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Sunday
Dec092007
Totally. Worth. It.
Sunday, December 9, 2007 at 1:19PM
(I apologize in advance for the camera phone pictures. I had no idea any of this was coming.)
We never leave this house.
Ok, that is a bit of an exaggeration. We go to school and the market and the video store. We don't get out out a whole lot, though.
Yesterday, I needed to go get Christmas cards. I am one of those people that has to have the Christmas cards, and I am willing to go to great lengths to get them. I thought I was going to have to make a trip to my country of origin to get the ones that I wanted, but I lucked out and found a store that carries them 10 whole blocks from Josh's work. So, we headed out for a downtown Vancouver day of fabulous fun. Well, I did. The boys headed out for a downtown day of sitting in the conference room at dad's work eating cherries and watching Harry Potter.
While I was out, I heard on the radio that the 2010 mascots were making an appearance at somewhere or the other downtown. 1of3 just so happens to be crazy obsessed with them. He knows their names, their stories, the whole thing. He prints pictures of them off the internet and hangs them in his room. He lurves them. Of course, I had to take them. So, I picked them up from dad and we headed down for the best surprise ever..jpg)
This is Miga. She is 1of3's favorite. This is Sumi. .jpg)
He is a guardian spirit, and 2of3 like him the best. This is Quatchi. .jpg)
Apparently, Quatchi is a very good hugger and every family that tried to take a picture with him got a little, curly, blond blur of a head in their photo. She wasn't giving him up for anything.
I was officially named Best Mom Ever and after the purchase of stuffed animals, lapel pins, baseball caps and other assorted schwag, we headed home just in time to not miss Gymnastics class. This was turning out to the the greatest day ever for my kids. 1of3 actually said, on the way to gymnastics, "Mom, this is the best day of my whole life."
Mine, too. Gymnastics is 3 hours long, and, like, 3 blocks from Toys R Us. 3of3 and I dropped them off and then started Christmas shopping. Yes, we're just starting. Shut up. About 45 minutes into shopping, the phone rings. A squeaky teenager, either in the throws of puberty of very, very nervous, asks if I am 2of3's mom.
I am.
Well, she asks, could I maybe come back by the gym because it's not like he's unconscious or anything but he did hit his head pretty hard and and she's not the one putting pressure on it but wow is there a lot of blood and maybe I should come by and see it?
OK.
Yeah, 'he hit his head pretty hard' may be the understatement if the year. He landed a totally sweet double flip on the tramp, bounced off the mat and landed on the corner of an oddly located speaker cabinet..jpg)
After a complete freakout, a shit-load of blood, and a not at all unpleasant 2 hour wait at the ER, Frankenstein here is all better and feeling quite tough, indeed.
And we totally got to go out for ice cream after, which seriously rocks. If that's not a day out on the town, I don't know what is.
We never leave this house.
Ok, that is a bit of an exaggeration. We go to school and the market and the video store. We don't get out out a whole lot, though.
Yesterday, I needed to go get Christmas cards. I am one of those people that has to have the Christmas cards, and I am willing to go to great lengths to get them. I thought I was going to have to make a trip to my country of origin to get the ones that I wanted, but I lucked out and found a store that carries them 10 whole blocks from Josh's work. So, we headed out for a downtown Vancouver day of fabulous fun. Well, I did. The boys headed out for a downtown day of sitting in the conference room at dad's work eating cherries and watching Harry Potter.
While I was out, I heard on the radio that the 2010 mascots were making an appearance at somewhere or the other downtown. 1of3 just so happens to be crazy obsessed with them. He knows their names, their stories, the whole thing. He prints pictures of them off the internet and hangs them in his room. He lurves them. Of course, I had to take them. So, I picked them up from dad and we headed down for the best surprise ever.
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This is Miga. She is 1of3's favorite. This is Sumi. .jpg)
He is a guardian spirit, and 2of3 like him the best. This is Quatchi. .jpg)
Apparently, Quatchi is a very good hugger and every family that tried to take a picture with him got a little, curly, blond blur of a head in their photo. She wasn't giving him up for anything.I was officially named Best Mom Ever and after the purchase of stuffed animals, lapel pins, baseball caps and other assorted schwag, we headed home just in time to not miss Gymnastics class. This was turning out to the the greatest day ever for my kids. 1of3 actually said, on the way to gymnastics, "Mom, this is the best day of my whole life."
Mine, too. Gymnastics is 3 hours long, and, like, 3 blocks from Toys R Us. 3of3 and I dropped them off and then started Christmas shopping. Yes, we're just starting. Shut up. About 45 minutes into shopping, the phone rings. A squeaky teenager, either in the throws of puberty of very, very nervous, asks if I am 2of3's mom.
I am.
Well, she asks, could I maybe come back by the gym because it's not like he's unconscious or anything but he did hit his head pretty hard and and she's not the one putting pressure on it but wow is there a lot of blood and maybe I should come by and see it?
OK.
Yeah, 'he hit his head pretty hard' may be the understatement if the year. He landed a totally sweet double flip on the tramp, bounced off the mat and landed on the corner of an oddly located speaker cabinet.
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After a complete freakout, a shit-load of blood, and a not at all unpleasant 2 hour wait at the ER, Frankenstein here is all better and feeling quite tough, indeed.
And we totally got to go out for ice cream after, which seriously rocks. If that's not a day out on the town, I don't know what is.
Reader Comments (8)
Personally, I love the mascots! I was downtown yesterday too. Had I known they were around, I sooo would've been in on that hugging action...
Your kid is going be a superstar. Get him into boarding or skiing!
'ouch' But ice-cream does fix a lot of things..
cheers kim
Hey, it all comes with the territory, right? And you can't have the really good with the really shitty.
Most importantly, what kind of ice cream?
http://www.secretagentmama.com/blog" REL="nofollow">Secret Agent Mama
Hi it's just me again.. I just read back a few posts and and and CONGRATULATIONS YAY YAY YAY.. I quit smoking last year *phew*
I rang Veronica every day in tears for the first week.sometimes twice a day.*sigh*
It was horrible. I didn't want to quit. But I did it..
Keep on going woman!!!! You are doing a great job...
cheers Kim..
poor little bumped head! blue moon ice cream cures all.
btw...love vancover...i haven't been there in many, many years but, i was very impressed by it!
i have no clue who those mascots are but...how cute are they?!
take care...hey...ice cream works when you're quitting smoking, too! well, not really but, it's worth a try!
What a day!
Those critters are freaking adorable. I may need some gear myself. Since Dex was "made in Vancouver" and all.
Wow - you really know how to pack the action into a day, don't you? Poor 2of3 - glad to hear he's doing ok. Nothing worse than having to get stitches. (ok, there are lots of things that are worse...but, I've had stitches, and it's not fun) 2hr wait in Emerg, though - sweet. I would have guessed several more hours...