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I am not ready to give her up!

It may be ridiculous, but all I can be right now is sad.

Summer hasn’t even started yet, and already it’s too short.  Two months?  That’s barely enough time to picnic, forget finishing our unpacking, fixing up the house, gardening, heading to the lake, and all the other things we want to do.  We’re going to blink and it will be time for school again.

Autumn used to be my favourite time of year.  I loved the weather, the leaves, the fact that most folk stopped coming to the lake – leaving it just for us…  I loved everything about it.  Now I’m dreading it.

Autumn this year means my baby is leaving me.  And the kicker?  I’m the one who convinced her to give grade one a try, she wanted to stay home and have me teach her.  But Ms. Jackson, the grade one teacher at Mayfair?  She’s fabulous.  Is so obviously passionate about her kids, and I just know Lily-Ann could learn so much from having her be a daily part of her life.  I’m just so not ready to give her up.  Not even close to ready.

Moving from Pre-k to Kindergarten was hard enough.  I still miss our Friday afternoons.  But the idea that come Fall I will only have my girl for a few hours every day???  It’s just too much.  I honestly cried myself to sleep last night.  It’s ridiculous, I know.  I can’t help it though.  I am not ready to give her up.

We haven’t even started Summer holidays and already I’m depressed and upset over Summer coming to an end.  How the heck am I going to make it through?  There isn’t enough time in the world to prepare me for giving up my daughter full time to the school system.  Can’t she go part time?  Honestly?  Truly?  Is that an option?  Because THAT would make it all better.

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Toilet Fishing

Sooo….

A few days ago I’m in the middle of cleaning up some craft stuff the kid and I had been using when I hear her yelling from the bathroom.  Turns out that, while she was sitting on the toilet, she stopped to gaze in at what she’d produced and off popped her bracelet for a 8.9 splashdown.  My hands are covered in stuff (crafting, remember?), I’m in the middle of a gooey mess.  And I, grateful that her Dad is home, yell for assistance.  Not impressed at being pulled away from whatever he happened to be doing (I’m guessing a game on FB or the Wii) he comes around the corner to ask what I am bellowing about.

“So you expect ME to get it out of there?!?!”

“No.  I just need you to find me a wire hanger and unravel it, and I’ll be there in a second to get it out.”

A bunch of groaning and grunting follows.  This prompts me to make an inquiry of my dear husband, whom I love so very much:  “How many times have you fished something out of the toilet that Lily put there?”

“None.”

“Exactly.”

This prompts a further query on my part:  “Did you think we had the only kid who has NEVER put something in there?”

Silence.

“Do you want to take a guess at how many times I’ve gone toilet fishing in the last four years?”

Silence.

“I didn’t think so.”

At this point I stormed off rather dramatically to finish trying to constrain the glittery mess that threatened to engulf our living space.  Very honestly I still had every intention of fishing out her bobble myself.  But when I came back to the bathroom I noted a straightened hanger sitting beside the loo, and a lovely little bracelet with rainbow beads drip drying from the last remaining hook.

Yep.

Sometimes all a person needs reminding of is how much of the mess they DON’T see.

And nope, the incident has never been mentioned since.

And then the shark came…

The wee girlie and I shared many adventures today.  We went for a walk to the spray park near our house.   We pretended to be acrobats, doctors, and soccer monsters.  We crafted up a storm.  But the picture I ended up choosing to share was of an entirely different adventure.

The things Lily-Ann remembers often astounds me.  I’m not sure where she comes up with half the things she does – but obviously she heard or saw something at some point that made things come together in just the right way for her.  LOL  Today was one of those things.  Obviously she got the idea from some place…  but I have no idea where.  LMAO

Our adventure goes something like this…

Lily-Ann is playing in her playhouse, when she leans out the window and says to me:  “I’m going down to the river.”

Me:  “Where’s the river?”

Girlie:  (pointing)  “Right over there.”

Me:  “Okay.  Should I draw a river on the sidewalk over there.”

Girlie:  “Good idea mom!”

I set to work drawing waves with two different shades of blue sidewalk chalk, stopping from time to time to ask her if there are enough waves yet.

Girlie:  “Good work momma!  That looks great!”

Me:  “Thank you Lily-Ann.  I appreciate your good manners, and I’m so glad you like it”

Girlie:  “Wanna go swimming?”

Me:  “I was thinking I’d sit on the bank and do some fishing.”

With her approval, I go digging around the yard to find just the right “fishing pole”, and find a comfy spot beside the chunk of sidewalk that is now a river.  While I’m pretending to fish, the girl decides to swim…  but announces that she isn’t a girl any longer.  She’s a fish – so I should try to catch her.

After a little while I catch my quarry.  It appears I’m pretty good at fishing.

I get to talking with my little fish, and we decide that I couldn’t possibly cook her for dinner, seeing how we get along so well.  😉

The game then evolves a little, and Lily-Ann figures we should do some more drawing.  She passes me a piece of chalk and asks me  to draw some fish…

We draw cute fish, and scrawny fish, and tiny fish too.  And then she draws a shark.  Oh my!  So what do you think happens next?  Well, the wee girlie grabs a piece of pink chalk and begins to draw circles around all the fish we’ve drawn.  LMAO  The shark, it appears, was hungry.

The wee girlie then lays down on the river, announcing it’s safe to do so, even for a fish like her – because the shark is full now.  LOL

Gotta love a shark-infested-sidewalk-chalk-river.  😉

playing in a sidewalk-chalk-river

And then a shark came...

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