toes

Here I am, on the computer and writing a couple emails, IM chatting with a friend. Thomas is watching a kids show on TV, enjoying his day with no school.
I look over to the couch, and Thomas has his big toe in his mouth. Eww.

me: Thomas, that's gross.
T: hahahahaha!
me: no, really, that's gross.
T: HAHAHAHA!!! {inserts the rest of his toes}

mental note-make Thomas have a bath tonight.

of course it's cold!

I don't know if I will ever understand people ordering food, and then returning it - not because there is anything wrong with it, I can understand that - but returning it solely because either
a: they didn't know what it was before they ordered it and now can't handle what it is
or
b: they are foolish.
I had a table in today, who ordered a chowder to share, a salad to share and another appetizer. This is a usual happening, people want the best of both worlds without being to gluttonous. In and of itself not a problem.
My issue today resulted from said guests frowning at the chowder, split into two bowls 'cause we are nice like that, when it was dropped at the table. "We only ordered one" was the comment they had to make, and our server kindly responded that "this is one, we just put it into two smaller bowls for you to share".
At this point, you would think things are all peachy. In the land of normal people, things are great.
The server continues on about her business for the remainder of the experience, never really unavailable to them because it never really got busy at all today. At the end, the two bowls of chowder are sitting, untouched, on the table.
The people that I will never really understand, the breed that don't really understand how restaurants work or just don't care, call the server over to the table.
"our soup is cold".
REALLY? You mean after you let it sit on the table for 15 minutes, it didn't hold it's heat? I can't imagine what possible reason could cause such a catastrophe as that.
"Oh, I'm really sorry, can I get you a new bowl?"
"No, we are done."
Hmmm. I understand that cold soup is not tasty. That, my friends, is normal. I can't really wrap my head around how you can let your bowl of soup sit on a regular table, not a hot plate or anything as fancy as that, for the entire duration of your meal and chit chat, and then complain that it is cold, please take it off my bill I don't really want it.

If you didn't really want it, DON'T ORDER IT!

wake up call

I was laying in bed this morning, very much enjoying the act of sleeping that was taking place after a long night at work last evening. Right around 8:30, I answered the phone. My mom was on the phone, cancelling our dinner plans, because my sister in law Angela's water had broken this morning.
It's spring break right now, and Eleanor hasn't had to go to school for the last 2 weeks, which means we have been enjoying some very lazy mornings. Much like this one was shaping up to be, before the phone call.
I hang up the phone, and mumble to Vanessa that dinner is off, because Angela's water has broken. Instantly awake, her mind is racing.

V: Are you going to come out to Maple Ridge with us, or stay here and sleep?
Me: mmm...sleep
V: Really? It's not every day that a baby is born!
Me: Actually, there are thousands born everyday.
V: Obviously...I meant in our family
Me: mmm...sleep

I don't know that I have seen Vanessa and the kids get ready that quickly, even when Eleanor is going to be late for school. Off they went, in record time.
I should tell you that I do work again tonight, tomorrow I will head out there to visit & help with the kids. Until then, I went back to sleep.

Sweet Sweet Sleep.

welcome Audrey

I had to put up this picture that Vanessa took of Eleanor holding Audrey, her new cousin. Audrey is around 20 hours old, give or take. Eleanor could not get enough of this brand new living person, she was in her glory for almost 45 minutes holding Audrey while she slept.



I love this picture. Great job Vanessa.