Higher education

I was cleaning up the hallway upstairs when I overheard Cordelia and Faith talking in the bathroom.

Cordelia: "Are you going to College?"
Faith: "Yes."
Cordelia: "I'm not."
Faith: "Why?"
Cordelia: "Because in College you have to learn a lot of stuff. I'm smart. I already know a lot of stuff."

Cottage!!

At the movies

So I saw Sicko yesterday...sort of. I decided to try out the whole "movies for moms" thing at the Galaxy as I just had Blake yesterday. And, they were playing Sicko...even better! Unfortunately, Blake does not share my affinity for movies, or maybe it's just Michael Moore movies. Dear god...perhaps he's a conservative like his dad!

Anyway, I would definitely recommend this one. Although I did have to leave before the final few moments (too much crying...which mysteriously ended as soon as I got to the car and turned into happy smiles...like "Thank God...she's finally doing what I want now!"), Sicko is Michael Moore's least strident, and I think most effective, documentary to date. The stories are relentless and after watching it, I don't see how anyone in the free world could doubt that the US system of health insurance/healthcare is pretty much a complete and total disaster.

George got to hear a bit about the movie after I got home, and after about three stories of woe, he told me to stop as he couldn't take it anymore. I didn't even get to the really, really upsetting ones either.

Anyway, it all makes me glad that I live in Canada and don't have to pull out the cheque book whenever I head to the doctor. I'm happy to pay the taxes that come with universal health care.

So, two thumbs up from me for Sicko, and one sucked thumb from Blake.

Blake's fifth month

To Blake:

You're now five months old! This month, you have discovered your toes and they are now your favorite toy in the whole world. You found them the week before you turned five months and they have been your constant companion since then. If you're laying on your back, your feet are in the air and your hands are holding on to them. I've even seen you do this in your sleep! No wonder you still can't sleep through the night...you're too darn fidgety!

The other big trick you have discovered this month is the ability to drool like Niagara Falls. You are now permanently bibbed, and re-bibbed, and re-bibbed each day.

As well, anything that you can reach is now ending up in your mouth for a thorough oral exploration. (Yes, this means that you're now a grabber...which Faith has found means her hair gets pulled a lot now.)

And finally, you have become quite the squealer. I'm surprised you can't break glass with your happy squeals!

Mornings now start around 6:00 am. You're up by then, no matter how many times we try to put you back to sleep. So, I feed you and watch the news and the weather for the day. By the time your sister gets up and wants to hold you, Dad is gone for work, and I'm rushing to get ready before you decide that you're bored and want some more attention. (This pattern seems to continue throughout the day.)

You still hate getting into your car seat, but I keep the "sun toy" in the chair so you can play with that in the car until you fall asleep. When I'm driving, I can hear a little "crinkle, crinkle, crinkle" sound and know that you are staring determinedly at the toy and your little fingers are scrunching the sun's rays trying to figure this thing out. It's just so cute and I have no idea why.

In the evenings, you're now getting a bottle just before bedtime as you now sleep until about 1:30 or so. In fact, at the end of the day, the only thing you seem to want to do is eat. Your sister even gets to give you a bottle now, which she thinks is pretty cool.

Actually, you seem to just keep getting cooler and cooler.

Faith's first missing tooth

Faith lost her first tooth on June 5th, after wiggling it for a few weeks with her finger. So, we decided to pull it out with a washcloth tonight to see if it would come out. Faith tried, then George tried, then I pulled it out with a quick tug. Faith thought it was great until she looked in the mirror and saw a little blood...then the tears started! But, it stopped very quickly and she decided the whole thing was very cool and wanted to call Nana and Papa and Gramma and Grampa right away.

What work does your Mom do?

The question for the day in Faith's class was "What work does your Mom do?" (Their studying "work" this month.) I asked what Faith thought my work was.

"Doing laundry, making dinner, stuff like that."

When it came time to answer the question for school, though, she said, "Playing with my brother and I."

All in all, I think that was a much better answer.

A morning conversation

"I think I put my underwear on inside out."

"Don't worry Mom. I do that all the time."