He's sprouted like a bamboo shoot in the past few months! And for those of you that don't know, bamboo can sprout up and attain great heights in just one night! We just can't believe how fast he's changing. It's scary, sad and exciting all at the same time.
It's been a busy time for all since Christmas. After the holidays were over, JC did NOT want to go back to day-care. We struggled with the whole concept of day-care yet again and Cindy did quite a bit of research, deciding to enroll him in a Montessori preschool. We're impressed with the curriculum and the price is actually better than the daycare. Unfortunately, the minimum age is 2.5 years old and the "students" must be toilet trained. So, as you can imagine, we're busy getting JC comfortable with the whole idea of sittin' on the ol' crapper so he'll be ready in the fall. You can't imagine how proud daddy was when the first pebblets appeared at the bottom of the bowl. A brand new Transformer (tm) was behind my back, ready to present to encourage a repeat next time around. Since last week, he's informed us that he has to "poo poo potty" three more times, so we're on a roll (fingers crossed). However, I think he's going to wise up to the idea that the Transformer is the same each and every time. His verbal skills continue to amaze us and make us laugh hysterically. The other day, he blew in my face and said "dada too windy". We were at the Superstore on Thursday and I was pushing him around in the cart and he looked past me at Cindy, who was looking at some cheese and said "momma, what doing? come on!" I'm sure I'm just a biased dadda, but I think that is pretty impressive for a 23 month old ;)
Otherwise, things are good business-wise (for now). Byron and I had a great time in the arctic at the end of January. His job was to collect caribou kidneys, liver, bone and meat from local hunters. You'd be amazed at some of the things we laid our eyes on in these hunter's houses. Whole caribou on the kitchen floor - blood collagulating as it drips on the floor and pools in the corners. Us, with our Dewalt reciprocating saw laying into each beast and sawing off the parts we needed. In some cases, the animals were frozen, which meant we had to keep putting the saw battery under the truck heater as the batteries fizzled out so quickly because the temperature was so low. One night, we put on as many layers as we could and stood outside in -50C with windchill. Within a few minutes, ice had formed all around my glasses so I could only see the faint halo of the streetlights. We called it a tie and within the time it took to take off my gloves and take two photos of Byron, I got frostbite on my thumb and pointer finger. In fact, I had to thaw them out by popping them in my mouth since they were rock hard. I was a little worried for the hours that followed, but once they started hurting, I felt relieved. The amazing (and sad) thing, is that these people keep dogs outside during these times. Dogs that aren't meant to be there - short haired dogs. It infuriates me and I'm sure to speak up every chance I get. Otherwise, in general, I feel a little uneasy with all this doom and gloom, recession news that dominates the news headlines. There seems to be no escape. I'm not sure what next year will hold for me if this recession/pending depression keeps up. I need to start diversifying, and fast. Thankfully, Kelvin has offered to help me get a website up, so I hope that will garner some interest from potential clients. At least things are remaining busy for now, albeit my clients definitely are monitoring the budgets a little more closely. If worse comes to worst, at least I'll have guns and ammo in the closet when martial law is imposed and looters roam the streets after all the world governments collapse and the four horsemen of the apocalyse come riding out of the blood-coloured sky. ;)









