it's really all about trucks

T wanted to go to the library after daycare today. Or the libary as he calls it. He loves pushing the buttons on the elevator and looking at the books on display in the children's section. "Where are the truck books?" Off we went into the stacks, T somehow found a dinosaur book on the way to the transportation shelves. We picked out 6 more truck books for us all to read this week.




If T wants us to read he tells us "say it louder" or "I want to hear it".


At home, there was a parcel waiting for us from Florida. I asked T what he thought was inside as I was opening up the mailing tube (I already knew what it was). T said "a crane"? And when I took out the poster, he said hopefully "maybe it is a truck". And he was so happy when I unrolled the poster - "it is a truck!"

Thanks P in Florida!

Here's a project I've been working lately.

They are baby beanies I've been knitting as part of a project some local churches are involved in - to collect 10,000 beanies to distribute to various children's charities by Christmas 2009. D has been wondering if I plan on kitting out an entire hospital's worth of babies but for now I've had to stop as too much knitting is making my wrists and thumbs ache.

mummy guilt

Got a call from T's preschool just after lunch to say that he'd thrown up this morning but was acting his usual self. Did I want to come and get him? After about a half hour I could no longer take the overwhelming guilt and left work to pick up my little guy.

Of course, he was running around the playground, pink cheeks, happy, busy and no sign of any bug anywhere. But one of his classmates was off sick and that's why they called me. It wasn't such a bad thing to be standing in the playground, in the sunshine, watching a group of busy, 3 and 4 year olds running around, sliding down slides, etc. After a while we came home and my little lad played with trucks and puzzles and didn't feel ill until bedtime. But after some medicine and cuddles and something to eat, he took his truck to bed for his animals to see and fell asleep on the floor. I don't know why but periodically he likes to sleep on the floor. Definitely something he doesn't get from me - I love my bed. Can't imagine choosing to sleep on a floor!

D was home late tonight so late supper of mixed rice with vegetables and chicken in peanut sauce. Yum! I think that was the first thing I ever made for D.

The recipe for the peanut sauce is adapted from the Rebar Cookbook:
1/4 c peanut butter
2 minced cloves garlic
1 tbsp minced ginger
1 tbsp sweet thai chili sauce
1/4 c soy sauce
2 tbsps red wine vinegar
2 tbsps brown sugar
2 tbsps lime juice
a splash of veggie stock to thin out

sunshine at last

Spring at last. And daffodils on the kitchen counter, courtesy of the Bradner Daffodil Festival last Sunday. The camelia and the star magnolia are blooming in the front yard. All is good.

T gets to play outside so much more now and is a tired little guy when it rolls around to bedtime - what a blessing! Of course, he's usually covered in dirt but all good!

I made the mistake of telling him about his playdate for next Sunday and of course, he wanted to go to the park and meet D right now. All the way home he kept saying, "D is really close now!". But by the time we got home, he seemed to understand my explanations about Sunday being 4 days away (but mummy it's sunny now). I think the sight of the "rogader" (road grader) distracted him a bit - he loves trucks.