Family Day

Summary: I broke my ass on the toboggan slide & Max tried to burn down the house deep frying.

Today was Family Day here. Actually today was Family Day in the rest of the country but here it was "Louis Riel Day"

Don't get me started. But not feeling up to creating our own government in commemoration of the day, my Family decided to celebrate with the rest of the nation (except federal government workers - sorry Dad! I love this country. Like you love that weird aunt because she saves pantyhose for no apparent reason) & make a point of partaking in a FAMILY outing. Nothing says family like tobogganing.

So here (left) is Stewie & I on the toboggan run. Note the lumps of ice on it. To make it "fun" presumably.

On the wooden toboggan, it was "fun". If you're a child made of rubber, as they tend to be. That ride was rough, but bearable.

On the last run of the day, I decided to take one the girls' "krazy karpets" down instead. Kind of on a dare. "There's only one way down". I could have used the stairs, but the words "I. Dare. You." Don't have to get used very often, as it's always implied. Usually I'm far too weak brittle lazy mature to respond to such taunting. Not always.

He warned me "don't go down on your knees" (I'm sure he never dreamed he would ever string those words together voluntarily) because of the ice bumps. "Good point" I agreed.

The last ice bump I hit & busted my ass. "Ow I BROKE my BUTT!!" I yelled.

Stewie, already at the bottom ran up to me "Did you breaked you butt Mommy?"

All the way home all three were commenting about my butt and how I broke my butt and did my butt hurt. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have used the opportunity to be so interested had I bruised, say, my arm.

I finally admitted to them all that I had not, in fact, broken my butt and I would not have to call the hospital and tell them I broke my butt, BUT, I would be complaining about it all evening. Which I did.

Meanwhile, prior to the ass-cracking, some nice photos were snapped.

Looking at this, and several other photos that he took that day, I wonder why I don't thrust the camera into Max's hands more often.

(He actually didn't take all of these.)
I am pleased that this shot doesn't reveal some of the "realities" of winter play (said reality running down their faces if you look closely. Don't look closely)

I just like this one because it still evident that the world hasn't sucked the wonder out of him. I might frame it and give it to him as a graduation present.

So the grease-fire incident wasn't actually all that alarming. It was always under control. I was upstairs and heard some kid-hollering regarding fire (it sounded more excited than scared or alarmed). I ran down just to make sure he was there (he was). The worst was, as small of a little grease fire as it was, it sure made a lot of smoke. Max asked "why is it so dark in here?" (the kitchen) I also thought another bulb had burnt out. Nope. It was thick black smoke in the top third of the kitchen. We'll be cleaning greasy smoke off the walls & ceiling for a bit. It quickly cleared out. The silver lining? We have confirmation that all the smoke alarms are functioning (with real smoke)!