Monday, June 27, 2011

I's the b'y that catches the fish...


The Caplin rolled in this morning.

Caplin are small fish, and every spring, they come to the shore to spawn. This means that thousands of fish are washing up on shore. So, if you're so inclined (and many are), you grab your bucket, your net and some rubber boots and head out to the shore. I was told awhile ago that "when you hear the caplin are rolling, drop everything- you get in your car and drive to the shore."

I read on twitter that the Caplin that they were rolling this morning, I did just that. Paul went off to work and I loaded the girls in the car and drove off to Middle Cove. 
It was really cool. There were so many fish right there on shore. There were hundred of birds as well, diving down for the fish, which was pretty amazing to watch. I've heard that there can be whales, too, but we didn't see any. 

 But, G took a bit of a dive into the waves and soaked herself from head to toe. When we got to the car, I pulled off her rubber boot and poured out the water. So, we went home. 
But we came back later with Paul. 
It was pretty crowded. More people, but many of the fish had gone away or been caught. 


We did manage to catch a few.



 G was really into it.
Then she asked the fish gods to bless her (or something). 

We took them home.

Dredged them in flour.

Fried them up.



And polished them off! 

G was very, very fond of them.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Secrets with 2 year olds

G: Daddy, close your eyes!
(he closes his eyes)
Mommy, close your eyes!
(I close my eyes)
Me: Now what?
Paul (peaks): She has her eyes closed too. G, why are we closing our eyes?
G: Because we have to have a secret!
Paul: Okay! (we all close our eyes)
G: Daddy, open your eyes. Mommy, open your eyes.
Me: Okay...
G: We all have a secret now!
(pause...pause...)
And I WIN!

Friday, June 17, 2011

So... this happened

I need to write this down somewhere, so I can share how confused it made me.

G and I were at the library and I left her reading to herself in the kids area while I wandered a bit away looking for some books for myself (she was within maybe five feet of me). I heard her say "No! That's mine!" and so I came back and there is a little boy, about a head taller then her STANDING on the book she's reading - which is currently on her lap. He gets off, but he keeps trying to stomp on her foot. G is upset (obviously) and saying "No! Go away!" and (her favourite new phrase) "Don't look at me!"
  The boy says "Oops! Sorry!" as he continues to try to step on her. So I intervene. I say "No, no, let's not step on her foot." "Oops! Sorry!"
So he grabs her toy (that was in her hand) away, and, of course, G screams "NO!" in her angry-toddler-that's-mine voice. "Oops! Sorry!"

Enter his mother.
She's kind. She pulls her son away, but then, we have the following conversation:

Her: How old is she?
Me: Almost three.
Her: Oh, when's her birthday?
Me: She'll be three in August.
Her: Wow, she's a couple months older then him! He's tall for his age.
Me: Yeah.
(The little boy tries again to take away G's toy)
Her: Sorry! He thinks that she's littler then him, so he can beat her up.
(to her son) She's older then you, so you can't take things from her.
Me: uhm...
Her: He doesn't know she's older then him. What size does she wear? 2?
Me: Yeah, mostly.
Her: She's older then you, sweetie, don't pick on her!
(They leave)

So... it would be okay for him to pick on her if she was younger then him? I do not understand. I guess she was just surprised that G is almost 3 since she's so small. But seriously! The reason not to take a kid's toy or step on them is because you don't step on another kid regardless of their age.