Last Day

We arrived at church yesterday and there was a big tent and activities set up. It was church picnic day. Elijah asked if he was the last day of church. We were both a little confused until we realized tht he's been having so many wind up parties lately (Pre-school, soccer...) that he assumed a party at church must mean that was also the last one.

Sleeping

Elijah's latest reason for wanting us at night is because Lillian has Nora, I have daddy, and he has no one. It's not fair. I tried to tell him that he had his stuffed animals (lame, I know) but he informed me that they're not real. Getting up with two kids is tiring. That makes everything worse during the day. So he's sleeping on the floor in our room again. So we can get some sleep. Because he doesn't seem to wake up when he's there. At least Lillian sleeps through the night.

She wasn't the first

When I was a little girl, I too had an adventure with scissors.  I cut my bangs. Apparently my parents trusted me enough to hold my baby brother Brent who was a very new little baby in this picture.

(I found this picture as I was going through my baby pictures.  I've been going through my baby pictures and taking pictures of them with my nice camera.  Now I have my baby pictures on digital without too much effort.  I am currently making a Shutterfly book from my childhood.)

She cut her hair.

In case you haven't seen my Facebook status update, Lillian cut her hair yesterday. It was only upon closer observation today that I realized that she scalped herself. Now, her saving grace is that she did it underneath some longer hair. You can only tell if you look at her hair a certain way. I guess this is a certain rite of passage. Everyone seems to have a story from their childhood where either they or a sibling were involved in some sort of snipping incident. (It is interesting to note that typically only one sibling is involved in such an incident. Does this mean that Elijah and Nora are safe from any future hair events?) I vaguely remember my own snipping incident at the age of four. I cut my bangs. I don't think I actually remember the event. I've just seen enough pictures that I'm somehow convinced that I remember it. So I think that Lillian has learned her lesson about hair cutting. When I asked her who could cut her hair she said "only mommy or daddy or dramma (grandma) or my other dramma.". She was curious what would happen if she cut it. Now she knows.

Soccer

Our month of May has been full with Elijah and Lillian taking swimming lessons and Elijah playing soccer twice a week.  Swimming lessons have finished and now we're in the home stretch with soccer. 

I am glad to say that Elijah has gotten more confident in his attempts to get the ball and he will proudly tell you that he scored a goal.  (OK, it was against the parents and they let him score, but still.  It was a huge boost to his confidence.)

Here are some pictures of his game tonight.

I have also included a picture of Lillian and the branch she found.  She was walking around edge of the field waving her branch saying "Hosanna Hosanna".  Guess whose kid goes to church?

Blogging on the iPad

We got an iPad several months ago. We love it. I have enjoyed having something to do while feeding Nora (which unfortunately often also includes involvement in a vary addictive Smurfs game that is my son's. I'm only helping him. Really. I don't care about the outcome of the game at all.)

It only occurred to me yesterday that I could also be using it to blog. I'm kind of tied down when I'm feeding so I may as well try it out. The only issue I have is that typing is rather cumbersome.

As someone who got her very first typewriter in grade eight, I have been using both hands to type for a long time. The location of the keys is second nature to me so one hand typing seems to take a long time. I'm getting better at it.

It seems as though Nora is done eating. I guess that's the end of my blogging for tonight. I have to quickly go check on the Smurfs game. For Elijah.

Nora - 5 months

Day at the farm

Elijah's pre-school class went to have a day at the farm a few weeks ago. He had a great time and keeps asking when we're going back to the farm. I'm glad that they have family farm days that we can just go visit and not commit to raising cattle. I don't think I'd do well with that.

(On a side note: It was funny to find out that the farm that we were visiting was run by a friend of mine from high school. She has six kids. One of which is 14. That made me feel old. At least I feel wise too.)