Lots of little things happening…
- Harry brought home his mealworm life-cycle project today. One pupa and one partially-hatched beetle. The container is now in the boys’ bedroom and heaven help them if I find out that the critters are loose.
- I bought a lawnmower on Saturday. I only had to leg-tackle two Canadian Tire employees to get one of them to fetch the mower I’d picked out online. Thought for CT: have in-store pickup. It would save time.
- We planted our vegetable garden on Sunday. This is always Fraught With Peril and Endless Discussions About Vegetable Choice, and then we always end up planting the same things: tomatoes, zucchini, carrots, peppers, onions, and radishes. This year we also tried beans.
- I stuck one cautious toe in the water at a gym on Sunday; there’s one relatively close by that’s one of those women-only places. I was running other errands and thought I’d just pop in and grab a brochure. Apparently this is not allowed. There are no brochures, but there are two insanely a) young b) thin c) energetic d) extroverted girls at the front desk who act as gatekeepers, say the word “awesome” a lot, and refuse to answer any of your questions outside of a pre-scheduled consultation. I think that is not a place where I would feel comfortable. Needless to say, my a) middle-aged b) fat c) tired d) introverted self was completely spooked by getting the hard sell less than 60 seconds after walking in the door, so I’ll probably never go back.
- Apparently I’m the last parent on earth to worry about the W-sit – I honestly never wondered why as kids we were all told to sit cross-legged. I read an article about it somewhere about a month ago, and looked at all the kids here to see if it’s an issue. And lo! Louis always sits in a W-sit. Even in his booster seat, his legs tuck up and behind him. Because I don’t have enough to do with him, I’ve started trying to teach him to sit criss-cross-applesauce. Just today it occurred to me that his W-sit almost certainly contributed to his problems toilet training, since he literally almost never sits with his feet to the front unless he’s on the toilet. I’m being very matter-of-fact with him about it. “You need to sit with your feet to the front, because that will help you have strong legs and big muscles! You’ll be better at hockey then!” because he’s counting the days until he’s old enough for minor hockey. Today at storytime I saw him start to slide into the W, but he corrected himself without prompting. A tiny victory, but with Louis, I’ll take it.
- The most exciting thing to happen to me this weekend was watching Game of Thrones. I am a little mystified by people who watch the show but haven’t read the books – it must be damned near impossible to follow some of the subplots. Plus when something like last night’s episode happens, it’s a huge shock and you end up like these people (NSFW):