I've tried to piece together a few posts in the past couple of days but nothing has really come to fruition. I'm just tired, I suppose. Rachel threw up last night. And Miriam was throwing up on November 30. So since November 3rd—basically one month—my girls have managed to squeeze in six separate episodes of throwing up. Lovely.
Fortunately (or not; I can't decide), last night's issues were due to too much coughing instead of due to an actual stomach bug. So it was a completely isolated incident—at least, we can be pretty sure the stomach bug won't make the round through the family again because this isn't a stomach bug. It's a coughing bug.
We're in a bit of a cold snap, for Utah, at least.
On Tuesday it was -10°C (or around 15°F) in the morning. We had run out of milk inside and the girls wanted cold cereal so that meant I had to go out into the garage to get the milk from the outside fridge. I brought it inside, opened it up, and held it over Rachel's cereal bowl. Nothing but a small trickle came out.
The milk was frozen.
Fridges, it seems, aren't designed with heating elements so when it gets colder outside then the inside of the fridge gets colder as well.
We had to rush through breakfast in order to spend more time bundling up, which meant that after holding the milk over Rachel's bowl for five minutes so enough milk could drip into it, Miriam and I decided to skip breakfast and just start getting our warm things on. I suppose I should be grateful for the cold weather. It helped me teach my children what every good Canadian child should know—how to layer.
Miriam later opted to cry loud enough to wake up Grandma so she could stay home instead of venturing out into the cold. She freaks out when things cover her mouth because then she "can't talk," which is tragic, I know. When I tried putting a scarf on her she just about died.
It took a minute, but I convinced Rachel to don two pairs of pants, a t-shirt, a sweater, a jacket, a coat, two pairs of socks (her choice), boots, mittens, a hat, and a scarf. For the finishing touch I made her put the hood of her coat on, too.
I was dressed in a similar fashion. I am a huge wimp when it comes to being cold. I won't even tell you what I wear when it gets to be -40°C. I will tell you that we weren't too cold on the walk to school, so that's a plus. I think it might have to do with all the clothes we were wearing.
Anyway, when I got home and the milk had thawed enough to be pourable, Miriam and I had breakfast together. She screwed up her face as the milk slowly chunked into her bowl.
"Is there snow in my bowl?" she asked.
"It's not snow," I told her. "It's just milk. It's frozen though."
"Oooh! Ice cream!" she said.
She really enjoyed her cereal that morning.
The horrible thing about all this cold is that there's no snow to go with it, which means my kids don't want to go outside to play because it's just horribly cold—not horribly cold yet slightly fun. The nice thing about having no snow to go with this horrible cold is that we haven't had to shovel the driveway yet. With how busy Andrew's been, this is a huge blessing. I hate shoveling snow...mostly because it involves being outside where it's cold.
There is no snow in the forecast for the foreseeable future, which means we won't have to shovel the driveway for several days, at least. Now if I could just get my kids to stop throwing up...
Fortunately (or not; I can't decide), last night's issues were due to too much coughing instead of due to an actual stomach bug. So it was a completely isolated incident—at least, we can be pretty sure the stomach bug won't make the round through the family again because this isn't a stomach bug. It's a coughing bug.
We're in a bit of a cold snap, for Utah, at least.
On Tuesday it was -10°C (or around 15°F) in the morning. We had run out of milk inside and the girls wanted cold cereal so that meant I had to go out into the garage to get the milk from the outside fridge. I brought it inside, opened it up, and held it over Rachel's cereal bowl. Nothing but a small trickle came out.
The milk was frozen.
Fridges, it seems, aren't designed with heating elements so when it gets colder outside then the inside of the fridge gets colder as well.
We had to rush through breakfast in order to spend more time bundling up, which meant that after holding the milk over Rachel's bowl for five minutes so enough milk could drip into it, Miriam and I decided to skip breakfast and just start getting our warm things on. I suppose I should be grateful for the cold weather. It helped me teach my children what every good Canadian child should know—how to layer.
Miriam later opted to cry loud enough to wake up Grandma so she could stay home instead of venturing out into the cold. She freaks out when things cover her mouth because then she "can't talk," which is tragic, I know. When I tried putting a scarf on her she just about died.
It took a minute, but I convinced Rachel to don two pairs of pants, a t-shirt, a sweater, a jacket, a coat, two pairs of socks (her choice), boots, mittens, a hat, and a scarf. For the finishing touch I made her put the hood of her coat on, too.
I was dressed in a similar fashion. I am a huge wimp when it comes to being cold. I won't even tell you what I wear when it gets to be -40°C. I will tell you that we weren't too cold on the walk to school, so that's a plus. I think it might have to do with all the clothes we were wearing.
Anyway, when I got home and the milk had thawed enough to be pourable, Miriam and I had breakfast together. She screwed up her face as the milk slowly chunked into her bowl.
"Is there snow in my bowl?" she asked.
"It's not snow," I told her. "It's just milk. It's frozen though."
"Oooh! Ice cream!" she said.
She really enjoyed her cereal that morning.
The horrible thing about all this cold is that there's no snow to go with it, which means my kids don't want to go outside to play because it's just horribly cold—not horribly cold yet slightly fun. The nice thing about having no snow to go with this horrible cold is that we haven't had to shovel the driveway yet. With how busy Andrew's been, this is a huge blessing. I hate shoveling snow...mostly because it involves being outside where it's cold.
There is no snow in the forecast for the foreseeable future, which means we won't have to shovel the driveway for several days, at least. Now if I could just get my kids to stop throwing up...
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