Sunny Day, sweeping the clouds away…

The cats are getting spring fever. I’ve got the windows wide open to let in the fresh warm air (it must be around 10-15 degrees celcius out there) and the cats are staring intently out. Dayle just randomly assaulted Sera.

There are kids in the alley behind my building biking around and playing, in shorts and t-shirts. The scent of flowers is thick in the air, and crocii have started appearing. Yes, it’s the standard end-of-February spring thaw in Vancouver. The upsides to living here really are awesome. So what if we’ll never buy a house in North Vancouver?

I was trapped in the house all morning waiting for UPS to arrive. They did, but it was a package for Adam and thus not as exciting as one might hope. This afternoon, however, I have every intention of getting outside. The plan is to go to Canadian Tire to get a car battery for Huffy (once she has a battery we can sell her!) and a few other things like light bulbs and a bedroom window blind. I will do my best not to overshop – I think I’m in the sort of mood that could get me in trouble.

I would have acquired a battery for Huffy sooner, but I didn’t want to carry it back home on the bus. Those things are heavy. Fortunately, Lorne has agreed to drive me there and back. Some things really do go better with a car, and I do miss that convenience Huffy afforded us.

I’m surprised that no one’s had any suggestions for me on things I could make, keep, create, or whatever for the future adult that my baby will become. I’m a little disappointed I guess.


  • ashkitty

    February 22, 2008 at 9:16 pm

    I actually tried to think of something to suggest, but I suck at heirlooms and all things related to children, and couldn’t come up with anything. 🙁

  • artyste

    February 22, 2008 at 9:22 pm

    I somehow completely missed that you were actively seeking suggestions. I read it as you were just thinking of what to do. oops.

  • maggi1234

    February 23, 2008 at 4:05 am

    One thing is to keep journaling about the whole experience. Years from now when she/he asks you to tell them the story of when they were little it will come in handy.
    Avy asks all the time and I wish I’d written more!