|Rose reading, given we had to move much of their room into ours for the sake of painting|
Why do we fall sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.
Although it feels a bit selfish to suggest anything along those lines. I am not the one sick.
When Aoife saw it, a yell we could hear through the house: I LOVE IT!
And I'm sure you've already seen my report on December 28th reading at the Carleton Tavern, our annual Peter F. Yacht Club Christmas party/reading/regatta?
And you saw last year's Christmas post, with accompanying children-elf-Christmas-card pictures?
This year, for the weekend prior to Christmas, we did our usual Montebello jaunt with father in law and his wife, heading the hour or so east into Quebec for our young ladies to run around and to run around (this is where we were as our handyman painted the girls' room and put together said bunk beds).
We also managed to catch that new Star Wars flick, just before the school break; we'd scheduled for noon on the last Friday of school, but Aoife home sick (fortunately, mother-in-law was able to watch her while we went to see it, home in just enough time to collect Rose from school).
Michael Blouin and his family, quite randomly. There for a few days as well.
The young ladies spent some goodly time, and we were even allowed a solo dinner, once the children were fed, and Aoife asleep (father in law watched a sleeping Aoife in our room, and Teri kept Rose, who was wired for some reason; Rose decided she was staying the night in their room, which was fine).
We even wandered outside for a while, including through the curling rink, where Blouin had been for a bit. Should we attempt this next year?
And then we home without incident (which is always nice).
|father sorting his mail (and breathing), Christine knitting, Rose colouring and Huey the dog clamouring for attention|
It did feel as though the young ladies were in constant motion.
I told the girls they had it lucky: when we were young, Kathy and I not only had to wait for him to come in from the morning milking, but then for him to eat breakfast, before we were allowed into the living room. It was the only time we were allowed down the back stairs (from the master bedroom down to the kitchen). And he always took forever.