A dream come true

I was supposed to do a day of paid work today and while the child care came through (as always), the work itself didn't yet. So it's time to sweep the floor and wipe the coffee table and do all the small tasks that never get done around here. It's also time to update the blog, which devotees know is a rare event too these days.

We haven't downloaded photos of the Shamu/Sea World adventure. Besides, everyone who wants to see them was in Florida doing the Shamu wave anyway. I am putting up a lovely snap of Sophie with her dad and Seb figuring out how he too can ride the new-to-us sports-buggy (i.e. big wheel machine for snow drifts that thankfully have yet to appear).

It's day 3 of a crew tearing up the pavement along our street for a gas line. We have a great view from the apartment and all the action thrills Sophie and her brother - jack hammers (muted somehow), diggers, back hoes, dump truck and more. Yesterday, we returned home at 5.40 and they were still at work with the equipment's lights all on. I commented how late it was to be working and that perhaps we should offer them a cup of tea given how cold it was. Ever the sweet tooth, Seb suggested cookies instead.

So we took out the box of baked goods and he told the foreman that "You are working late and hard, would you like a cookie?". Of course, he was a terrific hit. And when they all asked him if he had helped to make them with his mum, he replied that no, his dad had made them alone. Needless to say, Seb got his cookie too.

This morning, the team let him sit in a digger! What goes around...