Catch-Up

Not much to say- were busy getting ready for Christmas and our trip to Florida, where Isaac will meet his “Poppy Cal” for the first time. Hooray! We’re all a little excited; we don’t get to see nearly enough of AJ’s family.

I’ve got new posts on Dandelion Daisy (my cards), Mommyhood Confidential and Adventures in Home Ecomomics. I probably won’t get a chance to post while we’re away, but I’ve got a few scheduled to post on AIHE on Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays.

If  i’m not back before then… Merry Christmas, everyone!

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Where was I? Oh… Regina.

Back to my trip to Mulva… I mean, Dolores… er, Regina… and the RCMP depot:

So then in was Saturday. We got up, had the breakfast, went for a walk around a few blocks of downtown Regina. Then we took a trip back to the depot so I could have the grand tour- so much as I was allowed to have (for security reasons), at least. It’s a nice spot- lots of trees, brick buildings, sidewalks you’re not allowed to walk on. Excuse me- sidewalks that CADETS aren’t allowed to walk on. If you’re a guest or if you’ve graduated, you’re good to go. As a guest OF a cadet, however… well, no one wants to risk push-ups. Oh, but FYI: NO ONE walks on the grass. Not for long, anyway… (cue creepy music) Come to think of it, cadets don’t actually walk anywhere- they’re either jogging (doubling) or marching (after they earn their boots). They have to earn everything out there.

It was quite relaxed on the weekend, though. I got to see some of the classrooms, the gym, the pool, the parade square. I saw the cenotaph, which is sad and scary at the same time… seeing the names of the most recent guys who died in the line of duty… I try not to think about that too much.

Saturday night was dinner and a movie- I finally saw “Dark Knight”. So good. Then we watched this, and I nearly fell over laughing (warning: this is only funny if you’ve seen the movie. Seriously.)

That’s about it, short of a few details.

I had to leave very early on Sunday morning, so we were up before 5:00- too early to say goodbye, but I can’t really think of a time that would’ve been good for that. It just wasn’t long enough. Four months apart, then less than 40 hours together? Better than nothing, but I miss him more now than I did before. Eight weeks to go…

The Cottage- part 3

I WILL finish this!

Actually, there’s not much more to tell about the cottage trip. We took a couple of trips into town (Renfrew, ON), but we spent most days just doing whatever at the cottage. It’s kind of nice when you can’t just jump in the car and take off at any time, and when there’s nothing else you SHOULD be doing.

The boys and I had some rough nights out in the cabin. It was getting pretty cold at night, and the place isn’t insulated, so even with the heater out there, I spent parts of some nights in bed with Simon- the child will NOT keep a blanket on him when he’s sleeping. I also had Isaac in bed with me pretty much every night; he started crying as soon as I tried to put him in his own bed (EVERY time), and it wasn’t worth having him wake Simon up. Now, of course, he thinks that he should always be able to sleep in Mommy’s bed, which will become a problem if we can’t get it undone before it becomes Mommy and Daddy’s bed again. He’s just so bloody cute when he wakes up, rolls over and grins at me…

The high point of the whole trip for me was, of course, taking a couple of days to fly out to Regina to see AJ. It wasn’t easy to get THAT arranged, let me tell you! He had a long weekend, but it didn’t look like there was going to be anyone who could look after the boys while I was gone- more than a little depressing for me and AJ, let me tell you. Once Dad agreed to take an extra day off work so they could stay at the cottage long enough for me to go and come back (flying from and back to Ottawa), it was alright… except for some people’s worries about the boys’ sleep habits, and Isaac not having his beloved boobs around for a few days. I got away, though… that’ll be the next entry. I’m pushing my luck here just getting this much writing done while Ike’s asleep and Simon’s occupied; I don’t think I’ll tempt fate by starting the next bit.

The Cottage- part 2

The problem with catching up on this kind of thing is that so much other stuff is going on while I’m trying to get caught up that I seem to be getting farther behind every time I write…

Where was I? I think it was the boathouse, right? We were throwing our luggage, coolers, and baby equipment into the boats as quickly as we could to avoid the rain. It’s a beautiful lake. Alright, technically the lake itself is pretty much just water- it’s what surrounds the lake that’s beautiful. Some of the shoreline is inhabited during the summer, and those parts are covered in every shape and size of cottage and cabin you can imagine; in just a few minutes you can travel from my grandparents’ cottage, which has no indoor bathroom facilities (really!) to places that are impossibly huge and, well, civilized. Some of these people actually fly in- directly to their cottages. It’s obscene. Most of the area around the lake is pretty wild, though. It’s just trees (cedar, various evergreens, birch), ferns, moss and rugged Canadian Shield rock. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for the original settlers in the area, clearing the land… it must have been backbreaking work.

But back to the cottage. Grandma (affectionately known as “Grammar” for her her habit of perpetually correcting us) met us down at the dock, and Simon was out of the boat before the rest of us. He took his time checking things out: the big, screened-in side porch that went up several years ago, the open living room, dining room and kitchen, the loft with its 2 bedrooms, and my grandparents’ bedroom on the ground floor- not a bedroom door in sight. It’s possible to find privacy on the island, but it’s easier if everyone just gets used to hollering “ANYBODY HOME?” before going… well, anywhere. We dropped mom and dad’s stuff off at the main cottage, and took our suitcases and backpacks (mine and the boys’) out to the cabin- a separate building that was built just after my parents got married. Co-incidence? I doubt it. This would be one of those areas you can have some privacy, as long as you remember to shut the blinds. We slept out there so that we (and by “we” I mean Simon and Isaac) wouldn’t keep everyone awake at night. You know, with “our” crying.

Actually, the boys both settled in a lot more quickly than I had anticipated. Simon needed someone out in the cabin with him while he was falling asleep for the first week, so I was glad when Dad and Grampa both decided they were capable of singing and/or boring him to sleep. Isaac? Isaac will go to sleep anywhere there’s boob. Staying asleep… well, that’s another entry entirely.

What did we do at the cottage? Generally what we’ve always done. There’s a corner cupboard filled with the same toys and games my brother and I played with when we were kids, books, the island to explore, napping (which I rather missed this year!), boating and swimming. We watched the hummingbirds coming to the feeder and kept our eyes open to look for the loon family- two healthy babies this year, which is great news. There are years when none hatch, or when the babies don’t make it until August; the little floating islands people have built for them to nest on are helping with that. Simon was happy to stay close to the cottage at first, which suited me fine. I’m not generally a paranoid mom, but when there’s water around, I think it’s justified. Simon didn’t want to live in a big, puffy life jacket for two weeks (terribly unreasonable of him), so I had to be satisfied with trying to keep track of him every minute of every day. Having 5 adults on the island to help was good, but that didn’t stop visions of “Me? I thought YOU were watching him!” conversations from swirling though my mind. There are times when I wish Simon would be just a little less cautious… this wasn’t one of them.

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Oh- you still wondering about those bathroom facilities? Some people are surprised to hear that we still have an outhouse; others are disgusted. It’s not that bad, really! It’s private, but the side that faces away from the cottage is open at the top (but screened in, thank God), and the view’s nice. It doesn’t smell bad (OK, not THAT bad), and the only time it’s actually inconvenient is when it’s raining. Night time’s not great, either, but there are these white tin pots under the beds… Hand-washing and tooth-brushing happen at a sink in the cottage, but you have to get drinking water from the kitchen, and THAT comes from a well that you have to take a boat trip to get to so you can fetch that pail of water… It’s all good. Showers? Not so much. “Go jump in the lake” is more like it. We wouldn’t have it any other way.

Oh, crap- Simon’s hurt. Gotta go.

The Cottage- part 1

I say “part 1” because, as much as I’d like to present y’all with a coherent narrative of our entire trip to the cottage (and my all-too-brief visit with AJ in Regina), the odds of me having enough time to do that are slim, at best. Simon is watching “Lilo and Stitch” and Ike’s asleep for now, but they both have this nasty habit of needing me just when I’m settling in to do something that doesn’t involve them. They’re so childish…

You wouldn’t expect a 5-hour long road trip with a 6-month old and an almost-3 year old to go well, would you? I certainly didn’t. The cottage (which belongs to my grandparents) is a great place to relax, and it’s on a beautiful lake, but it takes forever to get there. When I was little it seemed to take days. I was prepared for a lot of whining and crying, and for having to make a lot of stops along the way, so I was pleasantly surprised when Ike slept most of the way and Simon was content to look out the windows, do a little colouring and tell me about every piece of construction equipment we passed along the way. We stopped for lunch in Kaladar (which for some reason I keep calling Kandahar, but that would’ve been a bit of a detour), where Simon charmed a group of senior-type ladies with his smiles and his adorable little physique in his sleeveless t-shirt. Other than a pit-stop at Timmies, that was our only stop, and the guys were fine with that.

ready to go!

ready to go!

Then… the cottage. Hitting the dirt road is always exciting- you know you’re almost there. By the time you hit the boathouse (not literally, please), the road is down to one lane, and the trees are reaching out to scratch at the sides of your car. Then it’s into the boat for a trip down the lake to the cottage, which is on a private island (really!). I’m glad my grandparents bought a big boat a few years ago that has a cover on it, because it was raining when we got there. That hasn’t been uncommon this summer; it’s been so wet that they’ve been seeing unprecedented mushroom growth on the island. (Insert your own joke here about how it’s good to have a fungi around on vacation- I’m too tired to think).

Aaaaaand there’s Ike. Told you he’d wake up as soon as I got started on this.