wibbles
Yesterday we went to our family's summer cottage for the day. It's a little more than an hour's drive from home, which isn't bad, especially if a baby will sleep for part of the drive, which she did on the way out but not on the way back alas. We got home after 9pm and thus were very tired this morning.
Every year when I drive to the cottage for the first time, I get a little freaked about the highway driving, but of course it is fine. Yesterday was the same, except for the part when I had to pass the Fung Wa bus. I zoomed past that sucker extra fast, lemme tell ya. I was terrified of what bits of it might decide to fly off and lodge themselves in bits of my car.
Ruthie enjoyed the cottage greatly, particularly the lake, the sand, the grass, the dirt...you get the picture. I.e., anything that could be put into her mouth and/or accumulate inside her clothing/diaper. Isaac, on the other hand, whined about the bugs and spent most of the time playing with his toy trains (which, for reference, he could just as easily have been doing at home). Oh well, at least he got some fresh air I guess. Also, we had several popsicles each, because my mom is thrilled that she can actually keep frozen treats at the cottage now that she has bought a new fridge out there. Ruthie took about two seconds to figure out the trick of popsicles and thereafter was a huge fan. We dined on salad from the farm share, and scrambled eggs which both kids actually ate (!).
They both took a lengthy nap which was lovely. I used the time to get about 2/3 of the way through Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, which I got off BookMooch after seeing dchenes recommend it on her LJ.
(While I'm name-dropping, let me just add that on my drive to sandykidd's house in the mornings, I often pass by a woman walking to work who, from the back, reminds me a lot of radegund_lj. I'm always twisting around in my seat after driving past her, to see her face, although of course radegund_lj neither lives nor works anywhere in that vicinity. So, apparently she has a doppelganger.)
Also, I forgot to bring my bathing suit to the cottage and had to wear an ancient one that was in a drawer out there -- a remnant of my adolescence, and let me tell ya, I am not the same woman I once was. At least, not in the hip or boob areas.
Every year when I drive to the cottage for the first time, I get a little freaked about the highway driving, but of course it is fine. Yesterday was the same, except for the part when I had to pass the Fung Wa bus. I zoomed past that sucker extra fast, lemme tell ya. I was terrified of what bits of it might decide to fly off and lodge themselves in bits of my car.
Ruthie enjoyed the cottage greatly, particularly the lake, the sand, the grass, the dirt...you get the picture. I.e., anything that could be put into her mouth and/or accumulate inside her clothing/diaper. Isaac, on the other hand, whined about the bugs and spent most of the time playing with his toy trains (which, for reference, he could just as easily have been doing at home). Oh well, at least he got some fresh air I guess. Also, we had several popsicles each, because my mom is thrilled that she can actually keep frozen treats at the cottage now that she has bought a new fridge out there. Ruthie took about two seconds to figure out the trick of popsicles and thereafter was a huge fan. We dined on salad from the farm share, and scrambled eggs which both kids actually ate (!).
They both took a lengthy nap which was lovely. I used the time to get about 2/3 of the way through Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, which I got off BookMooch after seeing dchenes recommend it on her LJ.
(While I'm name-dropping, let me just add that on my drive to sandykidd's house in the mornings, I often pass by a woman walking to work who, from the back, reminds me a lot of radegund_lj. I'm always twisting around in my seat after driving past her, to see her face, although of course radegund_lj neither lives nor works anywhere in that vicinity. So, apparently she has a doppelganger.)
Also, I forgot to bring my bathing suit to the cottage and had to wear an ancient one that was in a drawer out there -- a remnant of my adolescence, and let me tell ya, I am not the same woman I once was. At least, not in the hip or boob areas.