*shows off toilet training certificate*
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treehavn was late to come pick me up today. That's totally fine, as I was thrilled to get the lift, but being somewhat paranoid about the event and nervous about getting home, I had a spasm of fear that she left without me, that I missed a phone call, that I misunderstood the plans, and I would be sitting out in front of the building until the next day with my little bag o'computer and my little red knapsack.
But she arrived. With new windshield wipers! w0000!
We drove to Guelph andtreehavn was treated to lunch with the Blossom clan, including my darling 16 month old nephew. The lunch time entertainment included: my mother helpfully explaining how she toilet trained me (at age two! Clearly I was a genius early on), and then terrifying my nephew with a spray can of whipped cream. That act was followed by my father pretending he could talk with an English accent to make treehavn feel at home. Though clearly that worked, as the two of them discussed Stonehenge. It's really not as big as you think it's going to be, you know. And treehavn explained to us that babies are like little drunk people, which I thought was very, very true. No bladder control, funny walking, and meaningless babble. Though my nephew can at this point say "no", "ball", "apple", "lucy", "mama", and possibly "kitty". Oh and he can fake sneezes with me, it's the special skill I taught him. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-CHO! It's good to teach children to fake it early on.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of me complaining about my ganglion and my mother saying, "Oh, you'll live."
More joy tomorrow, when the ENTIRE clan comes over to share a 7lb turkey. Forks at the ready, my friends!
treehavn was late to come pick me up today. That's totally fine, as I was thrilled to get the lift, but being somewhat paranoid about the event and nervous about getting home, I had a spasm of fear that she left without me, that I missed a phone call, that I misunderstood the plans, and I would be sitting out in front of the building until the next day with my little bag o'computer and my little red knapsack.But she arrived. With new windshield wipers! w0000!
We drove to Guelph and
treehavn was treated to lunch with the Blossom clan, including my darling 16 month old nephew. The lunch time entertainment included: my mother helpfully explaining how she toilet trained me (at age two! Clearly I was a genius early on), and then terrifying my nephew with a spray can of whipped cream. That act was followed by my father pretending he could talk with an English accent to make treehavn feel at home. Though clearly that worked, as the two of them discussed Stonehenge. It's really not as big as you think it's going to be, you know. And treehavn explained to us that babies are like little drunk people, which I thought was very, very true. No bladder control, funny walking, and meaningless babble. Though my nephew can at this point say "no", "ball", "apple", "lucy", "mama", and possibly "kitty". Oh and he can fake sneezes with me, it's the special skill I taught him. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-CHO! It's good to teach children to fake it early on.The rest of the afternoon consisted of me complaining about my ganglion and my mother saying, "Oh, you'll live."
More joy tomorrow, when the ENTIRE clan comes over to share a 7lb turkey. Forks at the ready, my friends!
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Date: 2003-10-13 07:19 pm (UTC)I didn't realise it was an English accent. Sorry.
Mmmmm...pumpkin pie.
Fat little knees!
Hit it with a hammer.
Spray cream. Memories for the therapist later on?
I think your dad hummed 'Amazing Grace' the entire time I was there. Does this mean anything?