Charles has been gone less than 24 hours and we have already locked ourselves out of the house. We got home from church just fine. Then as I was getting Theo out of the car Jack came running over to me and said, 'Mommy, come look and see where I have put the keys!'
I went towards our front door expecting to see the keys in some 'exciting' place. They were no where to be seen. Where are they? Jack then points to our letter box which slides mail through our door into the house. 'I put them in there Mommy!'
Thankfully, our neighbour's son's arm was small enough to slide into the letter box and fetch the keys off the floor. Jack was in tears by this time because I told him that we might have to sleep outside if we weren't able to find a way in. All is well now in the Anderson home...well, for now!
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Jesus and church
Jack just asked me why Jesus doesn't go to our church? I started to explain to him that Jesus does go to our church. He now wants to know where he sits at church? Pretty soon he is going to ask me which instrument he plays in the band....
Oh how I wish Charles was home right now!
Oh how I wish Charles was home right now!
Friday, 3 April 2009
Like Father Like Son...
As Jack sat on the toilet this morning, he asked me to hand him a magazine to read. Hmmm, I wonder who he learned this from?
In case you cannot figure it out...
When I told Charles this story, he said 'AWESOME'. Oh, and to add to the picture, the magazine he wanted was the Economist!
He has come a long way from this picture (taken back in December 2007) but he still wants to read on the pot.
In case you cannot figure it out...
When I told Charles this story, he said 'AWESOME'. Oh, and to add to the picture, the magazine he wanted was the Economist!
He has come a long way from this picture (taken back in December 2007) but he still wants to read on the pot.
Thursday, 2 April 2009
Jack's Second Haircut
We decided to cut Jack's hair yesterday. After watching my sister-in-law do such a great job I was a bit nervous to try. She made it look so easy, but I wasn't fooled. Over the last month I have secured the right tools - nice comb and hair-cutting scissors. I was just waiting for the right day. Yesterday seemed to fit the bill, as Jack was happy to climb on the table for the big cut. Plus it was April Fools' Day so I figured that might work in my favour if the cut turned out badly.
Well, we had a fun time doing it, and Jack did fairly well. He was awarded a chocolate afterwards - following in Aunt Natalie's tradition. He didn't behave quite as well for Mom as he did Aunt Natalie, but then again the hair cut wasn't quite as good either - but I don't think those two things were related as much as I would like to think they might be!
Enjoy the pictures. As you can tell my the video, I am more proud of and interested in his haircut than he is!
Well, we had a fun time doing it, and Jack did fairly well. He was awarded a chocolate afterwards - following in Aunt Natalie's tradition. He didn't behave quite as well for Mom as he did Aunt Natalie, but then again the hair cut wasn't quite as good either - but I don't think those two things were related as much as I would like to think they might be!
Enjoy the pictures. As you can tell my the video, I am more proud of and interested in his haircut than he is!
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Who you gonna call?
We decided to drive to Wimbledon yesterday for Theo's appointment. We usually take the underground, but yesterday I thought it might be fun to drive and stop at the mall on the way back for lunch. In my mind this was a great idea.
At 9:40, Charles helped me load both boys into the car and all our stuff, and we were off. There are glitches to all good ideas, and this was no exception. On a good day the drive will take 1 hour to go 16 miles. However, in preparation for the G20 conference in London many roads were closed and traffic was pretty bad. We were told to arrive at 10:45. At 10:45, we still had 4 miles to go - 4 miles of stop and go traffic.
We finally arrived at the clinic to see a hearse pulling into the spot I was going to park in. No problem I will just find another spot. Well, it looks like everyone at the funeral had already found all of MY 'other spots'. Every spot I found was then marked with a sign that said restricted parking from 11 AM to 3 PM. It was now 11:15 so those spots were no good. Jack was in the back trying to help me find spots. He just couldn't understand why I wasn't parking in all the spots he found. Mind you, most of his spots were people's drive-ways! After circling the neighborhood for 15 minutes, I thought I had found the perfect spot only to see a hidden sign that said restricted 11 AM to 3 PM. I was so frustrated that I went to pull right out, although I had missed a delivery van who was flying down the road. I slammed on the brakes. I am not sure how close I was to pulling out in front of the van, but emotionally it felt close, largely because I was so emotionally exhausted. I put my hands on the steering wheel and buried my head in my hands. I thought I just needed to take a deep breath, pray, and recollect myself before pulling out and continuing our search for a parking spot. Jack was so worried when I put my head in my hands. I heard this very serious voice from the backseat, say 'Mommy are you okay? I think we need to call Charles.'
I turned around and told him that we did not need to call Daddy. That Daddy would not be any help right now. At first, I was a bit cross that he thought somehow Daddy would be able to solve this problem. However, upon reflection, there was a larger part of me that was happy that he thinks so highly of his Daddy - that he can solve everything. Maybe the best solution is that Daddy can take them both to the next appointment!
At 9:40, Charles helped me load both boys into the car and all our stuff, and we were off. There are glitches to all good ideas, and this was no exception. On a good day the drive will take 1 hour to go 16 miles. However, in preparation for the G20 conference in London many roads were closed and traffic was pretty bad. We were told to arrive at 10:45. At 10:45, we still had 4 miles to go - 4 miles of stop and go traffic.
We finally arrived at the clinic to see a hearse pulling into the spot I was going to park in. No problem I will just find another spot. Well, it looks like everyone at the funeral had already found all of MY 'other spots'. Every spot I found was then marked with a sign that said restricted parking from 11 AM to 3 PM. It was now 11:15 so those spots were no good. Jack was in the back trying to help me find spots. He just couldn't understand why I wasn't parking in all the spots he found. Mind you, most of his spots were people's drive-ways! After circling the neighborhood for 15 minutes, I thought I had found the perfect spot only to see a hidden sign that said restricted 11 AM to 3 PM. I was so frustrated that I went to pull right out, although I had missed a delivery van who was flying down the road. I slammed on the brakes. I am not sure how close I was to pulling out in front of the van, but emotionally it felt close, largely because I was so emotionally exhausted. I put my hands on the steering wheel and buried my head in my hands. I thought I just needed to take a deep breath, pray, and recollect myself before pulling out and continuing our search for a parking spot. Jack was so worried when I put my head in my hands. I heard this very serious voice from the backseat, say 'Mommy are you okay? I think we need to call Charles.'
I turned around and told him that we did not need to call Daddy. That Daddy would not be any help right now. At first, I was a bit cross that he thought somehow Daddy would be able to solve this problem. However, upon reflection, there was a larger part of me that was happy that he thinks so highly of his Daddy - that he can solve everything. Maybe the best solution is that Daddy can take them both to the next appointment!
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