A few weeks ago Kaspar got a new pair of gloves and instantly they were named "garbage gloves". Indeed, we have a house full of "garbage gloves", "garbage jackets", "garbage boots", "garbage pants", "garbage bags", "garbage trucks", "garbage hats", "garbage sunglasses"... And Kaspar constantly plays the garbage man, sorting not only the recycling, but also emptying out the garbage cans, putting his sister's diapers into the compost bin and taking the bags to the garage. The only toy he plays with every singe day is his garbage truck. The constant questions during the day have to do with: "Is that garbage or recycling?" and "Can I put this in the garbage?" and "When is Roger coming next?" We even eat breakfast in the mornings for our garbage man Roger and list every detail of his truck for every spoonful of oatmeal. The most important day of the week is Wednesday. If you guessed that it's garbage day, you're right, of course. Yes. Wednesday is garbage day. Wednesday is Kaspar's favourite day. On Wednesday we have to get dressed and be ready to jump up and run outside to meet Roger, no matter what the weather is like. And God forbid we get out walking on Bloor street, while he's wearing his "garbage gloves". Then he pretty much takes on the role of Roger and even attempts to introduce himself as Roger to complete strangers. As if anybody else knows or cares who Roger is. But Kaspar does not care. Roger is his hero. A picture of Roger and his truck is framed and placed among family and friends on Kaspar's special wall. It has taken me months to convince my child not to pick up all the garbage on the street. But he only began to listen to me, when I explained that Roger does not pick up garbage that's not in garbage cans, either. So far we've all taken all this with a grain of salt and most times we play along with him, but I sometimes wonder how long this obsession will last? I really have no interest in garbage, myself.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
garbage man
A few weeks ago Kaspar got a new pair of gloves and instantly they were named "garbage gloves". Indeed, we have a house full of "garbage gloves", "garbage jackets", "garbage boots", "garbage pants", "garbage bags", "garbage trucks", "garbage hats", "garbage sunglasses"... And Kaspar constantly plays the garbage man, sorting not only the recycling, but also emptying out the garbage cans, putting his sister's diapers into the compost bin and taking the bags to the garage. The only toy he plays with every singe day is his garbage truck. The constant questions during the day have to do with: "Is that garbage or recycling?" and "Can I put this in the garbage?" and "When is Roger coming next?" We even eat breakfast in the mornings for our garbage man Roger and list every detail of his truck for every spoonful of oatmeal. The most important day of the week is Wednesday. If you guessed that it's garbage day, you're right, of course. Yes. Wednesday is garbage day. Wednesday is Kaspar's favourite day. On Wednesday we have to get dressed and be ready to jump up and run outside to meet Roger, no matter what the weather is like. And God forbid we get out walking on Bloor street, while he's wearing his "garbage gloves". Then he pretty much takes on the role of Roger and even attempts to introduce himself as Roger to complete strangers. As if anybody else knows or cares who Roger is. But Kaspar does not care. Roger is his hero. A picture of Roger and his truck is framed and placed among family and friends on Kaspar's special wall. It has taken me months to convince my child not to pick up all the garbage on the street. But he only began to listen to me, when I explained that Roger does not pick up garbage that's not in garbage cans, either. So far we've all taken all this with a grain of salt and most times we play along with him, but I sometimes wonder how long this obsession will last? I really have no interest in garbage, myself.
stella
This chick really likes the outdoors. If I get her into a stroller and sleeping, she can easily sleep outdoors for a good three hour stretch. I cannot wait until the temperature outdoors gets a little more friendly...A lot of parents feel that their kids sleep better while in a stroller, but it usually has to do with the movement, while they are being gently rocked in the moving carriage. Stella sleeps well as long as her nose is out of the blankets and breathing the fresh, crisp air. She does not need to keep moving. It's awesome!
She also has great wardrobe for the outdoors - literally dozens of different hats! My kids are the lucky recipients of hats not only from my own childhood, their friends, cousins, but also brand new styles, shapes and colours from grandma, oma, the other oma and my good friend Tania (she's super crafty and makes not only wearables, but also customized knit teddy bears which are absolutely stunning!) Bu that's a subject for another day. Admittedly, I'm a bit of a hat collector myself, so, it's only fitting that my kids have a whole drawer full of hats, is it not? It's just sad that they grow out of these adorable clothes and hats too fast. Way too fast!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
no more snow!
This morning I took my cup of coffee and turned on the radio to a blaring: "expect another ten to fifteen centimeters by the end of..." What the f*&#??? We've had so much of the white stuff this winter! Enough allready! I truly felt frustrated. Almost on the verge of tears. Angry tears. I'm so done with winter. Done. Finished. Sick of it. And even if the weather is cooperating and the days are sunny and relatively mild and nights crisp and pretty in the moonlight... It will not convince me to like the winter. No more!!! 
If this was December, I might feel differently, I suppose. I admit that I do not usualy sniff at the prospect of a white Christmas. But a white Easter is another thing entirely. All this talk of snow was especially shocking today, because yesterday was the first day I could smell a hint of spring in the air. You know that bit of a muddy, humid, sunny smell.... when the snow is melting and the trees seem to be warming up to the idea of green and the sun is warm... I need spring!
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