He Should Be Thanking Me
BP and I are exceedingly polite people. We are full of pleases and thank-yous and this courtesy extends to each other as well as people with whom we’re less familiar. We think it is very important in a marriage to treat each other with the utmost consideration and we (usually) do. However, I think I went a little overboard last night. We had just finished having sex, and as BP rolled off me I said, absent-mindedly, cheerfully, “thanks dear”.
Crazymumma, Marla and Penelope and their gals came over for a playdate yesterday afternoon. Crazymumma’s sweet girls did a wonderful job entertaining the little ones. They took great pleasure in dressing up Cakes, who submitted to their ministrations with delight:
Later, Bee enjoyed the same treatment:
We had a really good time and must do it again soon. I think the Toronto gals are due for another cocktail evening as well. Who’s up for it?
Saturday night we ordered Thai and watched a few episodes of Grey’s Anatomy. This is becoming one of my favourite ways to spend an evening (God I’m getting old).
This morning our friends across the street joined us for a mommy and daddy playdate. Cakes and G are both very strong-willed girls. They used to clash a little bit but they’ve been enjoying frequent dates and they’ve reached some sort of agreement. Cakes actually hugged and kissed G (I was so jealous):
Alas, the love didn’t last. Cakes took advantage of G’s surprise to bring on some wrestling manoeuvres:
Oh well. At least they’re evenly matched.
There was a piece in Saturday’s Globe about a cool mom-run business. Boomi's Beads makes fun, fashionable medic-alert bracelets for kids. Toronto mom Sid Kroach came up with the idea after battling with four-year-old son Griffin, diagnosed with juvenile diabetes, to wear the standard-issue bracelet. They offer up to 70 different styles of bracelets, shoe tags and zipper pulls.
You can order here. A portion of revenues is donated to charity.