Saiing and sores sustained

Matt took us sailing at the National Harbour on the Saturday before Kole went to camp. It was a beautiful day and we were all excited. It was a new sailboat for Matt so he called for some last minute detail and so we call him either brave or rather looney to take 2 grown women who know little about sailing, 2 boys that are terrified of tipping and a 2 year old girl with no fear ready to jump right in the water without notice. I steered as Kole had to watch her baby(s) and mine and I think I won out on that toss. To move back and forth from one side to the next depending on where the sail ended up was exhausting. Poor Matt started out by saying Lisa go steer to the bow side or steer to the stern, couldn't get that so he said go to the left or right, finally he just ended up by saying pull toward you or push away from you. Now we were communicating! By the end LuLu had put her head in the water, the boys were finally over the fear of tipping (well mostly) and they wanted to jump in and swim and I had gotten the hang of steering (well mostly). We got out and rewarded ourselves with a gelato, some cake love cupcakes and played in the sand play area. Sam is below next to the huge hand. Attached to the hand is a huge head,  a huge knee and other parts of human body. LuLu has sensitive eyes so we need to glamour her up with some cool glasses and hats. Although they don't stay on for too long.

Well there's a smile on that face but it's one of shock. Poor LuLu has had a heck of a time with us. We pray she'll survive our stay. The day mom and I went up to girls camp we took LuLu and she got stung by a bee. Well her little forehead swelled up and she looked pretty miserable. Well the very next day she was playing on the couch with Grandpa and she pulled away, fell and hit the other side of her forehead on the corner of the coffee table. Got a small deep cut and wow--blood everywhere. The picture below does not do justice. Blood was all over faces and our clothes, mom's crying, Lu's crying, I'm trying not to cry, it was crazy. We called Matt and had him come home. He put on a brave face but this poor little beautiful girl with an already swollen face now has blood covering it. It had to be pretty painful for a dad to see. Even one who knows first aid as well as he does. He glued her right up while grandpa held her. She was very good and it didn't hurt one bit that daddy put "Snow White" on video, her favorite disney princess, on the computer. At the end of the day mom, dad and I plopped right into bed and slept like babies. Mental stress is incredibly exhausting!

 The next day (Friday) Kole would come home. All we wanted was a injury free day. We hadn't told Kole just yet about the fall, we thought it better to wait mainly to get rid of the evidence of the immense blood spilt--head wounds are the worst! And secondly to give us enough time to think of good way to tell her her baby was once again injured. Oh we prayed the swelling would go down from the bee sting, it had pretty well disappeared and she was well on her way to being in her mothers safe arms. With 10 minutes to go before Kole came home she went outside to see the stroller because she wanted to go on a walk and bang--the stroller fell on top of her. We're quite certain Kole will never ask us to babysit again. I'm pretty sure we've secured that future for us.

Kolette asked us rather Bob to teach Sot to ride his bike without the training wheels. Kolette and Matt live on a curvy, hilly, tree lined road and so it is next to impossible to find a safe place to learn anything. However there is a road a little ways down that's not too long but good because it is flat and basically rarely traveled. Here's Sot on the bike, yes we failed in teaching but who has the time when the boys don't get home until after 4? They are certainly not ready to be taught anything new they would rather swim or sometimes they would need to make stone soup who has time to learn to balance on 2 wheels? Maybe next week after Owlettes. That ends at 1:00. Still monsters get hungry then too.

We don't have bikes for everyone so "some" have to run. Some being Sam whom really when it comes down to it loves to run more than anything. He's always wanting to race from anywhere to somewhere. As Sotir rode Sam ran. He threw a little bit of a fit initially but when it got down to it he would rather race on foot and try to beat wheeled bike . Besides, when we started out on the bike it was on a steep hill. Sotir told Sam he could ride the bike then. Sam then thinking he would show off a bit forgot the bike still had training wheels and the bikes balance would be off a bit. It threw him for a loop and then literally threw him into 3 mailboxes. Basically, Sam came out unscathed but filled up on humble pie. As you can see the run below is post crash and he still felt the need for speed. After all there's no time for sulking when there are minnows to be found/caught by Hand Fish Catcher and his worthy companion Sotir.