A couple weeks ago, I was flipping though the channels and came across an Oprah show. I'm not sure what it was about. There was something about a boy who was baking, for some reason, and his favourite recipe was from Paula Deen. I was intrigued and decided to give it a try.
It's always summer here so I guess I could say everyday is perfect. But I thought I would share some pictures, and caption them, to create the perfect day. They are all from different times, and moments, but we can put them together into one ultimate day.
We're all set. The bags are packed and we're heading off for a get-away-weekend.
Check out the view! I can see clouds and the ocean!
Oh mommy! Look at the swimming pool. Can we go swimming please?
First we need to make sure we have our sunscreen on.
Mommy... are you coming????
After a morning of swimming, it's time for lunch, followed by a ......
nap by the poolside.
Since we spent the morning by the pool, I think this afternoon we should hang out on the beach.
Check out the sunset. Isn't this gorgeous?
Dinner time. Let's have some fresh seafood. On the beach!
You know it's been a great summer day, when this is how you end it!
(OK, so this was more than 5 pictures. But it was too much fun to cut it down to just 5.)
I just wanted to write you, and let you know how much I love you. I know it's not always easy to tell, I complain, throw tantrums, call you names sometimes. But I do love you. You often tell me that I'm 4, so I'm now a big boy, but I think you sometimes forget that.
I know you had a hard time deciding to switch me from the French School to IST. Most of my mates at the French School I've known since I was 6 months. The French School has a very family feel to it. I loved it there, and I know you feel guilty for switching me schools. But mommy, IST is a good school. And better yet, you're there!
Mommy, you worry too much. I know you come spy on me everyday at break time. And you worry. You see me playing alongside others, but not really interacting with them. And you worry. Am I lonely? Am I missing my mates? Did you make the wrong decision. Mommy, I've only been at school for one week now. It's a much bigger school than the French School. Give me some time. I come home and tell you I had fun. I wake up and want to go to school. That's a good sign is it not? So please stop worrying.
You always tell your mates, that are having babies, that they should trust in themselves. So take your own advice. Don't worry so much about me. I'm ok.
Thank you for always thinking of me and worrying. I know that means you love me. But please, stop being a stalker mom! Let me be the big boy you tell me I am.
Ethan James Nisbet!
This letter from Ethan was brought to you by Mama Kat and her Writer's Workshop.
My mum's brother went to China for business. He was there for a couple of months, and came back bearing gifts. He brought back some bags, for my mum, myself and a few relatives. These bags are huge! I'm almost wondering if it's a diaper bag. Scott thinks I should use it for my scrapbooking things. Ethan has another use for it.
This moment of happiness has been brought to you by Leigh and the Happiness Project.
I don't cook. Yes, I know we all know this. Just thought I'd remind everyone. For the longest time, Scott would do the cooking. Poor fella. He'd work all day, then have to make dinner for us. Then about 2 years ago, Lunesia joined our family. She works for the Marines, but 3 times a week, after her day at the Marine House, she'd come over and cook for us. It was great.
Two weeks ago Lunesia informed me she was going on leave. She gets one month vacation, and usually breaks it up into 4 one week vacations throughout the year, instead of taking it all at once. I figured she was telling me she would be away for a week. She then tells me she's having a baby. In two weeks time. Which means her leave is a maternity leave, which means she'll be away for 3 months.
Ethan suggested we eat pizza everyday for the next 3 months. Scott and I thought we could handle the cooking ourselves. Or rather, he'd do the cooking. Today is day 4 without Lunesia. We've decided we need a cook. How pathetic!
The craziest reason I ever got in trouble as a child.
I'd like to think I was a pretty decent kid. I didn't get into too much trouble. I was even considerate enough to postpone my rebellious years until my late teens. While my dad was strict, he was fair. He taught me responsibility and gave me his trust, as opposed to asking me to earn it.
I never had a curfew. That doesn't mean I got to stay out all night. We had a deal, my dad and I. If I wanted to go out, I'd ask permission. My dad would ask me what time I would get home. I'd tell him. Now since he didn't impose this time on me, it was expected I would be home at said time. If I couldn't be, I'd have to call.
One summer night, I must have been 14 or 15, I had plans to go to the cinema with a group of mates. My dad approved of the group, and accepted the time I planned to come home. We were aiming for a 7 o'clock show, and since I was using public transportation, I expected to be home a little after 10.
It was a Tuesday, which meant cheap movie night (gosh, am I dating myself here?). We didn't plan our meeting time properly, as we missed the 7 o'clock show. What to do? A few mates said they would not be able to stay for the 9 o'clock show and opted to hang out for a bit, then leave. Four mates we left. Two were siblings, and lived near the cinema, so we hung out at their place.
By choosing to go to the 9 o'clock show, I knew I would not be home by 10, so I did the responsible thing and called home. My parents were out. We didn't have an answering machine either. But, I'm responsible and my dad trusts me, so I called a neighbour, and told them my story. They promised to pass the message onto my parents.
I cannot remember what movie we saw. It ended and we all hopped on a bus home. I lived in a suburb area. The bus we took, took us to a mall where we'd change buses. I was now with 2 mates. Both male. One was spending the night at the others house. When we reached the last bus stop and had to change buses, we noticed that I missed the last bus home. The guys decided it was not safe for me to be on my own, so offered to walk me home.
By the time we made it home, it was about 1am. Oops. My dad was awake.
I'd like to point out, that technically I didn't get into trouble. Instead, my dad's brother called me the next day. He lived in Brampton. He wanted me to spend the summer there. It was more of a command that a question. I basically got shipped off that summer.
A few years ago, my mom was chatting with one of her mates, and this incident came up. My mom said how she and my dad were worried. Who knows what I was up to? Drugs? Getting pregnant for all they knew. I couldn't help but laugh. Seriously mom? I would've thought you had more faith in the way you raised me!
School starts this week, which means teachers have returned. Audrey came back bearing gifts: chocolate chips for me, and Goldfish for Ethan. Of course, that meant we had to include them in our muffin tin meal.
We have a slice of cheese, pasta with meat and Goldfish.