projectdavid

If you’re a follower of this blog, you’ll be aware of David’s concern over finding a wife. The other day we were out doing errands and David’s thoughts once again turned to the subject of marriage.

We pulled into the parking lot for M&M Meat Shop (somewhat fitting if you ask me) and David let out a big sigh. “Mum, I’ve made up mind. I’ve decided I’m going to take Tinky as my wife when I grow up.”

I tried not to laugh as Elisabeth exclaimed, “But I’m going to marry mommy!”

“Well,” says David, obviously thinking, “maybe mommy can live with us when we’re married.”

“What about Daddy, where’s he going to live?”

“I don’t know,” shrugged David (with an implied and I don’t really care.)

I suggested maybe he could live with us all too.

David thought about this for a minute, then said, “But there’s going to be six people in our family.”

No problem I thought. “Exactly. You, Tinky, Me, Daddy…and your two kids?”

“Yeah. Except we’re going to have four boys and two girls.”

“You’re going to have six kids? Four boys and two girls??”

“Yeah.” (No wonder there’s no room for daddy!)

We’ve finished our errands and we’re driving to pick Daddy up. I decided to ask some more questions about this family. “So, what are you going to call your kids?”

Elisabeth pipes up with, “I’m going to call my girl Tinky like me.”

A few days later we’re in Costco. Elisabeth was being a bit whiney so I grabbed a shopping cart and put her in it. The cart happened to have a box in it, so to be funny, I sat Elisabeth right in the box. David noticed and asked me why Elisabeth was in the box.

“Because we’re going to buy her. Well, actually,” I said, “that’s not true. I’m pretending I’m going to buy her, but I think we’ve decided we’ll leave her at the till. She’s too whiney for us.”

“NOOooOOO!” David wailed. “But I love her. You can’t leave her here. I want her to be my wife when she grows up.”

My mum has gotten David hooked on the Oakridge Boys. In particular he loves the song, Jesus is coming soon (Morning or night or noon, MANY WILL MEET THEIR DOOM!) always at the top of his voice.

Both the kids started skating lessons this afternoon. David took a few classes this summer before we began our travels. I was a bit worried about this round because the kids are so much more tired in the evenings then they were in the summer. But I shouldn’t have worried.

David took to the ice like a pro. Last round, he was an expert at falling. No fear whatsoever of crashing down. But he couldn’t get back up on his feet. This time he still likes to fall, in fact, he will often throw himself on the ice for no reason at all (I think he’s going to make a great goalie!) But he’s also back up on his feet before you can even blink your eyes. And by the end of this lesson, he was actually skating, not just stepping on the ice. Where he spent most of the summer on his belly or his butt on the ice, this time he’s easily the best in his class. And the least fearful.

Elisabeth was amazing. I honestly expected this to be a bust for her. She’s never ever even stepped foot on the ice, let alone worn skates. I thought she would hate the skates, be terrified of falling and not like how cold it was. Instead, she laughed at the skates, “I’m wobbly!” got straight out on the ice and skated to the blue line to wait for the rest of her class, and didn’t fall until her instructors finally sat her on the ice. For the rest of her class, she did an amazing job of stepping around on the ice, falling only a few times, and she seemed to absolutely love it out there.

They were both so excited when we met them off the ice. It’s awesome to have found an activity they love so much.

We met Anne Murray this evening.

After standing in line for almost two hours, Andrew was struck dumb. I was struck stupid. And David decided to throw himself flat on his stomach at her feet. I think we made a great impression.