Saturday.
Me. Red. Saminator. Unsupervised in the city.
The morning was rather uneventful, other than the Skype chat with Duckman. The boys got to say 'hey' which was enough to wind them up and turn the condo into a hockey rink. I'm sure my neighbours hate me. The thumping of feet running across the hardwood...little bodies slamming into walls...slapshots, hoots, hollering...and gawd help me the penalties and subsequent retaliation shots... I have no doubt that my shushing isn't nearly as quiet as I hope. It certainly has zero effect. About the only thing that works is the reminder that I have neighbours and they are going to wake up the baby. I have no idea if there is indeed a baby...but the story slows the little monkeys momentarily...giving me time to come up with the next bribe. Today's bribe was skating at Nathan Philip's Square. Actually I'm not 100% sure it was the skating or the possibility of a cab ride that paused the indoor hockey brawl... meh...
So we had some grilled cheese, the last of the world's crappiest looking cookies...we peed...we wrestled into snow pants and coats..(got in a couple of shots and howls during the 2 freaking seconds I left the front foyer)..and fell into the hallway.
The boys took off to the elevators and I could hear the doors open as I was locking my own door. Visions of the two holy terrors running up and down the elevators tormenting unsuspecting residents flashed before my eyes as I darted down the hall and slid into the elevator. Fortunately they were wrestling over who gets to push the button...bought me the time I needed....
Quick lecture about holding my hands and not running in the lobby...and we actually made it to the street.
The large outdoor rink is located approximately 5 blocks away...maybe a ten minute walk. A lovely walk in fact, as it was only -1 this afternoon, and there was hardly any wind. Saminator whined about how impossibly far the walk was...and when is a cab going to come by???...even going so far as to fall to his blessed knees at one point. We were about a block away from home. Oh the drama... Little Red would jump up and down everytime a cab drove by, but alas...they were always going the wrong way. Poor lads...walking to the rink like that.
And then low and behold...we were there.
"Oh that didn't take long!" Chirped Red.
"uh huh" says me..
:)
So on went 2 pairs of skates and 2 helmets and the little freakazoids were off...zipping between the other skaters, diving, rolling... And their mom...all bundled up watching with pride. Those kids are pretty cool. They'd go around once or maybe twice..waving at me...or stopping for a hug... putting on a little show...reeally working it when someone notices them... LOL...little shits...
At some point, the wind picked up. I couldn't feel my feet or hands and gave the boys the five minute warning.
And we caught a cab to go home. Momma and the cold don't see eye to eye.
When we got in we had some tortilla's and salsa and snuggled up on the couch. At some point, we all fell asleep, Red curled up in front of me...Saminator curled up at my legs with his head on my butt ... I woke up stroking my older boy's hair as he slept, and buried my face in Red's neck...just feeling his soft warm skin, breathing his little boy smell... I only get one day a week, but it's our day.
I tried to slip away to make dinner but woke them...and they watched TV with that sleepy little almost awake stare as I prepared dinner, and some Rice Krispie squares for dessert.
Soon enough I was turning the TV off and putting dinner down on the coffee table. One more week and the dining room set comes in...hurray! No more sitting on the floor around the coffee table. Well...no more HAVING to sit there...we undoubtedly still will..it's all good :)
Me, flanked by Red and Sam, on the floor, at the coffee table..having dinner. Pork chops, simmered in soup, with mashed potatoes. mmmmm... Our conversation went somewhat like this:
Me: "We need to go on vacation....where would you like to go?"
Saminator: "Mexico"
Me, thinking are you crazy??? "Oh you don't want to go there..."
Saminator: "Why not?"
Me: "Because if you eat the ice cubes you get the poops"
Red: "what's the poops?"
Me: "Well, first your stomach makes this noise....rrrrrrrraaaruuurrrrrr"
Saminator and Red giggle and repeat noise.
Me: "Then you do this.." make motion with arms of running furiously, eyes wide, lips forming silent 'oh'....
Saminator and Red...laugh and repeat motion.
Me: "Then you sit on toilet and your stomach makes noise (even louder)....RRRRRRAAARUUUURRRR"
Saminator and Red now standing up...laughing and making noise...
Me: "and you have to hold on tight to the toilet...cuz the poop is coming out and it's going to shoot you straight up through the ROOF!!!!"
(my kids are soooo gonna need therapy)
Saminator and Red now rolling around laughing hysterically...
:)
So Mexico was a no. They didn't want the poops.
They certainly won't eat Mexican ice cubes.
But Disneyland is something they are definitely pulling for.
We'll see.
"We'll see"...gawd I sound like my mother... heh heh heh
The Wii occupied the boys as I tidied up and before we all knew it, it was time for pajamas..and bed.
Toronto seems relatively unscathed.
It was a good day.
