Signs that I'm doing well in Vancouver. . .
Just finished a single batch of strawberry jam.
I listened to Matt Good and a techno remix of The Watchmen on the radio today.
I've got a $15/month club membership now. Been twice.
Have Toby registered for two different summer camps (half-day, week long) and Alicia registered for gymnastics with mom (4 sessions only). They start next week. Yes!
I say 'Ant Stacy' about 50% of the time.
I've figured out that the even numbered streets go through and the odd numbered ones might not. Genius. And if the streets have names, you're in White Rock. If the streets have only numbers, you're in Surrey (where the streets have no name...).
So far I've always been pleasant with my dear husband when he gets home from work 11-12 hours after he left the house in the morning (all three times he's gone to work so far).
Signs that I've got a ways to go . . .
The kids somewhat expect me to get lost on the way to parks.
I keep forgetting to bring a quarter when I go grocery shopping (for the grocery cart).
We don't have drivers' licenses yet (need driving records from MN by snail).
I have no clue what the speed limits are. I just drive what everyone else is driving.
I say 'Ahnt Stacy' about 50% of the time.
I keep forgetting that people to call long distance are now two hours ahead instead of two hours behind.
I find it odd that there are no screens on the windows. People even leave doors open. No bugs. The few flies that do fly in, fly out again. But what about the children who fly out?
The point in every day when I just completely lose it.
I hate grocery shopping. I have to decide what I'll buy organic and what not, what I might find and what I won't be able to find. Which yogurts my kids will eat and which not. There are no processed organic or natural meats to be found, it seems, even if I did want to pay for them. Bread is another thing that drives me nuts. I want my Great Harvest Bread! I have found one natural baker, but their bread is like rocks. What's to boast about in not using any yeast?
The kids . . . well, they have good signs and bad signs too. They really really miss their Granny. I'm not sure if it helps when we chat with her or makes it worse. They miss her. I'll say to Alicia, "Don't suck your lips, Licia. That's why they hurt." She'll come back with, "I don't suck my lips at Granny's." Right.
They do really love their Fuller family. They know full well how much attention they can get and they milk every bit of it. At the moment, Uncle Derek lives downstairs. As soon as he gets home from work, there they go. Love it. Tuesday, Licia didn't want to eat her dinner. She asked me, "Does Uncle Derek have dinner?" not too subtly suggesting that she wanted to eat downstairs with him.
The kids are the perfect ages for the move too. At 3 and 5, they are old enough to be decent playmates for each other and young enough to miss their friends somewhat minimally. Though today there was much lamenting over the loss of Zeke and Keara. And Gabe's toys. But today Toby said to Licia, "All of the sisters that I don't like are the same kind as you." I think that went over her head. I worry about Toby's social skills, but at the park today he seemed to be doing okay. It was Papa Bob style, just talking to everyone.
I've been trying a little Papa Bob style too. We'll see who finds a friend first. Me or Toby.
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