OK, I know I'm not supposed to do this because I am living the good life on a Caribbean island and all that, but I have to get a few things off my chest this week.
For starters, the septic field for our apartment building was dug up three weeks ago and we still have a giant hole in our backyard. Every week more trucks come and dump a load of rubble on the grass, and I'm guessing that this rubble is eventually meant to fill in the hole. When the event of actually putting the rubble in the hole might take place is anyone's guess. In the meantime, Stan is constantly rooting through the rubble for garbage (plastic, drywall, what-have-you) to eat and/or play with.
The hole is also filled with rain water and has become a breeding ground for mosquitoes. We are being tormented both outside and in our apartment by the little buggers. The laundry room is right next to the abyss, so the mosquitoes have taken up residence in our washing machines. Every morning the person who is unfortunate enough to have to use the machines first is pelted by a barrage of mosquitoes flying up into their face. Yesterday, my neighbour Faith, waged war in the laundry room and unloaded a full can of Lysol into the washing machines and in the various other crevices where the mosquitoes were hiding.
My own personal technique is to throw some clothes at the washing machine and run out of the room to allow the mosquitoes to dissipate and then return over and over until all the clothes are in the machine and all the mosquitoes are out of it. However, sometimes I open the washer after a cycle has run and some mosquitoes STILL fly out of it.
I would also like to complain about the water pressure. Sometimes the pressure is so low that I turn on the tap and no water at all comes out. I have to wait several minutes before a tiny trickle begins. I know it's a given to have low pressure in the dry season, but in defence of my impatience it has been raining quite a bit lately.
OK, I'll admit I don't have much else to bitch about. I was feeling a little down about the drudgery of housework yesterday. But today I am prepared to drop Paul off at daycare and come back and face my housewifely duties. Or maybe I'll just go to the beach...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Monday night
Well, another week has just begun. This is what I have been up to over the last week...
I watched season 1 of the Tudors, and have become seriously obsessed with Henry VIII and his court.
I have watched the first three episodes of Twin Peaks with Chris. We are currently trying to catch up so we can watch season two with our friends Jeff & Faith.
I have watched three episodes of The Extras, which is one of the funniest series' known to man, and I highly recommend.
Chris & I went to see Taken in the movie theatre, and it was awesome. I think everyone secretly either wants to be a government operative (men) or wants their dad to be a government operatvie (women) after seeing this kickass movie. Between us we ordered two popcorns, one large coke, one skittles and two hotdogs and I think it cost about $8USD. In your face stupid North American movie domes where the same order would cost like $50 bucks, never mind the actual cost to see the movie!
I am very excited that Twilight has finally made it to our little theatre and we are hoping to go view it sometime this week.
Needless to say we have been spending a lot of time in front of the tv or the big screen, and we don't even have cable. Who needs cable anymore anyway?! You can just download entire series' or movies in one go and be done with it.
Chris has also been downloading entire discographies of late. And I was not very impressed when we had to listen to an hour of Metallica the other night as I was trying to get to sleep cause Chris was so stoked at having their two hundred plus song repetoire. "Just listen to this kickass guitar solo!" are not the words I want to hear while trying to get some shuteye.
But all my days are not spent in front of the tv. I have also been tending to my domestic duties (please refer to my facebook status about making delicious rotis tonight). Baby Paul continues to eat all the wonderful foods that I make for him (poor boy has a fever tonight :( ). Faith & I find time to drink coffee on the porch while watching the laundry dry. And while I've been meaning to go to the gym on the days I put Paul in daycare, so far I've mostly been going to the beach or having lunch with friends, or both :) I must persevere in my goal to get fit and stop this lollygagging around. I'll start first thing on Wed. afternoon, after coffee and lunch and generally an all around lazy morning.
I'm off to bed to finish my book, play on facebook, and hang with hubby. Goodnight all :)
I watched season 1 of the Tudors, and have become seriously obsessed with Henry VIII and his court.
I have watched the first three episodes of Twin Peaks with Chris. We are currently trying to catch up so we can watch season two with our friends Jeff & Faith.
I have watched three episodes of The Extras, which is one of the funniest series' known to man, and I highly recommend.
Chris & I went to see Taken in the movie theatre, and it was awesome. I think everyone secretly either wants to be a government operative (men) or wants their dad to be a government operatvie (women) after seeing this kickass movie. Between us we ordered two popcorns, one large coke, one skittles and two hotdogs and I think it cost about $8USD. In your face stupid North American movie domes where the same order would cost like $50 bucks, never mind the actual cost to see the movie!
I am very excited that Twilight has finally made it to our little theatre and we are hoping to go view it sometime this week.
Needless to say we have been spending a lot of time in front of the tv or the big screen, and we don't even have cable. Who needs cable anymore anyway?! You can just download entire series' or movies in one go and be done with it.
Chris has also been downloading entire discographies of late. And I was not very impressed when we had to listen to an hour of Metallica the other night as I was trying to get to sleep cause Chris was so stoked at having their two hundred plus song repetoire. "Just listen to this kickass guitar solo!" are not the words I want to hear while trying to get some shuteye.
But all my days are not spent in front of the tv. I have also been tending to my domestic duties (please refer to my facebook status about making delicious rotis tonight). Baby Paul continues to eat all the wonderful foods that I make for him (poor boy has a fever tonight :( ). Faith & I find time to drink coffee on the porch while watching the laundry dry. And while I've been meaning to go to the gym on the days I put Paul in daycare, so far I've mostly been going to the beach or having lunch with friends, or both :) I must persevere in my goal to get fit and stop this lollygagging around. I'll start first thing on Wed. afternoon, after coffee and lunch and generally an all around lazy morning.
I'm off to bed to finish my book, play on facebook, and hang with hubby. Goodnight all :)
Friday, January 30, 2009
For Trevor
Well, my sister informed me that my brother-in-law felt that I was long overdue to post. So here it is...
It is the dry season here in Grenada. Usually January is blessed with wonderful trade winds (or the Christmas winds as local call them) and sunny weather. Unfortunately today is a downpour, and it does not look like it's going to clear up for me to go to the beach this afternoon. I'm pretty disappointed because Chris is writing a midterm today and was going to be free to join us at the beach after he finished. Oh well! On to plan B, which involves dropping the baby off at daycare and going to the gym for a workout.
I was all set to join the fancy gym right across from the daycare, so that I could drop Paul off and have my workout all within a hop-skip-and-a-jump, but the school gym has a bunch of new fancy equipment this semester so Chris is like "just use the school gym for free," and so I am. Anything to save a buck, right?!
We also have opted to try going cable free for a while, as we don't watch much tv anyway, and that's yet another bill we don't have to worry about. Wow, we're getting frugal in our old age! One indulgence that I'm not willing to cut out is my cleaning lady. I'll go down to just twice a month if I have to, but I am not one for moping floors and scrubbing the giant tile shower. I try to do my best at domesticity down here (and I'm sure Chris would agree I'm doing a pretty good jop), but there are just somethings that I will never get to. Hence a cleaning lady!
This last week has been dedicated to making Paul's baby food. I have a handy-dandy Baby Blender Foods cookbook, and have been steaming and blending and straining away! All without a dishwasher mind you, so it is quite a pain in the ass. One creates a huge amount of dishes when making baby food. Especially when I have screw ups like the grean beans that I had to steam, then blend, then put into trays, then realize they were too stringy still, so then I had to strain, and then put back into trays. Or the sweet potatoes (which I'm not really sure are sweet potatoes cause they look nothing like our version back home, and smell different, and taste different, so really they're a mystery vegetable), which I burnt to the bottom of the pan while cooking them. Anyway, he loves the apples and bananas that he has been introduced to this week, so hopefully all my hard work pays off. It would really suck if I had one of those babies who decided he didn't like food after all this work.
I read some website that said some people are bypassing grain cereals and purees altogether and going straight for soft cooked tiny bits of food on baby's plate. This is called Baby Led Weaning, and it allows the baby to make his own choices about what to put in his mouth and when to stop. So I started thinking "hey, maybe I don't want to be force feeding my kid (although his mouth is WIDE OPEN), and maybe I'll let him take the lead." This is so I can allow my boy to make his OWN choices and exert some control and blah blah blah. So I mashed up some banana and put it on his tray and said "OK Paul, you are in control. Why don't you try some banana?" And Paul prompty smashed his hand into the banana causing it to spray everywhere, and ran his hands all through his hair, and I think he even stuck some in his eye. He is not aware that this is FOOD and is meant to go in his MOUTH. I'm pretty sure he has no idea what's going on whatsoever. So I decided to ignore this hippy nonsense and go back to making my purees and forcing them into his mouth (although, again, his mouth is WIDE OPEN).
Well, that's all I got for this rainy morning. Off to make some coffee (French Press with french vanilla creamer. YUM!). Later yo!
It is the dry season here in Grenada. Usually January is blessed with wonderful trade winds (or the Christmas winds as local call them) and sunny weather. Unfortunately today is a downpour, and it does not look like it's going to clear up for me to go to the beach this afternoon. I'm pretty disappointed because Chris is writing a midterm today and was going to be free to join us at the beach after he finished. Oh well! On to plan B, which involves dropping the baby off at daycare and going to the gym for a workout.
I was all set to join the fancy gym right across from the daycare, so that I could drop Paul off and have my workout all within a hop-skip-and-a-jump, but the school gym has a bunch of new fancy equipment this semester so Chris is like "just use the school gym for free," and so I am. Anything to save a buck, right?!
We also have opted to try going cable free for a while, as we don't watch much tv anyway, and that's yet another bill we don't have to worry about. Wow, we're getting frugal in our old age! One indulgence that I'm not willing to cut out is my cleaning lady. I'll go down to just twice a month if I have to, but I am not one for moping floors and scrubbing the giant tile shower. I try to do my best at domesticity down here (and I'm sure Chris would agree I'm doing a pretty good jop), but there are just somethings that I will never get to. Hence a cleaning lady!
This last week has been dedicated to making Paul's baby food. I have a handy-dandy Baby Blender Foods cookbook, and have been steaming and blending and straining away! All without a dishwasher mind you, so it is quite a pain in the ass. One creates a huge amount of dishes when making baby food. Especially when I have screw ups like the grean beans that I had to steam, then blend, then put into trays, then realize they were too stringy still, so then I had to strain, and then put back into trays. Or the sweet potatoes (which I'm not really sure are sweet potatoes cause they look nothing like our version back home, and smell different, and taste different, so really they're a mystery vegetable), which I burnt to the bottom of the pan while cooking them. Anyway, he loves the apples and bananas that he has been introduced to this week, so hopefully all my hard work pays off. It would really suck if I had one of those babies who decided he didn't like food after all this work.
I read some website that said some people are bypassing grain cereals and purees altogether and going straight for soft cooked tiny bits of food on baby's plate. This is called Baby Led Weaning, and it allows the baby to make his own choices about what to put in his mouth and when to stop. So I started thinking "hey, maybe I don't want to be force feeding my kid (although his mouth is WIDE OPEN), and maybe I'll let him take the lead." This is so I can allow my boy to make his OWN choices and exert some control and blah blah blah. So I mashed up some banana and put it on his tray and said "OK Paul, you are in control. Why don't you try some banana?" And Paul prompty smashed his hand into the banana causing it to spray everywhere, and ran his hands all through his hair, and I think he even stuck some in his eye. He is not aware that this is FOOD and is meant to go in his MOUTH. I'm pretty sure he has no idea what's going on whatsoever. So I decided to ignore this hippy nonsense and go back to making my purees and forcing them into his mouth (although, again, his mouth is WIDE OPEN).
Well, that's all I got for this rainy morning. Off to make some coffee (French Press with french vanilla creamer. YUM!). Later yo!
Friday, January 9, 2009
Distraction
I'm just sitting here in my bedroom listening to my baby cry across the hall, so I'm writing a post as a distraction. I've nursed him, changed him, rocked him, sang to him, and when he's this tired there's sometimes nothing I can do but leave him be. Some people may disagree with this strategy, but to each their own. Believe me it's not easy letting a baby cry. I'm giving him 10 more minutes before I go in and try again. Sometimes I feel like motherhood is a minefield, and we each have to gingerly navigate it as best as we can.
So, what's new in my life? I'm back in Grenada. Chris, Paul & I arrived late Wednesday night. We've been busily setting up our new apartment: shopping, unpacking, hanging with the neighbours.
Stanley was happy to see us, but as usual he's developed bad habits in our absence. That's to be expected. He can manipulate the most well intentioned of dog sitters. We gave him a bath yesterday after finding over a dozen ticks on him. Welcome to the dry season! Man, the ticks get bad here at this time of year. The good thing about this new apt. is that we can close the front gate and let the dogs run wild on the property. They have a heck of a time! Gotta be careful it doesn't make me lazy and let me off the hook for taking Stan for walks.
Well, we gave up on the "crying it out." Chris just went in to try to comfort Paul. Sometimes I feel so helpless.
Had my social work course start on Monday. Have barely had a chance to look over the material yet. I think I'm supposed to post something about what the symbol of justice means to me. Don't really know where to begin on that one. To be honest I don't even know what are balancing on the scales. I'll have to wikipedia that one.
It is now 11:11pm, and I think I would like to go to sleep (provided my baby lets me do so). Talk to you all another day. Bye!
So, what's new in my life? I'm back in Grenada. Chris, Paul & I arrived late Wednesday night. We've been busily setting up our new apartment: shopping, unpacking, hanging with the neighbours.
Stanley was happy to see us, but as usual he's developed bad habits in our absence. That's to be expected. He can manipulate the most well intentioned of dog sitters. We gave him a bath yesterday after finding over a dozen ticks on him. Welcome to the dry season! Man, the ticks get bad here at this time of year. The good thing about this new apt. is that we can close the front gate and let the dogs run wild on the property. They have a heck of a time! Gotta be careful it doesn't make me lazy and let me off the hook for taking Stan for walks.
Well, we gave up on the "crying it out." Chris just went in to try to comfort Paul. Sometimes I feel so helpless.
Had my social work course start on Monday. Have barely had a chance to look over the material yet. I think I'm supposed to post something about what the symbol of justice means to me. Don't really know where to begin on that one. To be honest I don't even know what are balancing on the scales. I'll have to wikipedia that one.
It is now 11:11pm, and I think I would like to go to sleep (provided my baby lets me do so). Talk to you all another day. Bye!
Monday, December 15, 2008
We're home!
The last few days have been a bit of an ordeal, but we made it and we're happy to be back!
The beginning of the adventure occurred when we got to the airport in Grenada two hours early, and were STILL in the check in line 20 min. before our flight left. Not the quickest at the Liat counter on our little island, but they held the plane for us and shortly we were off.
Immediately, I became somewhat concerned when Paul started crying on take-off and was wide awake the whole flight to Barbados. Thinking "this does not bode well." And I was right. Paul barely napped at all during our 7 hour layover in Barbados, and was wide awake during our 6 hour flight to Toronto. It was a very long flight! He didn't scream the whole way, but was pretty fussy the entire time. Nothing like walking the aisles with a cranky baby, and mostly sympathetic looks from other passengers (although I'm sure some of them we're thinking not so sympathetic thoughts). We checked into our hotel in TO shortly after 11pm and left again before 7am. Not nearly long enough to enjoy one of the most comfortable beds in the world (thank-you Hilton!). Paul was again mostly awake and somewhat fussy on the four hour flight to Calgary, but we made it and all is well!
It was -36C today in our beautiful city! Somewhat shocking to us island dwellers. Poor P's little hands and feet are always like icicles. He's sleeping in a giant teddy bear outfit made of fleece compete with hood and feet. That will keep him warm!
Outside it is white and frosty everywhere. It just looks bloody cold. It's the type of cold where your skin starts to sting as soon as it hits the air and every breath is a shock to your system. But I must admit it is so pretty! I will always love the snow, cold, and a white Christmas. We've had fires, we've had hot chocolate, I'm wearing a cashmere sweater around for god's sake! Long undies, jeans!, fuzzy slippers, down duvets, hugs from my husband when we find eachother cozy and not disgusting with dripping sweat and BO!
I think the funniest thing that's happened so far was my homage to Grenadian driving: My Mom was trying to leave the Calgary airport which was jammed with traffic coming and going. Eight lanes all trying to merge into one, and everyone being selfish and cranky and not letting in anyone else. Finally I had had enough! I rolled down my window, stuck my whole arm out the window in the "stop" gesture to the car in the next lane, and he did! My mom was then able to merge over. Why is it that everyone can ignore a signal light, but when I actually take physical action they pay attention?! Anyway, I brought my head and my arm back in the window and said "and that's how we do it in Grenada!" Ha!
This morning we went to the mall to get P's pic taken with Santa. Turned out quite well! I must say my son sure is adorable! I also am hoping not to have to return to the mall anytime soon. What a madhouse! I love being home and all, but I forget how crazy busy it is everywhere! I laugh thinking that I was impatient the other day in Grenada waiting for 10 min. in traffic, where here it's taking us sometimes over an hour to inch our way along (esp. on these icy/snowy roads!).
Well it is way past my bedtime. Still fighting off jetlag I"m sure. Talk to you all again soon! Merry Merry!
The beginning of the adventure occurred when we got to the airport in Grenada two hours early, and were STILL in the check in line 20 min. before our flight left. Not the quickest at the Liat counter on our little island, but they held the plane for us and shortly we were off.
Immediately, I became somewhat concerned when Paul started crying on take-off and was wide awake the whole flight to Barbados. Thinking "this does not bode well." And I was right. Paul barely napped at all during our 7 hour layover in Barbados, and was wide awake during our 6 hour flight to Toronto. It was a very long flight! He didn't scream the whole way, but was pretty fussy the entire time. Nothing like walking the aisles with a cranky baby, and mostly sympathetic looks from other passengers (although I'm sure some of them we're thinking not so sympathetic thoughts). We checked into our hotel in TO shortly after 11pm and left again before 7am. Not nearly long enough to enjoy one of the most comfortable beds in the world (thank-you Hilton!). Paul was again mostly awake and somewhat fussy on the four hour flight to Calgary, but we made it and all is well!
It was -36C today in our beautiful city! Somewhat shocking to us island dwellers. Poor P's little hands and feet are always like icicles. He's sleeping in a giant teddy bear outfit made of fleece compete with hood and feet. That will keep him warm!
Outside it is white and frosty everywhere. It just looks bloody cold. It's the type of cold where your skin starts to sting as soon as it hits the air and every breath is a shock to your system. But I must admit it is so pretty! I will always love the snow, cold, and a white Christmas. We've had fires, we've had hot chocolate, I'm wearing a cashmere sweater around for god's sake! Long undies, jeans!, fuzzy slippers, down duvets, hugs from my husband when we find eachother cozy and not disgusting with dripping sweat and BO!
I think the funniest thing that's happened so far was my homage to Grenadian driving: My Mom was trying to leave the Calgary airport which was jammed with traffic coming and going. Eight lanes all trying to merge into one, and everyone being selfish and cranky and not letting in anyone else. Finally I had had enough! I rolled down my window, stuck my whole arm out the window in the "stop" gesture to the car in the next lane, and he did! My mom was then able to merge over. Why is it that everyone can ignore a signal light, but when I actually take physical action they pay attention?! Anyway, I brought my head and my arm back in the window and said "and that's how we do it in Grenada!" Ha!
This morning we went to the mall to get P's pic taken with Santa. Turned out quite well! I must say my son sure is adorable! I also am hoping not to have to return to the mall anytime soon. What a madhouse! I love being home and all, but I forget how crazy busy it is everywhere! I laugh thinking that I was impatient the other day in Grenada waiting for 10 min. in traffic, where here it's taking us sometimes over an hour to inch our way along (esp. on these icy/snowy roads!).
Well it is way past my bedtime. Still fighting off jetlag I"m sure. Talk to you all again soon! Merry Merry!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
One year down...
So, we are finished year numero uno. Technically, Chris has one more test on Fri, but as far as I'm aware it doesn't count or go on transcripts, so I'm considering him already finished. What a year! Move to Caribbean, have a baby, start medical school, start social wk. degree, the list goes on. Many firsts! We've had ups and downs (boooo to 7 wks apart), but we have survived it and now here we are again....at Christmas.
Last year at this time I had just found out I was pregnant and was bursting to tell everyone. Now our baby is 4.5 months old. Time flies. I can barely remember my first two months at home with Paul. It was such a whirlwind of recovery, visits, late nights watching the Olympics, trips to the mall (I think I went to the mall almost everyday as it was a nice walk for me and P, and I could get out of the house for a chai. It was my version of physio). I'm sure the percocet and sleep deprivation had a lot to do with my hazy memory. All I know for sure is that I couldn't have gotten through it without mia madre. Kudos to you Mama!
These last few weeks on the island have also been a whirlwind of social events. I cannot believe how unbelievably lucky I am to come here and have an instant wealth of friendly spouses willing to help fill up my days. We've had Christmas parties, pool parties, sunset bbq's, the list goes on.
Today I went to town with friends, and then as soon as I got home Chris & P & I headed to the beach. The beach at dusk is so wonderful. We watched a cruise ship all lit up pull away from port. It looked like something out of Peter Pan (I'm not sure what that means, but I have an image in my head).
Chris continued his celebrations by going for sushi and then to the movies, but P needed to go to bed so he & I came home. Really I should be packing, but I am so totally over it. If worse comes to worse we can just throw odds and ends into the car and be done with it. Why must I always be so organized?!
Slowly getting rid of all the food in the house sucks. Tonight for dinner I ate the rest of a jar of bread and butter pickles, some fried potatoes and some taco chips. Healthy I know! Thought of eating the rest of the fishsticks too, but I felt too lazy to turn on the oven. On the upside, I think there is one lone beer left that I couldn't possibly leave behind. Mmmmmm, beer! Should have gotten a picture of me on the beach today nursing a baby AND a beer. Such class!
I've heard that Sunday in Calgary is going to begin the onset of a cold snap. Holy crap! I mean I could still be excited when I heard it was going to be -20 because I saw the pics of all the snow and frost and it looked so beautiful. But now I'm hearing crazy talk about highs of -31C, and I'm thinking that sounds a bit ridiculous. I don't think our bodies can tolerate such temperatures. Mom was going to bring P a bunting bag to the airport, I'd like one too please...
Last year at this time I had just found out I was pregnant and was bursting to tell everyone. Now our baby is 4.5 months old. Time flies. I can barely remember my first two months at home with Paul. It was such a whirlwind of recovery, visits, late nights watching the Olympics, trips to the mall (I think I went to the mall almost everyday as it was a nice walk for me and P, and I could get out of the house for a chai. It was my version of physio). I'm sure the percocet and sleep deprivation had a lot to do with my hazy memory. All I know for sure is that I couldn't have gotten through it without mia madre. Kudos to you Mama!
These last few weeks on the island have also been a whirlwind of social events. I cannot believe how unbelievably lucky I am to come here and have an instant wealth of friendly spouses willing to help fill up my days. We've had Christmas parties, pool parties, sunset bbq's, the list goes on.
Today I went to town with friends, and then as soon as I got home Chris & P & I headed to the beach. The beach at dusk is so wonderful. We watched a cruise ship all lit up pull away from port. It looked like something out of Peter Pan (I'm not sure what that means, but I have an image in my head).
Chris continued his celebrations by going for sushi and then to the movies, but P needed to go to bed so he & I came home. Really I should be packing, but I am so totally over it. If worse comes to worse we can just throw odds and ends into the car and be done with it. Why must I always be so organized?!
Slowly getting rid of all the food in the house sucks. Tonight for dinner I ate the rest of a jar of bread and butter pickles, some fried potatoes and some taco chips. Healthy I know! Thought of eating the rest of the fishsticks too, but I felt too lazy to turn on the oven. On the upside, I think there is one lone beer left that I couldn't possibly leave behind. Mmmmmm, beer! Should have gotten a picture of me on the beach today nursing a baby AND a beer. Such class!
I've heard that Sunday in Calgary is going to begin the onset of a cold snap. Holy crap! I mean I could still be excited when I heard it was going to be -20 because I saw the pics of all the snow and frost and it looked so beautiful. But now I'm hearing crazy talk about highs of -31C, and I'm thinking that sounds a bit ridiculous. I don't think our bodies can tolerate such temperatures. Mom was going to bring P a bunting bag to the airport, I'd like one too please...
Monday, December 8, 2008
December
Wow! It sure doesn't feel like Christmas when you're used to the snow and freezing weather, and instead it's a balmy 30C outside with tropical breezes blowing in over the ocean. Well, soon enough we will be back home. Less than a week!
I began packing today for THE MOVE, but am feeling somewhat uninspired, perhaps "overwhelmed" is more the right word. I'll start in one area, and then think "oh, but I want to get this done," so then I'll move on to another area. Right now I just have many piles all over the house as I have been pulling things outta drawers and cupboards. The difficulty is compounded by the fact that I am trying to separate what we'll be needing to pack to go home for Christmas at the same time. So far Paul's going home outfit consists of jammies, a hoody, and socks with crabs on them (perhaps a bit summery for Christmas in Calgary, but it's all he has to keep his feet warm upon arrival).
It's kinda hard because there are so many events to go to this last week of school, but because we have to get packed up, I don't really have time to go to most of them. A real bummer because some of my friends are leaving for good. Well, with each new semester more leave and more come. It's a constant turnover. Is a little sad to be saying goodbye every 6 months, but I'm sure I'll get to see many of these people again.
Tonight Paul & I are going to a sunset potluck bbq at our friends' house which is just down the road from us. They're renting a super cute little cottage right on the ocean with a big balcony overlooking Prickly Bay. Should be some nice views this evening. I'm dying to see the inside of this place.
I found out this afternoon that Paul has been accepted into the daycare program! Yay! I'm allowed to drop him off in the afternoons on Mon, Wed & Fri if I so desire. I'm very excited as I had heard that they were all booked up for next semester as they can only have so many infants at one time, but I guess someone else turned down the hours, so I was next on the list. The daycare facility is on the Grand Anse campus, which means that I am going to join the gym that is right across the street. It only costs 14EC for an afternoon (equivalent of $6). I'm very excited to be able to have a little bit of freedom here and there.
Currently I am ignoring a crying baby who needs to sleep so that we can go out this evening. Well, I best be off as I have to make an artichoke dip. Bye all!
I began packing today for THE MOVE, but am feeling somewhat uninspired, perhaps "overwhelmed" is more the right word. I'll start in one area, and then think "oh, but I want to get this done," so then I'll move on to another area. Right now I just have many piles all over the house as I have been pulling things outta drawers and cupboards. The difficulty is compounded by the fact that I am trying to separate what we'll be needing to pack to go home for Christmas at the same time. So far Paul's going home outfit consists of jammies, a hoody, and socks with crabs on them (perhaps a bit summery for Christmas in Calgary, but it's all he has to keep his feet warm upon arrival).
It's kinda hard because there are so many events to go to this last week of school, but because we have to get packed up, I don't really have time to go to most of them. A real bummer because some of my friends are leaving for good. Well, with each new semester more leave and more come. It's a constant turnover. Is a little sad to be saying goodbye every 6 months, but I'm sure I'll get to see many of these people again.
Tonight Paul & I are going to a sunset potluck bbq at our friends' house which is just down the road from us. They're renting a super cute little cottage right on the ocean with a big balcony overlooking Prickly Bay. Should be some nice views this evening. I'm dying to see the inside of this place.
I found out this afternoon that Paul has been accepted into the daycare program! Yay! I'm allowed to drop him off in the afternoons on Mon, Wed & Fri if I so desire. I'm very excited as I had heard that they were all booked up for next semester as they can only have so many infants at one time, but I guess someone else turned down the hours, so I was next on the list. The daycare facility is on the Grand Anse campus, which means that I am going to join the gym that is right across the street. It only costs 14EC for an afternoon (equivalent of $6). I'm very excited to be able to have a little bit of freedom here and there.
Currently I am ignoring a crying baby who needs to sleep so that we can go out this evening. Well, I best be off as I have to make an artichoke dip. Bye all!
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