Better, better

Carl “cancelled” work this weekend (he did! a huge big piece will not be done!) so this means he only worked last night ’til midnight, worked 8 am – 10 am this morning, and will work tonight 6 pm – 2 am, or something like that.

This left a huge HOLE in his work schedule, known as a weekend day. So we spent it mostly together:

- went to Starbucks as a family; the scary thing is (and I am innocent! This has to do with Monday mornings!) that the conversation went like:
Noah: “Hi Bob!”
Bob the barrista: Hi Noah. What would you like?
Noah: Cake, Bob! (sings to the tune of Bob the builder) Bob barrista, can he make cake? Bob barrista, yes he can!
Bob: Lemon poppy seed?
Noah: No, raspberry!

(I sigh. No one write me to tell me how bad the cake is. I KNOW. It’s a guy thing.)

Then we went to the bank, to pick a parcell that was returned (boo) and then to Volvo. Volvo has had my car for a week. But nothing is wrong with it that they can find. So now it is mine again. I talked to managers at length but got nowhere. I am grumpy.

Then Noah fell asleep in the car (the crash after the sugar rush) and so we decided to head down to a food festival. But on the way downtown, it started to rain, so we veered northwards and went to the Ontario Science Centre. Which is why I have a membership there. We had a great time – Noah’s made some leap in development lately so that he not only likes to play in the kidspark under-8 area, but he was really into the space stuff and some of the life sciences things. And tearing around indoors, that was key. The OSC is this monstrosity of a modern building set into a valley; it is very beautiful in its own 60s or 70s way. But it must be a bear to maintain, because it has all this space to… nowhere. But for a preschooler on a rainy day, it is great.

(Also for two grownups who need to reconnect. So far I’d say this marriage can be saved! Stay tuned! Actually that’s gleeful ’cause things have been going well; slow progress, but much much more good will.)

Noah managed all this and to come home and go to the grocery store without any accidents, and this is becoming the common experience. I think we can say that, with some adult intervention around getting excited or being outside, Noah’s pretty well day potty trained (he’s not ready at night yet; he wakes up with a soaked diaper and it’s not just from the morning). I can only thank Montessori.