Off to the woods

Frolget came back from school yesterday with a giant band aid on her elbow. She looked at me kicked-puppy-style, and said: "I have a boo-boo. Wanna see it?". Without furher adoo, she yanked the thing off without a peep (I am impressed. This kind of savage depilation usually makes my eyes water.)

Underneath there was indeed a teeny tiny scratch. "See? It hurts!" she said. Ah.

She ran off to play with her friend. Ten minutes later, she came over to me and exclaimed in wonder: "Wow, mommy! You know what? It doesn't hurt when I don't look!"

This is the closest she has ever come to openly admitting she's a drama-queen. :D

Am off to the woods tonight with a bunch of girlfriends. Program looks very good. However, as much as I have been looking forward to this, I am right now feeling strangely reluctant to go. Will have to fight mosquitos big time. Am not going to see PoA. More important, will miss first Roland Garros finals in 22 years (haven't missed a single one since my dad first explained the rules of tennis to me).

More important still, will not have a tiny Tadpole come over in the middle of the night and crawl into bed next to me. Will not have a Froglet jump me and scream "I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU!" straight into my ears until they ring. Will not have a Husband to warm my feet against - and am out of warm socks (suspect association between sock monster and Tadpole).

So. Good thing I'm not taking my car (we're car-pooling), because I can just picture myself dropping everything and driving back to Toronto. I hope that way I won't be too tempted.

But I may just end up hitchhiking my way back home in the middle of the night.

If you don't hear from me before Monday, it means I'll be having a wonderful time. I wish you all a great week-end. Don't OD on PoA - or chocolate *coughTaicough*. Don't follow any of Sam's recipes.

Have fun :D

The Bravest little girl. Ever.

I know she's a drama-queen most of the time. But she is also the bravest little girl ever. My lovely Tadpole.

( cut for rudeness and incoherent rant angaist incompetent doctors and Fate )

ETA: Huh. Had I known what putting a splint really was about, I'd have done it myself. It took ten minutes, the doctor wisely refrained from approaching me or Tadpole, and the lovely, friendly, COMPETENT assistant put the splint on her little finger. Tadpole observed with scientific interest and didn't complain until she was sent on her merry way with the damn thing on. Hey! Don't you take that off? What, you mean I'm supposed to keep it on? For two weeks? NO WAY!
Ech time she opens her mouth to complain I now stick in a piece of chocolate, and since she's not crazy, it seems to be working. So I'm still on my way for a week-end of female bonding.
Well. As long as it's not bondage, with la rainette tied to a tree to make sure she doesn't crawl all the way back to Toronto on her own, I guess I'm fine ;) I'll tell you all about it, Skye!