Cookie Cutter as: Sandwich shaper

We’ve been having rough nights with Mr. T waking up a lot due to his cold and growth spurt, so the last 2 mornings J took E to school and let me sleep in while the other 2 kids were sleeping late. Thank you, love of my life! Yesterday, he did what I did last week and cut E a PB&J boy, so that counts as Day 4 of Cookie Cutter week. Today was CRAZY again so tonight I’ll post the cookie tree and other things…

PS: You moms of three (MOTHs) and four (MOFOs), do you ever get “back on track”? I feel like each day I get further behind in life! Some days it’s all I can do to get everyone fed and dressed and keep a moderate semblance of tidiness in the kitchen plus referee the sibling screaming.


Day 14: Parliamentary Business

Little D and E spent the morning outside again. D noticed a humongous moth clinging to the screen door, so she and E started devising ways of getting it down and capturing it. D had a large stick – it was about 7 feet long – and was planning on knocking it down. E came up with a butterfly net and pulled up a deck chair to try to catch it. Except she only pulled up the chair partway – she was still about 3 feet from the door. It was quite comical watching them, sitting side by side in the chair after several failed attempts to get the thing. Finally D got it to come down and they girls watched it flutter and crawl around the porch. D ran off to get her Critter Catcher (a plastic basket with a trap hole in the bottom) to try to get it inside. The moth seemed to have a damaged wing (possible from the whacking of the stick and net…) and wasn’t having any liftoff success. It sure could run though. They followed it across the porch, saying, “Come on, go inside! Come on little guy, come in here!” trying to politely entice it into the cage. Its wings started to open up a bit and we got a good look at its “eyes” on the back of them. It really was a huge moth. D finally picked it up in her hands, very carefully, to put it inside and it finally got its liftoff right from her palms. We were able to see it fly almost all the way across the yard, it was so big. It almost looked like a bird. And so that was the science lesson for the morning.

Then we packed up the PT and said goodbye to our new friends. We headed into Ottawa for some lunch and a quick visit before the drive to Montreal. The girls, already exhausted from a morning of serious playing, fell asleep before we even got into town. So J & M pulled over a pho restaurant and J picked up some lunch which we ate on the steps of JW building next to the PT. Some people took notice of the PT as they walked by, but one group in particular looked a bit perturbed by the sleeping babes in the back with no adults nearby. Then the lady noticed M sitting a few feet away on the steps and asked what it was.

“It’s a prisoner transport. It was built in BC. We’re driving it to Newfoundland.”

She laughed and said, “Well, what is it now? I mean, it’s not a prisoner transport anymore, surely; have you converted it into a camper or…?”

“No, it’s a prisoner transport. It’s new. It was just built. We’re delivering it.”

She looked quite shocked, but then wished us a good trip and continued on.

Guess we’re a bit of an unlikely story.

After lunch, we headed towards Parliament Hill. Both girls woke up on the way so we pulled over again near a Starbucks (Yay!) to pick up lunch for them and coffee for us. Then we drove to the seat of government for our fair nation. And we headed in behind the buildings, into a lot marked “Parliamentary Business Only”.

M: J, we can’t go in. We’ll get pulled over, or arrested, or ticketed or something.

J: Stop telling me where to go. We’re on official government business.

M: Right. Who are you going to ask?

J: Those guards right there.

J pulls over and disappears for a few minutes, presumably asking if we can pull our unmarked, unknown vehicle in front of the Parliament buildings to “take a picture”. He returns and hops in.

M: Denied!

J: Not! They are sending a police escort for us.

So, yeah. We were escorted right up to the front of the building for a few pictures, after clearing it with the parking/security guards in the front of the building (different from the police escort). That police car left as another one pulled up behind us – our second escort to the other place for pictures. J was to give her the signal when we were done so we could go to the other spot. Where we got the first escort back to lead us off the grounds when we were done.

How does J do it? Sweet-talking people from coast to coast for favours and discounts all over the place.

Then we hit the road for Montreal. Thankfully not a long drive so we arrived just before dinner.Auntie  J & F were waiting for us with balloons on the front patio. Auntie J had prepared Moroccan lamb shanks and some of the best cheese ever. It was a repas gourmand. Then we watched the Habs win 5-1. Auntie J has never been a hockey fan. And now, she’s hardcore. She knows the stats, tThe name of the goalie and the crowd’s special cheer for him (Halac, Halac, I like it like that!), what a shutout is, and when the next game is on. It’s hilarious!

We fell into a peaceful sleep in our own room while the girls snored next door in their own beds.

Bonne nuit!

  • Melodies: Alice in Wonderland (last chapter!), Narnia: The Horse & His Boy, Casting Crowns, Ginny Owens
  • Miles: 150 (250 km)
  • Meals: bagels & coffee, Pho in Ottawa (protein plate for the girls from Starbucks – seriously, they love it.), Moroccan lamb shanks and excellent cheese (Saint Andre triple creme from France… drool!)
  • Meltdowns: J-0/M-1/E-3/C-1