I have lived in Calgary almost 2 years now and I haven't gotten used to the weather yet. For instance, tomorrow the forecast in Banff is for snow. Yes, snow, on August 31. Not even just flurries. Now I know that Banff is an hour away and, given that it's in the Rocky Mountains, it's not unusual for there to be snow anytime of the year. But I was born on the East Coast. Where we have four seasons and - here's the kicker - NOT ALL AT THE SAME TIME. We don't throw in some snow in August or some 20 degree weather in January just to see if everyone is paying attention.
On a completely unrelated note, I am curious to see how long this blog holds my attention. Like many people, I think I have a book in me to write, but I can't seem to get the motivation or guts to do it. So I will see if I can get into the habit of writing regularly. I am generally very good at beginnings . . .
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Mommies and Daddies and Bananas - August 29,2008
My 14-month old son won't say mommy.
He says Daddy and Dada all day long every day but I am lucky if I hear Mama once a week. In fact, Mother's Day was when he learned to talk and his first word? Dada. Happy Mother's Day.
If I were to tell you that it's a bit frustrating that would be an understatement. Intellectually I understand why: physically the d sound is easier, mom is around all the time so why talk about her when you can talk to her, etc. And it does brighten my husband's long day at the office when I call him and put our son on the phone to scream his name in delight. Most days I don't even care because I am blessed to be the one who spends all this time with him. And he is a lot of fun.
But this morning he learned to say banana. What does that make me?
Not even second banana to daddy.
Where did I put that mojito from yesterday?
He says Daddy and Dada all day long every day but I am lucky if I hear Mama once a week. In fact, Mother's Day was when he learned to talk and his first word? Dada. Happy Mother's Day.
If I were to tell you that it's a bit frustrating that would be an understatement. Intellectually I understand why: physically the d sound is easier, mom is around all the time so why talk about her when you can talk to her, etc. And it does brighten my husband's long day at the office when I call him and put our son on the phone to scream his name in delight. Most days I don't even care because I am blessed to be the one who spends all this time with him. And he is a lot of fun.
But this morning he learned to say banana. What does that make me?
Not even second banana to daddy.
Where did I put that mojito from yesterday?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Musings and mojitos - August 28, 2008
Why am I doing this?
Today I had the mojito that I have been craving. It took me four shopping trips (one each for rum, limes, mint, and club soda), two grocery stores, and five days. Then I realized the glass I used was too tall for me to reach the bottom with my spoon to properly bruise the mint leaves. Apparently I need some bar tools. Should it have been this difficult? I don't think so. But damn it was good. And it was all about me.
So is this blog. I don't know if anyone will ever read it. I don't see myself bragging about it to friends. I probably won't even tell my husband I'm writing it, at least for now. I am not even sure how often I will write. But it is feels like I need something to preserve some of the here and now.
Today I had the mojito that I have been craving. It took me four shopping trips (one each for rum, limes, mint, and club soda), two grocery stores, and five days. Then I realized the glass I used was too tall for me to reach the bottom with my spoon to properly bruise the mint leaves. Apparently I need some bar tools. Should it have been this difficult? I don't think so. But damn it was good. And it was all about me.
So is this blog. I don't know if anyone will ever read it. I don't see myself bragging about it to friends. I probably won't even tell my husband I'm writing it, at least for now. I am not even sure how often I will write. But it is feels like I need something to preserve some of the here and now.
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