I need to make a t-shirt that reads: I survived the Single Greatest Restaurant Event of the Year. I am alive. Barely awake, but alive. We did have the best day ever, even without the boss man around. I do think that this will bode well for both my chef and I, as we did rock the show today. I know that our supporting cast helped us knock the ball out of the park, in fact shattering the sales record from last year by over $2500. $14,952 is the amount of sales we had up until 5pm. That total doesn't even include the dinner shift.
That being said, I have very little energy, and nowhere near enough to go into why I have been blessed with the best wife ever. I know, and I hope that the kids know, that they have the best mom ever.
(And the best grandma's ever too :)
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
flip flops
Every year Old Navy has a major flip flop sale. For the second year running, the kids have each got a pair of flip flops for the summer season, which will be very well used, according the last years pair.
Today we went on an adventure to the BC Children's hospital, partly for a shot at getting in to see Eleanor's E.N.T. doctor, and partly to see the snuggly & wiggly Ryder.
After the hour long drive to make it to Vancouver, we went in to the clinic to get an appointment with Dr. Kozak, who by the way is the best Otolaryngologist anyone has ever seen. It is not for a couple hours, so we make our way to see Ryder, and give him some love and cuddles.
Down to have lunch at the very busy cafeteria (dubbed the crapateria a long time ago by Vanessa and I after eating there for 3 months straight). After all of this walking, the new flip flops have decided that they do not enjoy the rough and tumble massaging that is the children's feet walking inside of them. The shoes have made the decision to rebel, and are starting to slowly eat the feet of the kids wearing them. Blisters are starting to form, their little bodies trying to use the only defense they know how to keep the evil shoes from devouring the only set of feet that the kids will ever have.
By the end of the day, the kids find it a challenge to walk anywhere, the very idea of having to walk is making them cranky and annoyed. Until we stop at the gas station to get a snack for the ride home. Then it goes from sore feet, to running into the store to pick out some chips. The brief stop to get a snack revitalizes the weary feet somehow, and all goes well. On the way home, Thomas starts to take an inventory of the damage to his feet.
"I have 3 blis-terds on my feet". Yup, he had blis-terds. Somehow, he has more than one blis, 3 in fact. And they had terds.
There are 4 little feet right now that are very happy to be away from the constant gnawing of the evil flip flops, and relishing in the glory of being naked and healing. Soon, they will be blis-terd free.
Today we went on an adventure to the BC Children's hospital, partly for a shot at getting in to see Eleanor's E.N.T. doctor, and partly to see the snuggly & wiggly Ryder.
After the hour long drive to make it to Vancouver, we went in to the clinic to get an appointment with Dr. Kozak, who by the way is the best Otolaryngologist anyone has ever seen. It is not for a couple hours, so we make our way to see Ryder, and give him some love and cuddles.
Down to have lunch at the very busy cafeteria (dubbed the crapateria a long time ago by Vanessa and I after eating there for 3 months straight). After all of this walking, the new flip flops have decided that they do not enjoy the rough and tumble massaging that is the children's feet walking inside of them. The shoes have made the decision to rebel, and are starting to slowly eat the feet of the kids wearing them. Blisters are starting to form, their little bodies trying to use the only defense they know how to keep the evil shoes from devouring the only set of feet that the kids will ever have.
By the end of the day, the kids find it a challenge to walk anywhere, the very idea of having to walk is making them cranky and annoyed. Until we stop at the gas station to get a snack for the ride home. Then it goes from sore feet, to running into the store to pick out some chips. The brief stop to get a snack revitalizes the weary feet somehow, and all goes well. On the way home, Thomas starts to take an inventory of the damage to his feet.
"I have 3 blis-terds on my feet". Yup, he had blis-terds. Somehow, he has more than one blis, 3 in fact. And they had terds.
There are 4 little feet right now that are very happy to be away from the constant gnawing of the evil flip flops, and relishing in the glory of being naked and healing. Soon, they will be blis-terd free.
Friday, May 4, 2007
shoe tying buffers
The start of this morning was about getting Eleanor and Vanessa out of the house, reasonably on time, for her "transportation" field trip. The kindergarten class is taking the Skytrain & Seabus to the Lonsdale Quay today, and Vanessa gets to help chaperone. I helped Eleanor pick out some clothes, which involved the vetoing of first shorts, then a skirt. We decided to settle on capri's, and while she was brushing her teeth I was off to make her lunch. Halfway through, I realized that Vanessa would need lunch too, since the teachers would probably frown on her taking off for some McDonald's halfway through the field trip. The girls are finally ready to go, and Eleanor calls me over to watch see something.
She puts her shoes on, and proceeds to tie them up, in a double knot. This in itself isn't such a miracle, that a child can tie her own shoes. The surprising part is, it wasn't Vanessa or I that showed her how. It was another child her in class that taught her.
THANK YOU BROOKLYN!
Teaching shoe tying is not a task I was looking forward too, and she has it nailed down now.
After they leave, it gets quiet in the house. Thomas and I sit down to have some cereal, and it is here that I come to the conclusion that now would be a good time to break the disheartening news about the Canucks to Thomas.
Me: Hey Thomas, the Canucks lost their hockey game last night
T: Oh no. It's hard to win the game when you can't get any points.
(he's almost 5, and he has that concept down pat. Maybe he should talk to the Canucks powerplay team?)
Me: You got that right. This means that they are out of the playoffs now, no more hockey until September, when you start kindergarten.
T: BUST...MY...BUFFERS
If you have never watched any Thomas the Tank Engine, then you probably wouldn't know that this is where the saying comes from. The show is full of little sayings, my other favorite is "bossy boiler" referring to an engine that is being bossy. Rest assured, that this was quite comical in his delivery, emphatically saying every word. I don't know that he will actually mind hockey being over though, as now I won't have to rush home from work and stare at the t.v., I will be able to play with them before they go to bed.
Enjoy your summer Vancouver Canucks, I look forward to next year.
She puts her shoes on, and proceeds to tie them up, in a double knot. This in itself isn't such a miracle, that a child can tie her own shoes. The surprising part is, it wasn't Vanessa or I that showed her how. It was another child her in class that taught her.
THANK YOU BROOKLYN!
Teaching shoe tying is not a task I was looking forward too, and she has it nailed down now.
After they leave, it gets quiet in the house. Thomas and I sit down to have some cereal, and it is here that I come to the conclusion that now would be a good time to break the disheartening news about the Canucks to Thomas.
Me: Hey Thomas, the Canucks lost their hockey game last night
T: Oh no. It's hard to win the game when you can't get any points.
(he's almost 5, and he has that concept down pat. Maybe he should talk to the Canucks powerplay team?)
Me: You got that right. This means that they are out of the playoffs now, no more hockey until September, when you start kindergarten.
T: BUST...MY...BUFFERS
If you have never watched any Thomas the Tank Engine, then you probably wouldn't know that this is where the saying comes from. The show is full of little sayings, my other favorite is "bossy boiler" referring to an engine that is being bossy. Rest assured, that this was quite comical in his delivery, emphatically saying every word. I don't know that he will actually mind hockey being over though, as now I won't have to rush home from work and stare at the t.v., I will be able to play with them before they go to bed.
Enjoy your summer Vancouver Canucks, I look forward to next year.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
ipod
Last night our sweet little darling Eleanor was having a hard time going to sleep. She was having fears about having a nightmare. One of her friends told her a story about someone being stabbed in the heart a few months ago, and at the time, she was afraid of having a dream about it. Last night, it popped up again. Because of this, she didn't get to sleep until after 10pm.
That brings us to this morning, where we were all just laying in bed, ignoring the fact that it was after 8am and Eleanor was late for school. The princess was having a small fit, mostly because she wanted to be sleeping still I think.
The best part, as we were laying there trying not to react to the frequent grumblings from the other side of the bed, Thomas tells us he wants and ipod. Not sure that she heard him correctly, Vanessa asks him what he just said.
T: I want an ipod.
V: Do you even know what an ipod is?
T: yeah, it has like a thousand songs on it, and games.
V: How do you know that?
T: Daddy has one.
I think that he has listened to a song on my ipod a total of one time, and I think that I have used it a total of one time in front of them in the 6 months that I have had it.
I should probably get used to this, the boy asking for all the cool new gadgets that are out there as I'm sure the requests will get more emphatic as he gets older.
And more expensive.
That brings us to this morning, where we were all just laying in bed, ignoring the fact that it was after 8am and Eleanor was late for school. The princess was having a small fit, mostly because she wanted to be sleeping still I think.
The best part, as we were laying there trying not to react to the frequent grumblings from the other side of the bed, Thomas tells us he wants and ipod. Not sure that she heard him correctly, Vanessa asks him what he just said.
T: I want an ipod.
V: Do you even know what an ipod is?
T: yeah, it has like a thousand songs on it, and games.
V: How do you know that?
T: Daddy has one.
I think that he has listened to a song on my ipod a total of one time, and I think that I have used it a total of one time in front of them in the 6 months that I have had it.
I should probably get used to this, the boy asking for all the cool new gadgets that are out there as I'm sure the requests will get more emphatic as he gets older.
And more expensive.
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