Co-sleeping: not ending any time soon
After spending weeks in anticipation of her new bed arriving, (“When my bed comes I’m going to sleep all by myself”) Mallory now ascends the stairs to bed saying, “I only want to sleep in daddy’s bed.” So much for that.
Sad about the leaves
Mallory’s had a cold and a cough for the last couple of days and for the second day in a row we got the call from her day care suggesting strongly we come get her.
André Cornellier needs a PR course
I work for a union. I’ve been a union supporter for all my adult life. For all their imperfections I believe working people are almost always better off with a union than without. But the president of the Ottawa local of the Amalgamated Transit Union has me getting off the union bus.
Why have kids
I apologize for the greeting card sentiment you are about to read, but I’m feeling overwhelmed by the love I feel for my daughter right now.
The little singer
For about the first year of Mallory’s life Irene and I walked, rocked and sang her to sleep with a bottle of breast milk. And even after we substituted lying in bed and reading stories, I would occasionally sing her a song or two after lights out.
Booless
This is the first night of her two and a half years that Mallory is not spending with either her mommy or her daddy. She’s staying with her Aunt Janet, Uncle Derek and her three cousins. The house feels really empty. And not just because we’ve been emptying it in anticipation of our move. Irene and I spent the day readying the house for painting, cleaning and choosing paint colours. And wondering if any minute we were going to get the call, telling us our daughter was inconsolable and that we needed to come get her.
Mallory, tourist
Irene, Mallory and I are in Québec City for a few days, part of our actual vacation. The rest of our time off work this summer is going to be all about moving.
Dinosaur music
Mallory picked up some form of illness yesterday or the day before which manifested itself in a rapid transformation from happy kid to fever-ridden rag doll between the time Irene left the park after day care and the time she arrived home.
I don’t want to go to day care
“I want to go to pre-school room.†This is what Mallory told us this morning as we were gearing up to flee the (spotless, still for sale) house.
Parental ingenuity. Or something
We were at a work function. We’d forgot a change of clothes. And her snack. There were no other kids. It wasn’t going well.
Old Macdonald had a canoe
We were on our way out to Lac La Pêche yesterday afternoon, the canoe strapped on top of the car, paddles, PFDs and what not stuffed in the back, listening to Mallory singing.
The end of diapers
Tonight, for the first night in her life, Mallory sleeps without diapers. Arguably, we should have done it weeks ago. She’s been dry in the morning for a couple of months, at least, and now on occasion gets me up in the middle of the night to go pee. So it’s past time.
Bursting heart moment
So maybe it was a bit coached, but Mallory told me she loved me this evening. First time ever.
Cute Mallory moment #43569
Mallory was on her way to bed this evening when – as happens on good days – she stopped by the kitchen to say goodnight.
Single parenting makes me think
I’m on my own for a bit — Irene’s in Geneva for work — from yesterday until Thursday afternoon. I’ve looked after Mallory on my own for several days at a time on a few occasions, so I’m fine with it this time. How could I possibly complain when it’s the teachers at Mallory’s day care who will be doing most of the work anyway? But it does make me think a bit.
