It's with a heavy heart I am posting these pictures. There are some images I've seen from Haiti I cannot get out of my mind: little girls broken and bruised with lost limbs, little boys clinging to life. It's very hard to see these things and not feel how truly, truly lucky we are.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
We went to the Rideau Canal Sunday. And, um, I had hoped it would be a great outing and make a good blog post: cute pictures, beautiful scenery, happy children, but it didn't quite work out that way. If you asked Rosemary how her first skate on the Canal was, she would probably tell you it was the worst day of her life. "Worst. Day. Ever. Mama."
Poor little thing. She was bundled in her stroller. She was having a reasonable time being pushed around, and then -- well, let's just say "skating on the canal" quickly turned into "screaming on the canal."
It was colder than I thought, -5, -11 with wind chill. We didn't bring the stroller cover. Finn thought nothing of winter when he was a baby, still doesn't. I just didn't even think she might not like being cold. Well, I won't be making that mistake again.
When we got home, I gave her some nursing time and placed her in the crib with her favorite toy*, "Sheepy," heater cranked. She clutched Sheepy, sighed that post-gigantic-cry sigh, and never looked so happy to see nap time.
At least we got tons of cute pictures, right? Nope, nope, Dylan forgot to put the memory card in the camera. Sigh. It really is incredible skating, but just don't ask Rosemary.
*There are pictures of Sheepy. Grandma gave Rosemary her sheep, and Finn gave the blanket with a lamb's head a name. Anyway, Rosemary is very attached to said sheep now. It's all very cute. In the morning, when I get her out of her crib, she's always standing there holding onto the bars. As soon as I open the door, she very quickly bends down and grabs Sheepy. "Quickly Sheepy! Our ride is here. You don't want t o be left in this prison all day." Adorable.