Wednesday, May 20, 2020

World Turned Upside Down and Finny gets SCAMMED

And so begins the series of Covid posts. Covid? Oh, just a wee global pandemic that has kept us inside since March 17th (aside from time outside and distanced and inside in oddly rearranged grocery stores).

I will be doing some Covid posts, but to get me in the mood (and because we spent about 45 minutes reading blog books out loud tonight), I just need to jump in.

One of the most dreaded questions under any circumstances, but especially Covid-times, is "what's for dinner?". Two of the three kids are endlessly hungry these days. And grocery stores are weird. So it gets annoying.

I had a zoom call with the BYTs tonight and it was getting late, so Eric suggested pizza. We ordered on the app and we were chatting. Finny came into the kitchen from upstairs, guessed it....what's for dinner. Argh.

Hot dogs (she hates hot dogs). She moaned. I knew she would. I protested (pretty good acting, I thought). I told her the BBQ was already heating up (the BBQ was sitting next to her on the floor stone cold and inside). She begged for...wait for I knew she would. No, I told her. No pizza. No, Eric told her. No pizza. Hot dogs. And stop moaning.

She started to gear up her propaganda machine. She always has an angle and a sales pitch. And she really hates hot dogs. She started to bargain. She quickly got to a year of no complaining basketball filming for Split Second. That sounded like a pretty good deal for a dinner we had already ordered. I fake protested that under no circumstances should Eric make that deal. No...don't do it. They shook on it.

And then I showed her the pizzas, all ready to be picked up and ready to go.

She says she has never felt more betrayed. We enjoyed it very much :)

Although, as a postscript, in her next breath, she started bargaining for WAGES for the filming. She never lets up, that girl!

P.P.S. It's after 1:00 in the morning and the kids are downstairs in their rooms in a nerf gun battle. We have lost the fight. Covid-times are strange!

Monday, February 24, 2020

Driving with Miss Molly (and her brother and sister)

Over the years, I have deluded myself that our family morning routine of dropping each of the kids off at school is a precious time to connect with them before the rigors of a busy day. In theory, this sounds great. A few moments to start our day together in the same space. In practice, this seldom works. 

Sometimes, it does. There are magical unicorn days that have us running mysteriously ahead of schedule. The cupboards are full of good lunch foods and the kids are walking out together, joking with one another, bags full of sandwiches, snacks and fruit in reusable containers. Everyone gets to school on time and with parting words of love. 

Unicorn days. Like, crazy rare/imaginary.

Other days, there are hastily assembled food oddities left on the counter for the kids to scrounge through and mostly leave behind. Inevitably, one person takes FOREVER to get out of the door and makes the other two IRATE and LATE. This feud starts in the driveway with anger and recrimination and continues for the entirety of the journey. Every single comment by every single person ignites a series of criticisms or mockery. Everyone's nerves are frayed and exposed. 

We had that day. It was miserable and mean. And we were late. There was blame. At the end of Finny's ride, she said that if that had been an Uber ride, she would have given me the lowest possible rating. I wondered out loud if we could rate passengers...her rating would ALSO have been VERY LOW.

Long story short, by the time we had delivered Lukey and it was just me and Molly in the car, she climbed into the front seat and we put on a song we both like (and these are usually the songs reviled by the other two). We turned the corner off of Discovery Street and it was a completely different experience. We were singing and the heavy blanket of the other two and their grumpy morning had been dropped off with Lukey. 

"Mumma, if I were rating my Uber ride, you'd get perfect."

I don't have endless car rides to school with that girl left. Far from endless, in fact. Very few. I'm happy my rating is high. 

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Time flies...

Molly's birthday. Her 17th. How did this happen? It feels like just yesterday that Pidge and I were touring a brewery in Germany on Molly's first birthday (isn't that what every one year old MOST wants to do?). 

There is no more lovely 17 year old anywhere, I promise. She is the best. Quantifiably so.  

On her birthday morning, she played hooky and Lukey (who had a pro-d day) and I went down to Granville Island for some breakfast and chai lattes. 

We also peppered Moll with gifts throughout the day. One of her very first was the exercise ball chair that we found on our way home from dropping her off at school. Lukey and I were driving home and spotted it outside on the curb with a "free" sign. Awesome!! He snagged it and we wiped it off at home and put it in her room to surprise her.

Her very own street ball seat. She loved it...until she found out it was abandoned on the road. I am not sure it was her very favourite gift. It certainly made us laugh.

These were the pictures Finny picked to celebrate her sister's birthday on Instagram:

Meanwhile, it was onwards with Thanksgiving weekend. Saturday Lukey umped his very first game from the plate. He came back with $30 and the new knowledge that umping isn't as easy as he thought. And a little scarier...he trusts his own glove as a catcher a little bit more than he does some kid he's never laid eyes on before.

So, we will see if it makes him any more patient a more ump hate?

Does it get any cuter than this...?

Sunday, October 6, 2019


It's baseball playoffs. Last year, Lukey and my mum had a running bet that involved an exchange of apple picking (if Lukey lost) and fun-making (if Lukey won). They have reprised the wager this year. And since Lukey knows he doesn't have to fight anyone with a remote to be able to watch baseball (we only have one tv), he heads over to mum's because baseball is always on there. Mum makes awesome (and endless) snacks. He might move in.

Lukey's office for playoffs
Nice days are few and far between, so when the sun was shining on Saturday, we decided to make use of our family Van Dusen pass and go for a walk. Lukey elected to go to Gram's and walk baseball. Shocking!

It was a gorgeous day. Armed with Chai Tea Lattes, we ran races (don't talk about was contentious and Finny for sure would rather we either rematch or shut up about it) and timed maze escapes. Eric killed us...but Molly was second.

That's a good Saturday. Sunday Molly and Finny went to swim in the wave pool with Omi and Lukey and Eric had BCCBA games. I stayed home, worked, cooked, grocery shopped and cleaned up a bit. Also sort of peaceful and lovely.

And, now back to the weekly routine :)

Thursday, October 3, 2019

Fritter Friday

Mmmmm, everyone loved Fritter Friday. Except we made them on a Monday. Fritter Monday sounds lame. 

The new kitchen is inspiring. I am baking. And cooking. Even making little sour cream fritters!

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Saturday morning bright and early was drop off time for Lukey to head to over on a day trip to Shawnigan Lake for rugby. He was the very last to arrive (ran into the group shot below about 0.03 seconds before it was taken). He was maybe a bit nervous (Shawnigan was inaccurately rumoured to be really strong) but game to go. A long day, but a lot of boys on ferries and buses...what's better than that?

Meanwhile, since I was taking Finny out to Coquitlam for a volleyball tournament (9:00 am start), Molly and Eric were left to themselves (Emma had stayed overnight after meeting Molly at the climate march downtown, but she headed back to the Northshore really early). 

So what would Molly and Eric get up to...? Finny and I predicted Eric on his computer and Molly lounging around drawing and watching movies. We were totally wrong. 

They headed out to Van Dusen garden, had avocado toast and bubble tea (?!) and bought three month yoga passes for themselves!! Um, what? 

So while those two had the most hipster Saturday ever, Finny and I embraced suburban life. In between games in Coquitlam we hit the two most popular Coquitlam attractions: strip malls and the regular mall. We hit Chapters and Gap Factory before heading to Coquitlam Centre. Not exactly avocado toast and yoga...

But it was all worth it. The Jr. YHS Tigers took the win for the tournament over a tough Pinetree team in the final. Finny played great and was a true Gr 10 anchor (there are only two of them) for her team.

Who loves to warm up??? Not Finny. Fully posed photo. Fake news.

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Man, I need a camera...

Or maybe I just need to remember to take pictures. Better ones than screenshots of basketball stuff and things I want to text Molly (ie. cute animals or cool art projects). That doesn't make for good blogging. 

Poor Finny was home sick again this morning, Lukey forgot it was a late morning for him and Molly was early for school, which was a small miracle. The bonus was getting to shop at Stongs with Lukey to kill time. That's pathetic. I felt it as I typed it. Younger Lesley rabbit punches older Lesley in the face for the ridiculous sentiment of bonus grocery shopping. What's wrong with me (but it was sort of nice, younger Lesley...he's good company and lifts the bags up AND wheels the cart around!)?

There was a bunch of work in the middle and then a volleyball game for Finny at Crofton. And in the middle of the day, a phone call from Molly panicking that she didn't have enough Grade 11 courses to get into university. GRADE 11 courses. Her two years look like this:

If they are going to punish you for taking 10 Grade 12 courses, then university can just shove it.

I made a good dinner and my kitchen is still making me really happy.

Monday, September 23, 2019

This girl

Grad did this happen? How did we end up here, with a kid on the brink of heading out into the world? With a girl who looks mature, beautiful and world-ready (ish, world-ready-ish)?

I imagine her the first day of school. The start of gradual entry of afternoon kindergarten...the gentlest of school beginnings. A churning tummy full of blueberry yoghurt that overflowed in nerves. All over her (and me) in the bathroom at False Creek. A quick 12 years later (that sounds sarcastic, but it isn't) and she is looking glorious and oh-so herself in a black dress with Converse. 

She isn't mature, not yet. She still cuddles her hamster at night and laughs when I do voices pretending to be the interior monologue of squirrels we see on lawns. But, hey...I'd do those things, too. Ernie is cute and those voices are hilarious. 

But man, she looks amazing. And she IS amazing. So that's just...well, amazing to me. 

Sunday, September 22, 2019

Sunday Sunday

Molly trying on grad photo clothes...and testing out her best facial angles!

Lukey and Molly playing catch outside in the pouring rain for AGES!!!

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Ping Pong night at Back and Forth in Gastown and the revelation that Adriano is a table tennis freak!
Watching in awe...

New new Kitchen :)

Molly and I practicing crochet

Thursday, September 19, 2019

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Day 16

The highlight of today (although not a bad day, all in all :) was crocheting with my Moo from 7-9 today at Three Bags Full. Mum got this as a gift for us. We got to leave behind the rest of the family in their own flurry of dinner and mayhem. We hopped in the car and entered the tranquility of wool lined walls and the most mellow playlist available on Spotify. 

It is was pouring rain on Main Street outside, so it felt like a warm little oasis. Even the crochet came pretty easily (for both of us!) and it was really nice after very full days of using my brain to challenge it to do something totally different. 

Here's my first attempt. I felt pretty good about it.

Molly and I weren't too sure about the crochet crowd, but we will reserve judgement (or at least, I will...Molly is pretty judgy). Now I get to look forward to three more Tuesdays with my Molly. And that's a treat.

Monday, September 16, 2019

Day 15

Well, I missed a day. It was going to happen. I didn't skip it because I didn't feel like it...I just forgot. And, I am not going to let it throw me off...I am back on the wagon!

Things have smoothed out a little bit. Molly's timetable is sorted out (all for the best, I think) and we are relaxing into a bit more of a routine for the rest of us. We have a kitchen and a table and couches. It's nice. Odd aside...? All of our spoons seem to be gone. It's like they saw the renovation as an opportunity to make the great escape.

There is so much work to get done right now. It is non-stop. Luckily, I have my trusty (and somewhat glare-y) buddy to help me FOR HOURS with inputting Cobra schedules. She was the best. We listened to good music, had good snacks and got tons done. And cash went into Molly's pocket! She was really good at helping and made a few big catches. Best work friend EVER.

She managed to make some art on her iPad on her breaks:

And today, we missed rugby practice (Lukey) and the parent meeting (me), so we can be kept humble that we don't have things too sorted. But I did make a great hamburger soup in time for Lukey to eat before hockey and Finny before basketball. Just so darn grateful to have appliances :)

Not too sure what's up with the batting gloves...?