We’ve got a  pack of pretty decent kids in the neighborhood that our kids hang out with. Most days, when we get the kids home from afterschool care, days with decent weather, the kids head off to play.

The other day, my husband and I were making supper, the kids were off somewhere, when all of a sudden we hear quick little footsteps come up our front steps, followed by banging on the door.

It was one of the neighbor kids…

“Your son is hurt. He fell out of a tree. It sounded bad.”

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. My husband threw on shoes and took off running. We knew exactly where he was, there’s only one place with trees the kids climb where falling would be a serious concern.

I turned off the oven and the stove and hopped in the van to drive over there in case we were going to need to drive to the hospital.

Thankfully he was fine. Winded, but fine. Sore, but fine. He had been wearing his bike helmet still, so what might have been a knock to the head was a small crack in the plastic helmet cover.

I have always been nervous about the tree climbing thing, this really doesn’t help. Then again, this has also made the kids a little more cautious about their tree climbing which is a good thing.

After a few days lying around watching TV, all is normal again.

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Time flies when you’re…

…parenting. I was a little alarmed when I checked the date of my last post and realized that it has been nearly exactly a year since I last wrote.

Last year at this time I was in my last week of work at my old job, and looking ahead to a week off before starting my new job. My parents were visiting. The weather was beautiful.

This year, I am just about to start in on a “new” job. Not really new, so much as a new project in my current work place, doing new things but with the same program. I guess that counts as new.

So much has happened. Not long after my last post I found out that a family member’s cancer had returned and things were not likely to go well. That was followed by many trips back to my birthplace for visits, with my limited vacation time. My son managed to break his arm attempting a back flip off the monkey bars, just as we were headed into summer camp season. Which meant a frantic rescheduling of camp registrations to find broken arm friendly camps – yes that’s as difficult as it sounds. More trips back to see family. A trip back for a funeral. Kids growing and getting more and more independent. A fall out of a tree, not me, the back-flipping child… No broken limbs this time thankfully, but a few days of lying on the couch with a sore back.

And today, a year later, I sit here on my favourite comfy chair and it feels like it has been 10 years – or at least 5. I’ve missed writing. I think it’s time to start again.

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A fun maze for the kids

My parents have been staying with us for March break (March break is 2 weeks long in our neck of the world). The kids love having the undivided attention of their grandparents for two whole weeks! They play games together, they get stories read to them, they do crafts and colouring, they get McDonald’s food, they get gum, they get ice cream, they get presents, what’s not to love!

We have a “bedroom corner” in our basement (the rest of the basement is for toys and playing), so the basement becomes my parents territory. While they are visiting I rarely go down there. I had to do some laundry the other night (my son waltzed downstairs in his underwear and socks and announced to us all that he had no clean pajamas) and realized with a bit of shock that it is a total disaster zone, except for the bedroom corner. I did a blitz clean up attack and went back upstairs.

I looked at the kids at told them that when grandma and grandpa leave, they were going to have some serious cleaning up to do because the basement was dangerous.

Underwear boy gave me a cheeky grin and said, “A danger zone for grown-ups, a fun maze for the kids!”

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