I softened the blow for my boys with their favourite sugary treats in an appropriate colour. ;)
On Tuesday, I go in for my 18wk ultrasound. I’ve decided I can live with finding out if Baby-the-Last is a boy or girl ahead of time, so I thought I’d open the floor for guesses by others, too!
Oh my gosh, yes. Walking to school is such a little freedom, and it is through navigating these little freedoms that our children grow up to be strong and intelligent teenagers with greater freedoms and, eventually, into adults who have all the freedoms we have. We want our children to grow into strong and successful adults, but this can’t happen if we don’t give them opportunities and tools with which to stand on their own two feet.
Originally posted on Ottawa Citizen:
As school kicked off on Tuesday, the Ottawa Police Service warned parents via its Twitter account not to let kids walk to school alone. The police suggested that parents instead find a neighbour kid to walk their child to school. There’s safety in numbers, and that’s not bad advice.
But why the first half of the tweet? Why the admonition, instead of positive advice, especially for new parents sending their kids off to school for the first time?
The police force tweet speaks to this bizarre, irrational fear we have bought into that there are perverts and criminals around every corner. It’s the same logic that infects federal government rhetoric about tough-on-crime legislation.
The problem, fundamentally, is that it’s just not true. Generations of kids have walked to school every day, with few problems.
There are real ramifications. In the United States, one parent found herself facing charges after leaving her…
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While in Nova Scotia, my Dad asked me to look through a box of burned CDs that belonged to my brother to make sure nothing important was going to be thrown out. Most of it was garbage, but I saw a mix CD my brother had put together for himself and packed it along for the drive back to Ottawa.
I should interrupt here and state that my brother’s taste in music was about as eclectic as mine is, so it should be no surprise that “I Shot The Sheriff” and “Natural Woman” featured alongside no fewer than THREE versions of “It’s Raining Men.”
I didn’t look at the track list before playing it — every time a new song came on and I caught myself saying, “why, Matt, WHY?!!”
I could almost hear his voice in my head, saying “aw, c’mon, Liss! This stuff is AWESOME!”
I don’t really know what I feel about the afterlife, or if I believe in it at all — my thoughts on the finality of death change from day to day — but I’ve been throwing up a request from time to time, covering my bases I guess, asking my brother to keep an eye out for Baby-The-Last on the off-chance he’s hanging around and has any sway with the forces of the Universe.
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