blue·stock·ing (blstkng) n.
An educated, intellectual woman.

bid·dy (bd) n. Slang
1. A woman, especially a garrulous old one. 2. Nickname for Bridget.


Sunday, November 25, 2018

Happy Thanksgiving




Last Thursday was of course American Thanksgiving. Since we are in Canada, we don’t get Thursday or Friday off of work because it is not a holiday here. But we celebrated on Saturday by having a special dinner of mushroom pot pie, mashed potatoes (using potatoes from our garden), stuffing but with rice instead of bread, and cranberry sauce.


And of course pumpkin pie.


Other than that this week has been pretty much like every other week has been for a while. I was super surprised when I started this post to discover that I forgot to blog last Sunday and didn’t even realize that two weeks had gone by. So things have been pretty standard around here.

Jeff discovered this scene and thought that it was pretty funny.

Maren’s imagination has been kind of incredible lately. Yesterday I had to go out while she was still having lunch, and she just nonchalantly said “Bye black monitor lizard!,“ as if 1) I was aware that that’s what I was in her pretend world of having lunch at the reptile store, and 2) it is totally normal for me to be pretending to be a very specific reptile.

For a while, we have been dealing with constant imaginary play in which she is other people/animals and we are other people/animals and it is impossible to keep up with who we are supposed to be and who she is, but she gets super mad if we call her by the wrong name or are not playing along as if it’s real. The real problem is sometimes she changes who she is and who we are so quickly that in her mind we are in a totally different place than where we think we are. Also, Jeff has said that he would like to interact with his own daughter every once in a while and all this pretending to be other people gets old. But it is good to know that her imagination is healthy and working :-)

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Winter has arrived

I am pretty sure fall is over and winter has arrived. It has been quite cold, and it snowed a couple of times. Looking in the forecast it does seem like we might get one day with a high above freezing, but for the most part the highs are below freezing for the foreseeable future.

So yesterday we went to the sledding hill. I didn’t sled because it is not considered a safe pregnancy activity, but I took pictures while Jeff and Maren did a few runs.

There was hardly anyone else there – just two other families — and really just barely enough snow. But Maren loved it, and is happy that sledding season has arrived. I think she is definitely a born Canadian, and seems to love winter more than I would expect :-)

Sunday, November 04, 2018

Dead mouse or sewer?

First, Halloween 🎃 


Maren had been saying for months that she wanted to be an eggplant for Halloween. We thought she might change her mind, but she didn’t. She was a “scary eggplant, because I don’t like eating eggplant, so some people might think it’s scary.” 

On Tuesday she trick-or-treated in the building where her preschool is (which is a huge university building housing many offices/programs/departments), then on Wednesday morning she trick-or-treated with daycare in several buildings on the main university campus, and Wednesday night Jeff took her trick-or-treating around our neighbourhood. Her total haul was way more than a 3-year-old can handle. A large quantity disappeared before the next morning, without her noticing at all. 

We had plans to allow two treats per day, but realized that at that rate it was going to drag on forever. So yesterday we said she could just go for it, and eat as much as she wanted. I think she got overwhelmed pretty quickly, and started sharing her candy with me and Jeff. Yesterday was challenging behaviourally, but the candy was gone by bedtime, and we are all better off because of it. 

While Jeff and Maren were off trick-or-treating, I was holding down the fort handing out candy. There was an initial rush, then things slowed down a little, and then it got totally crazy. We had prepared with 280 pieces of candy, and about 250 temporary tattoos. At the start I was giving one candy and one temporary tattoo, and then when things slowed down a bit I was giving two candies and a temporary tattoo (and eating some of the candy myself). Then it got insane all of a sudden, and even going back to one candy per kid, we were totally out of everything by 7:45. I didn’t count, but we figure that we gave candy to between 230 and 250 kids, and there were a ton more who would have come after we ran out. Last year we had around 150 kids, so we thought we were prepared, but last year it was super cold and eventually snowed, and this year the weather was comparatively mild. Lesson learned. 

All through the past week, we were dealing with a horrible smell in our house. I immediately thought sewer, and called the plumber on Friday the 26th. He came that day, armed with the knowledge of our previous sewer problem, and after carefully looking (and smelling) around, concluded that we probably had a dead mouse. So we did all kinds of stuff to try to figure out the problem, including having our heating ducts cleaned and disinfected, thinking we could have a dead mouse somewhere in that system. It seemed at first like the duct cleaning had worked, because the smell temporarily went away, but within 10 hours or so, it was back. 

Finally, Jeff and I did some thorough, smelly, systematic investigation, and discovered that the smell seemed to be emanating from the floor below our downstairs bathroom, and then on closer inspection, specifically seemed to be coming out of a 100-year-old piece of broken pipe sticking out of the basement ceiling. Further calls to the plumber, and the problem appears to be fixed, as of yesterday. It seems that when plumbing was updated, some section of original sewer pipe was left connected to the sewer system, and not sealed off. We don’t know why we suddenly started to have problems, but it could be due to an animal plugging up the part of the pipe that comes out of the roof. I am cautiously optimistic that the problem is solved, but I will remain vigilant. We love our house, but hate the haphazard approach to renovations that various owners have taken over the years. We have had the kinds of problems that no one expects. But at least this one seems to be solved!