So we’ll make it a Saturday Six? Deal.
Friday Five Saturday Six is – What We Did On Saturday.
- “We” (as in Eirinn by choice and Mommy by default) woke up at 5 am. “We” had wet through “our” diaper and onto “our” pants and shirt. “We” then tried (unsuccessfully) to remove “our” wet shirt, but could only get one arm out because “we’re” only 19 months old and “we” haven’t been given this lesson yet. This ignorance led to an hour and a half of moaning and groaning before Mommy begrudgingly dragged her half asleep butt out of bed to see what the problem was. Soaking wet toddler = awake toddler = awake household. This would never have happened if “we” hadn’t chugged three (3) sippy cups of water and then a bottle of milk right before bed. Mommy says “lesson learned” and won’t be watering the toddler like she was a dying cactus.
- Our friends Carly and Lucy came for a visit! Carly and I see each other every Wednesday for Durham Mom’s Night Out, but Eirinn and Lucy hadn’t played together for a couple of months. It’s always a treat to see these two together because they can be so different, but still get along like peas and carrots. Where Eirinn is boysterous and energetic and outgoing, Lucy is quiet and thoughtful and sweet.
- For the very first time, Eirinn rode the bus. By herself. Just kidding, Carly, Lucy and I were there, too. Eirinn got her own seat and we sang “The Wheels on the Bus” loud enough to annoy the weird guy with wiry, dandruff-y, badly dyed hair sitting in front of us. Why bother using public transit if you’re not going to make other people wish they hadn’t?
- The four of us were taking the bus to Apple Fest, which is an annual tradition I have yet to miss. Love it. LOOOOVE. IT. Why so much love? Four words – cider, dumplings, fritters and fudge. The line up for the fritters was too long given the minus 30 degree weather, but I was all over the other three like flies on…maybe a bad analogy when talking about food.
- Lunch was delicious world famous pancakes as made by Anonymous Husband. AH played the role of Wicked Cool, Kick-Arse Husband today. Not only was he Master Chef of the Griddle, but he also woke up early on his sleep-in day so I could shower and he drove to his parents so I would have a stroller to shuttle Eirinn around the tundra in. Sank-coo, AH.
- Little People were played with and books were coloured in by Eirinn and Lucy during the hour between lunch and nap. It was the cutest thing watching them interact. As an illustration of their differences, while colouring, Eirinn talked all of us through what she was doing and
demandedinvited us to colour with her. Lucy, meanwhile, was quietly examining the Magic Markers, figuring out the science behind their magic-ness, assembling and re-assembling them, all without so much as a whisper.
- Absolutely conked out from all the early-waking, friend-visiting, bus-riding, Apple-festing, can-cake-eating, play-play-playing, Eirinn slept from 1:30 to 4:45, and only woke up because my face was all up in her grill saying “WAKE UP, LAZY, OR YOU WON’T SLEEP TONIGHT.”
- And last but not least. Her time after dinner was spent doing…whatever this is. I don’t know.
Ok, so because I a) felt guilty for missing Friday or b) talk too much, we ended up with a
Friday Five, Saturday Six, Sunday Seven, A List With Eight Points And No Catchy Title Because There Isn’t A Day Of The Week That Starts With ‘E’.