Archive for the ‘Family’ Category
Little Mr. No came to visit my house this morning.
“Good morning, S___, how are you?”
“Would you like a piece of pizza?”
“Would you like some cereal?”
“Would you like a cuddle?”
“no” Hides behind other parent’s legs.
“Would you like some chocolate milk?”
Pause. Eyebrows go up.
Sigh. Such is life with a two year old.
…from the Falstaff household this morning.
Me: You’ll need an ice pack for your lunch.
Mr. F: Or he could use a nice pack.
#2 Son: ??
Me: He doesn’t need a nice pack, he’s already very nice.
Whatever Mr. F said was drowned out by #2 son’s “awwwwwwwwwwwww, cut it out with the puns already”
Here’s a picture my husband took on a recent business trip to Cambridge Bay (the shadow in the picture is his):
It’s a picture of the high school in Cambridge Bay. If you look closely at the parking lot, you will see that it is full of snowmobiles rather than cars. In October.
For some reason that I can’t fathom, the computer programme is stretching the photo vertically. I shall see what I can do to fix it.
I have a little boy who is soon to be five years old. Once or twice a week we have the following conversation:
He: “Mummy, what day of the week is it?”
Me: “It’s [whatever]day, dear”
He: “Awww, I wanted it to be Sunday”
I wanted it to be Sunday too. As things heat up in our small corner of the Anglican world, and as I realize that the difficult and important decisions to make will have to be made sooner rather than later, I find I crave fellowship with my brothers and sisters in Christ. To be brutally honest, I also crave time in our beautiful old neo gothic church building – because, although I know that the body of Christ is the people and not the building – God used to be with his people in the temple, but Jesus changed all of that – now we are the body of Christ; still, I feel the need to spend time in the beautiful old place that my parents were married in, that I was married in, that my widowed mother was remarried in, that my infant daughter was buried from, that my sons were baptized in…
We might have to leave. It will be difficult, wrenching for some of us, and I know that as long as my church family stays mostly together and remembers why we are a family, everything will ultimately be fine. Still, I will miss that old stone building, and I will need time to mourn, both for it, and for what our poor old Canadian Anglican church seems determined to become.
The CBC has a news story today headlined “Serious playground injuries down in Ontaro“. The article goes on to quote a study by the Canadian Institute for Health Information that says that the reasons for the reduction in serious injuries are height restrictions on equipment and softer surfaces under the equipment. Nonsense. Height restrictions are posted on playground equipment, but nobody pays the slightest bit of attention to them. The reason for the reduction in playground injuries is simple. Cities and towns have become so paranoid about safety and lawsuits that they have replaced the interesting playground equipment with
boring safe equipment, and Nobody Under The Age Of Eight Uses Them Anymore. I took my four boys to a local playground; they spend ten minutes on the equipment, and an hour rolling down the large adjacent hill. As a society, we have become so paranoid about protecting our children from every little scrape, that we have removed all challenge from their lives.