Today is…Canada Day!!!
HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!
We had such a lovely sleep in.
Ettin woke up and played with trains. For a while.
Then he decided it was time to get the morning started.
scrape…scrunk…scrape…scrunk…BAM. The door to our bedroom is pushed open. And we are greeted by this:
I also have a gospel art picture, the one that was on display on our fireplace, flapped in my face.
We cave. It is time to get up and start our morning.
After waffles with whipped cream and strawberries, mommy zooms out the door to take advantage of cool morning weather. I have Cleaning to do! A gardening shed is cleaned, the boys come out and mow the lawn, and some baby plants are finally planted out.
We head in for lunch, and then put boys down to nap. Daddy gets tape up for painting the trim, and our neighbour brings over some amazingly delicious ribs Daddy had drooled over when he was taping. They were scrumptious. We hoovered them up even though we’d just had lunch and didn’t even save some for the boys. I love barbeque!
Daddy came in to work on computer stuff, mommy went out again to finish up outside stuff.
Mommy came in feeling quite broken. Pregnant body broken is different from a non-pregnant body that’s done a lot of hard work. Different muscles and organs are stretched and overused. You don’t just feel sore when you try to get up, you feel like you might just give birth.
Thus supper was hot dogs wrapped in biscuit dough.
And thus daddy took the boys down to the town festivities on his own, while mommy had a nap before fireworks started later that night.
And further thus, that is why we have any pictures of Canada Day fun. I love that daddy!
He took Giant to play on the inflatables:
Not something mommy would have done, as I have a policy against letting my kids play on anything I can’t rescue them from:
Seriously, can you see a 9 month pregnant lady climbing through one of these, hauling her 1.5 year old behind her to rescue the 3.5 year old from certain disaster (or at least certain fear and sadness):
That’s what daddys are for (I seriously have a hard time believing Giant braved these structures)!
And Ettin sized fun was also available:
Goats!(Giant was scared of this kind of fun):
I love it!:
Mommy would have stayed here all night, if I’d been able to hike it down the hill. I love petting zoos.
We wrapped up the night by enjoying strawberry shortcake and watching fireworks from our front porch. Then we spent the next hour or so trying to get over-tired (and now sick) boys to bed. Too fun!