Hoo-boy. The tales I have to tell . . .

Gather 'round the campfire kiddos, I'm brewin' up some stories here on the westest side of the country. Seriously, I'm in a really shite mood and know talking about my kids'll make me right again.

his post has no pictures, I'll explain why later. Oh and I'm writing this on Kit's way-too-big keyboard, so typos shall ensue. At least more than usual.


So, I'm lying in the bed trying to get Ivy to sleep and I'm listening to the two sibs in the kitchen. Hannah has drawn something on a piece of paper, and then says to Leif: (verbatim)

"Guess what animal this is."
"Can I have a hint?"
"No. guess guess guess"
"okay. an elephant'
'no'
'a bear'
'no'
'a wolf'
'ooooo, no. good guess though' (reminder: she's not yet even four)
'a fox'
'no. do you want a hint?"
'no.do not give me a hint. is it a chicken?'
'no'
'okay. give me a hint'
'okay. rabbit'

!!!!!!!!!!

So then he draws somethig, and asks her to guess. she says: (exclamation marks intentional)

'a bear!'
'no. do you want a hint?'
'yes!'
'okay, it's something you live in'
'a chicken!'
'no'
'scrambled eggs!'
'no hannah. it's something you like to hide in'
'easter eggs!'


what the hell is she talking about? I mean really. he told her it was a structure, so she guesses scrambled eggs? between this and her pasttime of spinning around and then lying on the floor because 'the room spinning is silly' makes me think either artist or druggie. time will tell.


okay. no pics. why you ask? well, Kit took the kids o an adventure yesterday. want to knw more? okay then. he's had an itching to go on this river cpaddle for months, and I've just bowed out of it entirely. so he decides to take the kids, both of 'em, solo.he rustles up some other adults to go along. i pack many meals the night before, and then kiss my two kids goodbye at 7 amthe next day. i miss themalready and feel like y day at home with just Ivy is not going to be the big woohoo I'd imagined. On that point, I was right. but back to the kids. I needn't delay this any longer, the canoe caught on a tree/branch/thing on the river,and tipped over. I'm not saying capsized because that just paints a middle-of-the-ocena-scary picture. this was probably armpit deep water? the shity thing is that right before it tipped, Kit had all the dry bags open as he doled out snacks and took photos. So when the canoe flipped, it all went.He did find the camera, but it was underwater. he did not find his gps norhis cellphone, and sadly, the kids dry changes of clothes were al in those opened dry bags too. so it ALL got wet. wallet, clothes, all the sandwiches, lifejackets, kids, nature books, backpacks . . . the lovely part of the story is that the head adult in the other canoe, behind Kit, and not a paddler himself at all, said "no no Kit, you don't approach it that way" and in his sweet and genteel arrogance, he flipped at the exact same spot. In the end they survived, they shared wet food and the least-wet clothes. as Kit tellls it, 'we were alll in good spirits anyway. you'd have hated it though'. okay by me.

so we await the drying out of the camera. if it's crap, KIt knows he'll be forking over some dough. Until then, I think posts will remain pic-free. Unless I start drawing stuff. :)



Oh, but wait! he best news of all!! Ryan and Shoa had their baby!! Shona used all her mighty power and yelled with all she had, and a lovely baby sister for Isla was born.Dear Bryn looks like the rest of the family. And Shona's words were something like 'while i'm glad I got to have a natural vaginal birth this time, I'm never fucking doing that again!'. A wise move sister. We hope to be blessed with a visit from them in the near future, and I'll have a camera by then, don't worry.
Okay, must go, Ivy's pitching a fit.Teething bites.

oh, a pun.


C