Dear Jen,
Have you ever checked out the blog holding our namesake hostage? It's kind of annoying because there are only three posts ever, all from December 2002. But then, it is also incredibly depressing--you probably shouldn't. Although knowing how thorough you usually are, you probably looked at it the day this blog was made...
Love,
Jacqui
PS I really think you should make a response video to my dancing kids one. Then I'll video Evelyn dancing to Zach dance to her dancing, and then you can make another one of Zach dancing to Evelyn dancing to him dancing to her dancing, and we can just continue back and forth through the years. It could be truly epic.
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Sunday, 6 November 2011
Dance Party
Dear Jacqui,
Aren't you lucky you get to "play" me? I mean, imagine if you had to be Joel or something... that'd be way more lame.
Speaking of Joel, he had his first "real taste" of "Life Without Evelyn" on Friday...
I had Joel's laptop in the kitchen and was checking Facebook. (It's crazy how interested I can still be only having two friends... although even when I had 100 or whatever - it was still you & K I was most sincerely interested in... but anyways...) I see that you posted a little video of E & G dancing, so I call Z to the kitchen to watch it with me. (Side note - oh.m.goodness - Could Gavin BE any bigger!? What the heck are you feeding him? I swear if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it! AND what a cutie... I almost can't handle myself!) Okay <ahem> back to the story...
Zach comes in, gets up on a chair and pushes his face up so that it is almost touching the monitor. Evelyn is dancing on the screen and Z brushes her image with his thumb. Moments quickly pass, when Zach cries out "Mom! Quick! Put some music on so I can dance with Evelyn!" Always up for a little dance party, I dash to the radio and whisper a prayer of thanks when one of Z's favorite "dance songs" is on. (Since I know you are dying with curiosity, I'll link it up)
The next three minutes (or thirty-three... whatever) are spent "dancing with Evelyn"... calling to her image on the screen... encouraging her to twirl... mimicking her... and showing herZach's our moves.
Joel observing the whole thing leans into me and says genuinely, "That may actually be one of the saddest things I have ever seen..."
I take a deep breath and respond seriously, "No... it's actually way sadder when they play 'hide & seek' on Skype"
Whatever. This just increases Joel's willingness to send me on a February Extravaganza.
Love, Jen
P.S. If you really valued our friendship like you say you do, I think you'd spring for a fireplace... just sayin'.
Aren't you lucky you get to "play" me? I mean, imagine if you had to be Joel or something... that'd be way more lame.
Speaking of Joel, he had his first "real taste" of "Life Without Evelyn" on Friday...
I had Joel's laptop in the kitchen and was checking Facebook. (It's crazy how interested I can still be only having two friends... although even when I had 100 or whatever - it was still you & K I was most sincerely interested in... but anyways...) I see that you posted a little video of E & G dancing, so I call Z to the kitchen to watch it with me. (Side note - oh.m.goodness - Could Gavin BE any bigger!? What the heck are you feeding him? I swear if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it! AND what a cutie... I almost can't handle myself!) Okay <ahem> back to the story...
Zach comes in, gets up on a chair and pushes his face up so that it is almost touching the monitor. Evelyn is dancing on the screen and Z brushes her image with his thumb. Moments quickly pass, when Zach cries out "Mom! Quick! Put some music on so I can dance with Evelyn!" Always up for a little dance party, I dash to the radio and whisper a prayer of thanks when one of Z's favorite "dance songs" is on. (Since I know you are dying with curiosity, I'll link it up)
The next three minutes (or thirty-three... whatever) are spent "dancing with Evelyn"... calling to her image on the screen... encouraging her to twirl... mimicking her... and showing her
Joel observing the whole thing leans into me and says genuinely, "That may actually be one of the saddest things I have ever seen..."
I take a deep breath and respond seriously, "No... it's actually way sadder when they play 'hide & seek' on Skype"
Whatever. This just increases Joel's willingness to send me on a February Extravaganza.
Love, Jen
P.S. If you really valued our friendship like you say you do, I think you'd spring for a fireplace... just sayin'.
Friday, 4 November 2011
Your Life as a Sitcom
Dear Jen,
Just now Evelyn was standing in my empty flour bucket (which unfortunately was emptied half-way through making bread--during Gavin's nap, which means no running out. DOH!) asking if I could give her a ride. When I explained that I was not strong enough, she replied, "Dsoel is. Dsoel is drong enuf."
Which reminded me: One of Evelyn's favourite pretending games is to pretend that one of us is Joel, and one of us is Jen. And then we go about living life and running errands. It's like a really great sitcom! Sometimes she plays Jacqui and I get to be Jen--and then Gavin of course would be Zach or Evelyn. She tries to insist that I refer to Gavin by such designated names, but the problem of course is that Gavin doesn't know that is his new name, so it doesn't really work all that well.
She likes to do that, or listen to Sharon, Lois and Bram.
Kids.
Just now Evelyn was standing in my empty flour bucket (which unfortunately was emptied half-way through making bread--during Gavin's nap, which means no running out. DOH!) asking if I could give her a ride. When I explained that I was not strong enough, she replied, "Dsoel is. Dsoel is drong enuf."
Which reminded me: One of Evelyn's favourite pretending games is to pretend that one of us is Joel, and one of us is Jen. And then we go about living life and running errands. It's like a really great sitcom! Sometimes she plays Jacqui and I get to be Jen--and then Gavin of course would be Zach or Evelyn. She tries to insist that I refer to Gavin by such designated names, but the problem of course is that Gavin doesn't know that is his new name, so it doesn't really work all that well.
She likes to do that, or listen to Sharon, Lois and Bram.
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
A Tale of Two Friends
Dear Jen,
I know I promised a blown-up photo of Zach and Evelyn put over the fireplace in my living room.
But you see, I haven't got a fireplace.
And besides, I frankly don't have the funds to pay for a photo to be blown up--that stuff is expensive.
I know I promised a blown-up photo of Zach and Evelyn put over the fireplace in my living room.
But you see, I haven't got a fireplace.
And besides, I frankly don't have the funds to pay for a photo to be blown up--that stuff is expensive.
Considering the evidence, I hope this will please you:
This is not a set-up--it is a photograph of how things are legitimately arranged (when not torn apart by a certain grabby-hands baby). I swear.
Love,
Jacqui
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Twice
Dear Jacqui,
Well, I guess I posted it twice... once for me, once for you (if you insist!)
I certainly wasn't suggesting that you look like that when you run... nope -NOT AT ALL. I was sending you a little pictorial of myself so you wouldn't miss me too much.
Love, Jen
Well, I guess I posted it twice... once for me, once for you (if you insist!)
I certainly wasn't suggesting that you look like that when you run... nope -NOT AT ALL. I was sending you a little pictorial of myself so you wouldn't miss me too much.
Love, Jen
Dear Jen,
Exactly.
Did I ever tell you that is precisely the reason it used to be so difficult for me to exercise in public? I was pretty sure all the cars were staring at me and seeing that.
P.S. Two months and counting from the last time I went running. I am officially a failure--and I still think about it a lot. It plagues me. Square one in the spring!
Exactly.
Did I ever tell you that is precisely the reason it used to be so difficult for me to exercise in public? I was pretty sure all the cars were staring at me and seeing that.
P.S. Two months and counting from the last time I went running. I am officially a failure--and I still think about it a lot. It plagues me. Square one in the spring!
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