Showing posts from July, 2010

Single Parenting

Is hard.  And I have loved every minute of it.

Hugh is away adjusting crops for hail insurance in Alberta.  He left last Thursday morning and will be home on Wednesday.  We are at the half way point.

I have been amazed at how much I have learned about Calder in the past few days during our intense 1-on-1 time.  Instead of passing him off to Hugh when he is grumpy and I am busy (cooking, laundry, facebooking :-), etc.), I have discovered ways to make him happy and still get what I am doing done.  Obviously, any of the "Jordan time" things, just get tossed to the side (saved for during nap time), but during the cleaning and especially cooking time, I have really learned to multitask a child and my job as cook and maid:-)

I guess I had done this before, but I not to the extent that I have done it the pass few days.  I am lucky to have a great husband who is able to be around most evenings and does more than his share around the house.  So before this, I have never really had to…


Calder has been at my Mom and Dad's since Sunday night.  I have a TON of planning to do for school and wanted to get it done and off my mind.  It worked out perfect this week for Calder to be in Tisdale.  My Mom is on holidays and my Grandma E is out from Burnaby.  It sounds like they are having a great time with him.

Calder has really started to climb on things.  Yes, it is now official.  I have a climber.  For instance, he will now climb in and out of his booster seat at the table, teetering on the edge as he gets down, just taunting you to get up and remove him.  Once you get him down, he promptly climbs back up and begins to teeter again.  I finally resolved to let him fall if he falls.  He hasn't fallen.  He is a monkey, apparently.

Mom and Grandma are bringing him back to us tomorrow.  Although, sleeping in and eating whenever we want have been marvelous, not to mention leaving our house after supper, Hugh and I have mostly been sitting around, bored, twiddling our thum…

Rain, Rain, GO AWAY...Raccoons, You Can Hit The Road Too.

It's official.  I am SICK of the rain.  I have been avoiding blogging about it, because quite frankly, I don't want to think about it, but I would be remised to not mention it.  It has been THE story of the spring/summer.

Last Tuesday night, we had a killer storm.  Lightening, thunder and rain.  Well, so I'm told.  Calder and I slept right through it.  I woke up to a wet lawn and deck, but didn't think much of it.  That has been par for the course this year.  Imagine my shock when I opened up my front door to get the paper and saw this:
Strange, where did all that soil come from?
It must have really rained.  My flowers are drowning.
You have got to be kidding me.  Where did all that soil go?
My tulips!  

Hugh and I have no idea where the soil went to.  Hugh figures it must have went under our steps.

I then grabbed the paper and headed for the back yard. weiner roast tonight.
Is that a mud pit?, just my garden.

Hugh and I had gotten rained out during some…