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I had a dream that I was a diver of Olympic caliber. I was one of those divers who leaps off tall towers high above blue waters. One of those who fall perfectly, effortlessly, slicing into watery horizon like the sharpest of knives.

It was the day of the big diving competition.

I climbed the ladder, up up up. My thoughts were reeling. I was steeling myself for the dive of a lifetime.

I made it to the top, and slowly, deliberately, walked the length of the board.

I closed my eyes and stood there, waiting for the right second before taking that big leap. Soon I would be airbound, next I would be in crystal waters. Then I would be the winner.

I opened my eyes to sounds of laughter. What's going on here? I looked at the crowd and noticed that people were pointing at me. Looking down I realized why. I was fully clothed. I think I was even wearing a coat.

Normal people have dreams about appearing naked in public - forgetting to put their pants on when they leave the house and things like that. But leave it to me to have a fear of suddenly appearing dressed. :)

Last night I had a whole list of things to do.

update the blog (Sarah's birthday party was a big success, btw. I have lots of photos to format and post.)
continue post-party clean up
do some freelance work
work on DigitalEve stuff
make outstanding phone calls and write outstanding emails. If I owe you one of these I am truly sorry.

But none of these things happened because I fell asleep, exhausted, in Emma's bed at 8:45 after watching The Wiggles. (More on that later)

Anyway, all this to say is that all these things are still on my to-do list. Only they are postponed a bit.

Cheers,

It's Sarah's birthday today. She's two. (!)

The in-laws are coming over to stay with us over the weekend, and we're expecting a house full of people on Sunday.

We have no groceries. There are still dust-bunnies lurking about. These things are still in my power to remedy.

But as an added bonus, the downstairs bathroom remains unfixed yet (we can't seem to persuade a plumber to come look at it) and while I was brushing my teeth in the upstairs bathroom the handle of the faucet came off in my hand as I went to turn the water off.

Worst case scenario: everyone has to brush their teeth in the bathtub.

<sigh>

Have a good weekend everyone.

Sarah wanted a banana at breakfast this morning. She usually does, this in itself is not unusual.

She held it to her ear.

"Hello?" she asked, looking into the "receiver".
"Who are you talking to, Sarah?"
"PAPA."
"And who else?"
"Tasha!" [She's the pooch.] "And Nana!"

It's good to know we can reach our family with fruit.

Whoever invented Daylight Savings did not have young children whose schedules are largely determined by daylight or lack thereof.

It wasn't until after 8:00 p.m. that I managed to negotiate a bedtime for Sarah. And I still hear her tossing around up there.

It's no wonder really. The last bits of sunlight peeking around the rim of her blind are reminding her that there are more games to be played, more apples to be eaten, more hugs to dole out.

Yesterday both Emma and Sarah clamored for hugs and both wanted me to pick them up. I took Sarah on one knee, and offered Emma space on the other.

"No," she said sadly. "I want all parts of you."

Tonight when I put her to bed we were lying in bed talking when she suddenly started to sniff the air, laughing.

"Hey, you farted under there!" I pointed to underneath the blankets.

She denied it.

"No I didn't," she said. "You did!"

My almost four year old has learned to blame others for her internal rumblings. She gets this from her father, of that I am certain.

Emma was the unintentional recipient of some chewing gum on Saturday. She swallowed it, not really understanding that the concept is to chew chew chew it until every last ounce of flavour has been sucked out and it has morphed into a gray waxy wad in your mouth.

I remember trying to learn how to blow bubbles with gum when I was a kid, then trying to teach my mother how to do it. She accidentally spit the gum out on the bedspread. We laughed like mad.

p.s. Please, someone, make me one of these. I will love you and will be your devoted fan forever and ever amen.

andrea