Yep, another winter storm is headed our way. A weatherman called it "The Snow Maker" today. Up to 40 centimetres, potentially. Which would ordinarily delight me, as I could sit cozily inside my house with my family, drink hot chocolate, and say things like, "Wow, look at that snow! It's really coming down out there! Sure glad we're inside!"
Except that we are supposed to be flying to Portugal tomorrow. And we are certain to be delayed. The Weather Network is providing helpful tips to parents stranded at the airport with young children. That's a bad sign.
Spills' spirits refuse to be dampened, though. She has not stopped talking since she got up this morning. And we're not sure exactly when she got up. I was in the kitchen quietly humming "Twist and Shout" while making my lunch, quite sure she was fast asleep.
Me: Well, shake it up baby now
Unseen Echo on the Landing: [Very softly] Shake it up baby
Me: [surprised, but flexible] Twist and shout
Echo: [Gaining momentum] Twist and shout
Me: Come on come on come on come on baby now
Echo: [with gusto, dancing into view down the stairs resplendent in her red flannels] Come on baby, come on and WORK IT ON OUT! WORK IT ON OUT! WORK IT ON OU-OU-OU-OUT!!!!!!
....You get the idea. Man, it's going to be a long night tomorrow.
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Friday, March 7, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Some Warmth amid the Cold
It was the mother of all rotten drives home tonight. The snow hit out of nowhere, and the roads got greasy beyond all expectations. Even the tailgaters backed off. And the huge Mac trucks crawled along, trying to stay in their lane. There's nothing more fun than wondering if the mac truck coming toward you is completely in control or not.
And I should have felt absolutely horrible. But, you know, I've been nursing a very happy little secret for a couple of days, and it has really helped to colour the bleak world around me.
And what is that secret, you ask? You'll never guess. Okay, I'll tell you. This week, completely out of the blue, I received a couple of very special emails. And they came from someone I never expected in a million years to be emailing me. And who do you think it was?
Sanjaya's mother!!!
And I am touched beyond words at the kindness she has shown toward my Spilly. The child has been on a bender ever since. And so have I, feeling like I'm in the twilight zone. I really can honestly say I never expected to be typing, "So how's Sanjaya doing these days?" and to be receiving an answer...
Spilly is particularly delighted at the fact that "Sanjaya's Mommy" mentioned she would like to hear Spilly sing. Spills' immediate can-do response was, "Then let's make a recording for her RIGHT AWAY."
"Maybe later," I said.
A lot later.
And I should have felt absolutely horrible. But, you know, I've been nursing a very happy little secret for a couple of days, and it has really helped to colour the bleak world around me.
And what is that secret, you ask? You'll never guess. Okay, I'll tell you. This week, completely out of the blue, I received a couple of very special emails. And they came from someone I never expected in a million years to be emailing me. And who do you think it was?
Sanjaya's mother!!!
And I am touched beyond words at the kindness she has shown toward my Spilly. The child has been on a bender ever since. And so have I, feeling like I'm in the twilight zone. I really can honestly say I never expected to be typing, "So how's Sanjaya doing these days?" and to be receiving an answer...
Spilly is particularly delighted at the fact that "Sanjaya's Mommy" mentioned she would like to hear Spilly sing. Spills' immediate can-do response was, "Then let's make a recording for her RIGHT AWAY."
"Maybe later," I said.
A lot later.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Anticipation
Well, there's yet another snow storm forecast to come our way tomorrow. Seems like there have been nothing but storms all winter.
And on nights like these, when I'm watching the weather report with interest, I realize how lucky I am. As a teacher, I know that if the freezing rain gets too bad in the morning, I won't be asked to get into my car and slither along icy roads to school, heart in my mouth. Able to sleep in, I can look forward to Spills waking up on her own and slipping into our bedroom. She'll whisper, "Mommy, I'm awake!" and crawl in beside me, warm and flannel-y. She'll probably demand a back rub with fingernails. And she and I will have a day of reading and snuggling and lip syncing to anything that appeals to us. Probably we'll bake something. Maybe we'll string some beads. Definitely there will be something nice for lunch.
And if I'm really lucky, maybe sometime during the long, lazy storm, she'll do a repeat performance of her latest gem, a Sanjaya-heavy rendition of "Girl, you really got me now...." in which "Girl" is replaced by "Mommy." The last line goes, "You're my kind of Mooooommmmmmmmy." (The first time she sang it, though, the last part of the "Mommy" was obscured by an involuntary belch, and peals of laughter.)
Yes, I do love it when the snowflakes begin to fall, because it means I steal a few extra hours with insanity chick. Now, all we have to hope is that ENOUGH flakes fall.
And on nights like these, when I'm watching the weather report with interest, I realize how lucky I am. As a teacher, I know that if the freezing rain gets too bad in the morning, I won't be asked to get into my car and slither along icy roads to school, heart in my mouth. Able to sleep in, I can look forward to Spills waking up on her own and slipping into our bedroom. She'll whisper, "Mommy, I'm awake!" and crawl in beside me, warm and flannel-y. She'll probably demand a back rub with fingernails. And she and I will have a day of reading and snuggling and lip syncing to anything that appeals to us. Probably we'll bake something. Maybe we'll string some beads. Definitely there will be something nice for lunch.
And if I'm really lucky, maybe sometime during the long, lazy storm, she'll do a repeat performance of her latest gem, a Sanjaya-heavy rendition of "Girl, you really got me now...." in which "Girl" is replaced by "Mommy." The last line goes, "You're my kind of Mooooommmmmmmmy." (The first time she sang it, though, the last part of the "Mommy" was obscured by an involuntary belch, and peals of laughter.)
Yes, I do love it when the snowflakes begin to fall, because it means I steal a few extra hours with insanity chick. Now, all we have to hope is that ENOUGH flakes fall.
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