I have learned something about myself in the past six straight days of rain.  I am a rain sissy.  When the constant drizzle brings earthworms slithering out onto the sidewalk I get squeamish.  I don’t own a rainccoat. I don’t know where on earth our umbrella is and I keep assuming the rain will stop so I don’t bother to go searching for it.  During an average rainy day we Saskatchewanites shrug our shoulders and delay our trip by 10 minutes because the rain usually lets up in short order.  I become cranky and depressed, sluggish and mean when there is no sun for more than 24 hours.  The past week I have not been a nice person by any stretch of the imagination.  I’m so glad we’ve almost come to the end of this gross weather. 

On another note, isn’t this a cute picture of Kieran?  I think so. 

And moving on…I bought a book for Avery lately called “My Body is Private”.  It covers the basics about which parts of a person’s body are private and about respecting people’s privacy and learning that you have the right to tell anyone at any time that you don’t want to be touched.  All in all it is a pretty good book.  But I have a hard time reading it, not because of the anatomy discussion but because at one point the book addresses the fact that someone might try to touch a child inappropriately or take pictures of them.  This reference just makes me feel sick to my stomach.  I know it’s important for my child to be informed and to know how to respond in a abusive situation but it is so hard to think about the possibility that someone would try to exploit my daughter.  I don’t want to consider this and I certainly don’t want to have to tell Avery about this kind of evil. I know she doesn’t really understand what it means or all the implications of it but I feel as though I am taking away some of her innocence by “educating” her.  I’m not sure how I reconcile my duty as a responsible parent with the way I feel about the whole thing.