So this is the end of January today. How was your month? generally I find January depressing and slow, it wasn't the case this time. I had lots of holidays (I am on my last day of holidays actually) and, well, things just went really quickly. Maybe too quickly: I feel like I have done nothing of my month. For a winter month, it was suitably cold, but sadly without snow. So we spent a lot of January inside. Anyway, this was mine, how was yours?
Recently, my wife sent me a link to a recipe of a French toast peanut butter and jelly sandwich. God only knows how she found it. It is made of three French toasts, crunchy peanut butter, blueberry jam and raspberries. It looks absolutely calorific and the perfect recipe if you want to clog your arteries. Typical American overindulgence. Now, because Wolfie is quite fond of French toasts, my wife would like me to make it for him. And, well... I don't know. I love every single component of the French toast sandwich, but I never liked the idea of mixing jam and peanut butter, for one. It spoils the flavour of both in my opinion. And adding it to French toasts... It's just so piggish, isn't it? I guess at least he wouldn't be short on proteins. Anyway, since I saw the recipe, I keep wondering who is the sick, twisted mind who invented this abomination.
I am on holiday this week, until the end of January. As this is a normal school time for Wolfie and we don't really have anywhere to go, I am having a staycation. And I am doing absolutely nothing with it, apart from chilling out and relaxing a bit. Dolce far niente, as my Italian friends would say. A staycation might not be the ideal way of spending free time for many, but in my case this is just what the doctor's ordered, and with it January is passing through really quickly. I don't want all my holidays this year to be a staycation, but have plenty of time to plan our next trip somewhere.
Mon petit loup m'a fait un wolfisme (Wolfisms comme je les appelle en anglais) il y a quelques temps qui m'a fait chaud au coeur. Il m'a dit: "Daddy, I don't want to be England, I want to be Québec." Je ne sais pas quelle mouche l'a piquée, je crois que les photos de la neige l'ont peut-être influencé et lui ont donné le mal du pays de son père. Dans tous les cas, c'est très mignon.
Last week, I blogged about the Lava Game, one of Wolfie's favourite games walking back from school (sometimes walking to school as well, which I always fear might get him late). But he has another one he loves just as much: the Owl Game. Basically, he flaps his arms as if they were wings and hoots. Then when we talk to him, he says "I'm an owl" and it's all he is going to say until he is home. Owls seem to have accidentally become our totemic birds in the family: my wife has them on mugs, wallet, jumpers and so on. I'm not sure why, she does not like owls particularly. But I do love them quite a lot, for a number of reasons I will not dwell into, but you will find a good deal about owls on this blog. Maybe Wolfie picked up on that.
Last weekend, we went to two children birthday parties, back to back. Not the first one since Wolfie started school. In fact, I kind of lost count of the number of celebrations we went to as new parents. It's a new sort of social life, one we never quite had before. We don't know every parent, many are acquaintances but none are friends as of yet, nevertheless we spend a good deal of time with them. When we started doing it, Wolfie was not very thrilled. Now he always look forward to it. Mainly because he knows there will be sweets, but also because he enjoys meeting his friends. And we do too, as it really allows us to socialize. I think my mother-in-law said it best: "It's a nice way to get you through January faster." And this deserves to be a great unknown line.
I blogged recently about bookmarks, the ones I patiently gathered every time I went to the local bookshop (or another not local ones) and were mysteriously nowhere to be found. Well, they are still nowhere to be found, but I discovered new ones, Or rather, I found new ones I had forgotten I had: I just needed to check in my last unread purchases from the bookshop. Of course, there was a new bookmark in each one of them. So that solved my problem and the shortage. Still, the mystery of the lost ones remain. And the ordeal reminds me that I must find one specific place to store them.
