Once again, I have failed you in keeping you up-to-date with my daily nonsense..... I apologize. I was feeling blue and no amount of reno/deco could move me to blog about anything. I felt too blah. But I'm in a better mood now, so I don't have to worry about bringing everyone down. Here is what I have been up to. First of all, behold the dots:
yes, that is Dumpling, reveling in her dotty basement. Over her shoulders, you can see her Cinderella TV, paired with the Mickey DVD, my little ode to Disney. It's actually good that it's not a matched set because she figured out the the heart-shaped buttons work the TV and the mickey-ear buttons work the DVD, so we barely have to help her at all. Of course, this has led us to total lack of parental supervision for increased periods of time. Which can lead to this:
She is taking a *bath* you see, in a box full of packing popcorn.... Before you write me about supervising my child, no, that is not a piece of plastic in the box, it's tissue paper, and yes, we did come downstairs and put a stop to that game within seconds of the eery silence in the basement, so you don't need to fear for her safety. But we were trying out the new playroom early last Saturday morning and she was meant to amuse herself for a few minutes while mommy and daddy tried to read at least one page of the paper in peace. Except the sudden silence got us wondering what she was up to and we found her on the bed in the guest room, inside the box..... "Mulan, mama, Mulan bath!"
When we do supervise her, we have lots and lots of fun, mostly outside.
As for me, I've been chasing away the blahs with a new activity. You see, I too learned to ski as a toddler. Is 18 months even a toddler yet? I come from a skiing family, with a bonified ski-school, where every one is either a ski instructor or a ski equipment technician. The girls would teach, the boys would rent the equipment to the customers, that's how I grew up with my cousins, I didn't know anything else. When I was about 18, snow boarding became the new thing and I tried it, once. I sucked. I couldn't get up. After 16 years on ski, I was too proud and stubborn to spend an hour sitting on my butt, so I never tried again. Everyone got it, I never did. 2 weekend ago, our dear friends came up for the weekend and IH tried snowboarding for the first time. She didn't fall in love with it, but she gave it a really good try and prompted me to give it a try myself. Last Monday, while Dumpling was sking with her blue-bunny instructor and my husband was taking a refresher with an instructor other than me, I booked myself a lesson and tried snowboarding. And lo and behold, this time, I didn't suck! After 30+ years on the slopes, it was definitely weird to not have any control, not know how to stop, barely be able to stand, but I had fun! And the sheer fear of hitting a small child on the bunny hill led me to make two turns in a row without falling. I had a good time, so I booked another lesson and went back this Sunday. This time, my instructor had no patience for the bunny hill and made me go up the chair lift. I did great! Yes, I fell more times that I can count, my legs are black and blue, my ass is sore beyond belief and 3 fingers in my right hand have been asleep since the last fall, almost 3 days ago, but darn, I love it!
It feels so refreshing to be on the hill and no know what I'm doing. Canada won a medal in Snow-cross at the Olympics: the woman had never snowboarded until five years ago.... the next winter Olympics are in four years, think I can take her on???