And then, as I began to think about posting, I realised that some of you might think that my mysterious stomach flu was something more than just a virus. No, no pregnancy here. Just a cold on one weekend followed by a stomach flu on the next all induced by too much stress and too much sugar. Feeling much better now.
Strangely enough I am not even grumpy despite the temperature today. The paper had a heat warning written boldly in red that forecast temperatures of 47 degrees with the humidex. Our house's thermostat read 26 degrees at 7:30 this morning; and that's with central air conditioning. Of course, the twins were all atwitter regarding the soaring temperatures as they have a bit of a weather preoccupation. They rush for the paper in the driveway each morning in order to tear it apart and find the weather page. Once found, Hannah announces the day's high as well as the humidex temp. She then checks two other forecasts: that of Halifax (where my parents and younger sister live) and that of Dallas (closest to the home of my older sister). She usually says, "That's so sad," when she reads out the temperature in Halifax. Jacob scans the weather page to find the hottest place in the world that day. He then wonders aloud if he could survive there: "Mom, do you think I could make it in 57 degrees?" Anyway, that said, here is a June catch-up.
I found this picture of Dave in the archives of his computer. I am unsure as to what exactly he is doing. However, his two main teachables are math and religious education. So, perhaps he is demonstrating fractions (different learning styles, people!); or, he could be teaching the kids about grave liturgical abuses through which both he and I suffered in the 80s. But, the real reason that I show you this picture is because he won't be in that particular classroom anymore. In one of the fastest career moves that I have yet witnessed, he became the new grade 8 teacher at the kids' school. This move was in our 2-3 year plan (as if we have one!); but, we sort of mentioned it in passing, God took it as prayer and made the whole thing happen in the span of 7 days. He will no longer be teaching in a teensy, weensy school and he will not have to handle a triple-split class. Whew. Instead, he has 29 grade eights to face in September and his greatest troubles will be fitting them all in the classroom and managing body odour. Their's, not his.
Hopefully the change will see him doing less of the above.
I also got a new haircut. In an act of anti-vanity I decided to post the back of my head. Actually, I just wanted to show you how much crazy curl I have now since I had babies. This never ceases to amaze me.
Dave ran and biked the local duathlon at the end of June. He essentially clocked the exact same time as the previous year.
The boys mooched his post-race food.
Isaac enjoyed watermelon while I tried to keep him from crawling in goose poo.
Joseph attempted a difficult getaway.
I found this picture of Dave in the archives of his computer. I am unsure as to what exactly he is doing. However, his two main teachables are math and religious education. So, perhaps he is demonstrating fractions (different learning styles, people!); or, he could be teaching the kids about grave liturgical abuses through which both he and I suffered in the 80s. But, the real reason that I show you this picture is because he won't be in that particular classroom anymore. In one of the fastest career moves that I have yet witnessed, he became the new grade 8 teacher at the kids' school. This move was in our 2-3 year plan (as if we have one!); but, we sort of mentioned it in passing, God took it as prayer and made the whole thing happen in the span of 7 days. He will no longer be teaching in a teensy, weensy school and he will not have to handle a triple-split class. Whew. Instead, he has 29 grade eights to face in September and his greatest troubles will be fitting them all in the classroom and managing body odour. Their's, not his.
Hopefully the change will see him doing less of the above.
I also got a new haircut. In an act of anti-vanity I decided to post the back of my head. Actually, I just wanted to show you how much crazy curl I have now since I had babies. This never ceases to amaze me.
Dave ran and biked the local duathlon at the end of June. He essentially clocked the exact same time as the previous year.
The boys mooched his post-race food.
Isaac enjoyed watermelon while I tried to keep him from crawling in goose poo.
Joseph attempted a difficult getaway. I spent the end of the race talking with a woman who had one 14-month old child. She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that five children might be slightly more difficult than her one. Apparently I was unable to understand what a juggling act she and her husband now have to manage. At one point she remarked that her parents were surprised when she finally decided to have a baby: "We thought that you would stop with a dog." I tried not to react.
And, where was Hannah? In her words, she was, "Throwing flowers at Jesus." Actually, she was participating in our church's Corpus Christi parade in which the little girls who received their First Communion that year get to walk before Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament while distributing petals. Jacob was angered by his exclusion and said something like, "The whole world is against boys!" We had better stop talking about the feminisation of education at the dinner table.
As you can see, our parish isn't very opposed to boys. Looks a bit like a minor seminary most Sundays.
We also have some of the most stunning views of any Catholic Church around. And, that's all. I'll be back with a July catch-up as soon as I can.
And, where was Hannah? In her words, she was, "Throwing flowers at Jesus." Actually, she was participating in our church's Corpus Christi parade in which the little girls who received their First Communion that year get to walk before Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament while distributing petals. Jacob was angered by his exclusion and said something like, "The whole world is against boys!" We had better stop talking about the feminisation of education at the dinner table.
As you can see, our parish isn't very opposed to boys. Looks a bit like a minor seminary most Sundays.
We also have some of the most stunning views of any Catholic Church around. And, that's all. I'll be back with a July catch-up as soon as I can.