Thursday, August 31, 2006

Vernon notes

Four days in Vernon with Grandma, GG, Auntie Cathy and Cousin Jordan were not enough, as you can imagine. One story for now; pix coming as soon as I take them off the camera.

Brett and daddy were kicking Brett's Tigger ball around GG's backyard. After a particularly strong and accurate kick, daddy said to Brett, "That was great! Where did you learn to kick like that?"

Brett said, "I don't know, daddy."

"Must be a gift."

Later, they went in to tell Grandma and GG all about it. Daddy said, "You did a great job, Brett. Where did you learn to kick like that?"

Brett said, "It was a present."

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Ensconced in purple

The painting is finally finished. Now Randy can go back to spending his days off doing laundry and cutting the grass (just kidding, sweetie!).

The plan was always to have the blue stripe across the middle, but it was going to be purple both above and below. When we saw how dark it was, we decided most of the walls (except where Randy had already started) could stay white on top. Turns out the Cars sheets go perfectly, and Brett sleeps just fine in all that colour.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

We're listening to the Indigo Girls on the way into town yesterday.

Indigo Girls: I don't wanna talk about it/How you broke my heart
Brett: Why she don't want to talk about it?
Me: She's sad. Someone broke her heart.
Brett: Why someone broke her heart?
Me: I don't know, babe. Things like that just happen.
Brett: I think someone should say to her, "sorry I broke your heart."

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Rock on

Brett has a new love object and it's all my fault.

We went to the river to throw rocks yesterday. As we were leaving I suggested that maybe he wanted to take a rock home. I talked about getting a box for special stuff and putting the rock in it. By the time we got home, he was so attached to his new rock that he decided he was going to sleep with it.

See: all my fault.

So last night, the rock joined his taggie blankie, B pillow, pink and yellow bouncy ball, purple puff ball and water bottle in bed with him: taggie cradled in his arms, rock clenched in his thumb-sucking hand, ball in the other hand, pillow under his head, water bottle beside the pillow. The purple puff ball stays on the other pillow beside him.

At 3:30am a little voice said in my ear, "Mommy, can you help me find my rock?"

4:30am: "Mommy, can you come help me?"

I swear, I'm going to find a special box for that damn rock and throw them both in the river.