Rainy Days

Funny title for an Ontario day in the middle of winter; but, it's true, it's raining and 6 degrees above freezing. Thus, the buses are cancelled because the roads are icy (although Dave made his way in to school), but the kids are at home ... with all of their energy. We can't skate; we can't swing; a walk is out of the picture; so... We painted. Well, some of us did. The rest of us had a hard time understanding the concept of not pouring the water all over the paper. This photo was snapped in the very first nanosecond after I passed out the supplies.

Thankfully, these two have matured with their many years and easily grasp the steps involved in constructing great works of art.

Until they cry that the works aren't so great.

But, I didn't take a picture.

So, then we go to the bakery that, oh yeah, is closed on Mondays which elicits great cries of: "Then, why did you bring us, Mom?!!" So, we go to the grocery store (which has become such familiar stomping ground that I am considering hosting a playgroup there) where we shop, but we are hungry, so we come home with croissants. The kids discover that it was really Mommy who was hungry and that they don't like croissants. Oops. Jacob also questions the purchase of roast beef slices which he insists on calling horse beef and declaring, "By Jove, this is the worst horse beef that I've ever tasted." Will I ever win?

And then Ben takes his very first picture, ever. He is three. It sort of summarised the day.

So, I make them a tent. Tents seem to satisfy their primal desire to closet themselves away in dark and enclosed spaces. They also act as a good method of enclosure. The dog is extra security: he patrols the perimeter ensuring that the inhabitants don't escape.

But, they always try to get out.

Oh, yes, I almost forgot. All blankets have to be pulled off the beds: it's a rule.

But, they still try to get out. Maybe I should just get in.