van so the guy can get to the tools to lower my spare. Forgive me, maybe they are unique to each vehicle, but I thought to myself...isn't this why I called you? Don't you have the tools for this??? Anyway, with my luggage strewn on the side of the highway, he begins the process. The guy lowers the wire, but no spare comes down- the spare is stuck. He crawls under my van and has to work on it for 10 minutes to get it loose. Finally. He gets the jack, and tools he needs from his truck, at least he brought something! Then he starts working on removing the tire. Apparently the lugs were too tight and he has trouble getting them off. I will admit, all this makes me feel better about not attempting it myself, because up to this point I was feeling like kind of whimp for not changing my own tire. He gets it done.
Just as I am re-packing the van, Julie tells me she has to go to the bathroom. I tell her to hold it. She says she can't. I say, please- just 10 minutes and we will be at a bathroom. She says ok. She lied. She is also sick and has diarhea. So now, I am at the side of highway 11, by myself with a spare tire on, a kid who has vommitted and a kid who had diarhea. This is when Maya starts crying.
I paste a smile on, pay the tow truck driver, and go on my way.
We stop in Huntsville to pick up supper, they got my order wrong. Why was I not surprised...
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Date Night!
It is said that in order to take care of others you must first take care of yourself. I don't know who actually said that, but it sure sounds good. Anyway, one way that David and I take care of ourselves and our relationship is that we have frequent date nights. Right now, date night is every Thursday night. This year we are trying to choose different and more active dates, rather than just eating out. This past week we got out of the house later than we had hoped so we chose hiking the Cranberry Trail (an easy trail near the town of Callander). It was wonderful, there was no one else there, no cars in the parking lot, no people on the trail, and no one, as far as we could see, in the bog picking cranberries. We hiked up to the lookout and climbed the tower...we reach the top, it is quiet, peaceful and private. So, I turn to David and say- "this would be a really great place to have sex..." as I finish my sentence two people, not 100 yards away stand up from where they were picking cranberries and look right at me. David and I have a good laugh about this...laughing is also good for a relationship!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Lessons in grammar and sentence structure...
So the lesson I learned as a parent today...don't try to write something intelligent sounding while talking to your 3 year old. You then look as if you have the same amount of education in grammar and sentence structure as a 3 year old...just look at my post below...
That, and maybe try to be well rested when typing things for the world to see...I'm sorry to my friends Mindy and Chris S-B for my complete and utter destruction of the english language seen below!
That, and maybe try to be well rested when typing things for the world to see...I'm sorry to my friends Mindy and Chris S-B for my complete and utter destruction of the english language seen below!
Mess, mess, mess!
I have been called super mom more than once this week. I'm unsure why people call me super mom, and I certainly don't feel like super mom, especially when my house tends to look as if the Tazmanian devil lived here too. There is mess everywhere, and it seems that I no sooner get one mess cleaned up and move on to the next that the first mess is back again. So, I have decided to let my neuroticism over a clean house go...people that come to visit are going to have to be aware that we LIVE in our house. Kids make messes, that they don't clean up. Incidents happen to sometimes prevent adults from cleaning up their messes. I am not going to destroy my child's work of art (lego castle, Thomas railway set up, princess puzzle, etc.) just to keep the place perfectly neat for company...and I am certainly not going to give up all my cooking, baking and canning in order to make sure the books on the bookshelf look perfectly neat and tidy. It has taken me a long time to get to this place where my house doesn't have to be perfect to have company...but I am going to embrace it now and go with it! I'm not giving up on cleaning, just perfection... it is actually feels about 'freeing'... now just to tell David about this new bit of freedom!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
First Day...
Carter went to Montessori School for the first time today...I took him to school, he was smiling from ear to ear, almost shaking with the excitement! He walked into the school introduced himself to a few of the other kids as he changed his shoes and put his things away. Then we went in to the large gathering area for circle, where Carter was not shy about announcing his name to the whole group. I was so proud of him and pleased to see that he was embracing this new experience.
He then turned to me and said...'bye mommy- you can go now'. That broke my heart...I left shortly and had a few tears in the van before pulling away...my little boy is growing up, but can't he just miss me a little???
I went to get him at lunch, he spotted me from across the playground and came running...yelling 'mommy, mommy'....then he waved and said good bye to all his new friends, hopped in the van and said...'I had fun at 'dinassori' (his word) school but I happy to see you mommy', bless his heart! I love this kid!!! (and I love that he missed me a little)....is that selfish???
He then turned to me and said...'bye mommy- you can go now'. That broke my heart...I left shortly and had a few tears in the van before pulling away...my little boy is growing up, but can't he just miss me a little???
I went to get him at lunch, he spotted me from across the playground and came running...yelling 'mommy, mommy'....then he waved and said good bye to all his new friends, hopped in the van and said...'I had fun at 'dinassori' (his word) school but I happy to see you mommy', bless his heart! I love this kid!!! (and I love that he missed me a little)....is that selfish???
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