This is what it looked like on April 25 here. A week before we had been contemplating turning on the AC. Now we are sadly scrounging to find the winter accoutrements.

But if it’s got to look like this, at least I’ve got a cheery face to keep me from throwing myself off the nearest bridge. Spring in the prairies, is as it always was. Fickle!

We’ve been keeping ourselves entertained with a stack of new-to-us books from a big used book sale in the city. We were able to pick up several that looked brand new and one in particular that I’ve mentioned here before. M is for Mischief has been read at least a dozen times in the past few days and I expect we won’t be done with it for some time to come. In a perfect demonstration of my children’s different personalities, Avery loseWeight Exercises her mind when we insert her name into the text. “Angry Abby Avery’s apt to argue…”, somehow missing the irony of her complete meltdown at the suggestion that she is “angry”. Which only makes us laugh harder and continue to torment her. Kieran is thrilled at the “K” page about “Kicking Kenny Kieran”. Which means we spend very little time on it. Because it’s no fun if it doesn’t tick them off.

We’re awesome parents, aren’t we?

Ok, one more little thing I wanted to write down before I forget it forever. Today Avery was trying to tell me about a form from school that was “due” tomorrow but she kept saying it was “doomed” tomorrow. You know mom? Doomed? And I kept saying “Due? What is due?” and she would reply with an increasingly frustrated “NOOOO! DOOOOOMED!” until we were repeating a perfect Who’s on First routine only my daughter was in tears over her mother’s unfortunate stupidity. I think we’ve worked it out.

She’s just like me. Stupid people drive her crazy.