Love and Pancakes

Kira, I’m posting this one for your Pappy! Tonight after tossing around in your bed with me for half an hour, you insististed on needing to poop! After 15 mins of your Daddy helping with the task, you proceeded to fill me in.

“I had a pee and and poop.”

“Did you?”

“Yup, a little pee and a big poop, a really, very big poop. A big, big, poopity, poop, poop!”

“Kira, as long as it was a 10 out a 10.”

“It was a hundred!”

:D

Today was an amazingly warm mid-January day, with temperatures near +10c quickly reducing the great depths of snow accumulated since it first arrived in October.

Kira enjoys a pork sandwich made by Daddy the night before

Mommy and Kira went to the Enjoy Centre and had some awesome treats. You love to buy “groshrees” and was her most co-operative self.

Then Mommy baked tuna loins in sesame seeds with broccoli, lentils and swiss chard while Daddy took you for a walk around the neighbourhood. There was a minor hiccup in getting dressed when you fell in the laundry room and landed on a Christmas tree base, tearing your brown corduroys and creating a 4-inch, bleeding scratch on your left thigh. Our little trooper didn’t cry a single tear, and you were pleased with the giant band-aid on your leg. Mommy was unhappy with the entire event, after you repeatedly asked Daddy to put the tree bases away when he arrived home from work.

You were in a great mood. You waved and called hello to the 12-year-old boy across the street, then to a couple of kids wallowing in the snow near the park. You called out again across the street and waved to two young boys as you and Daddy walked the lower loop. 

You then insisted on a foray into the park, where the four small children previously encountered were enjoying the unseasonable warmth. Both slides, and time on the swings. Only when the sky grew dark and all other children had gone home to the promise of hot cocoa did you decide it was enough park for one day.

After supper, you said goodnight to the thin crescent moon as she did the routine ridey-back tour of the house. “Goodnight, Pavarotti,” Daddy said to the speakers in the master bedroom. “Goodnight Pepperoni,” you said.