Henry’s learning this year what it means to be Canadian. We’ve decided to no longer coddle the boy and make him earn his keep.
Ok, not really, he just saw his daddy doing it and wanted to copy him. I looked everywhere while off on holidays for a little toy shovel but it seems like every other parent in Kanata had the similar idea of putting their kids to work. Luckily we have this emergency shovel that we got a few Christmases ago from my mom that is perfect Henry height.
It wasn’t all work though, we were clearing the driveway so that we could mosey over to Ikea and return a mirror I had bought. It was way to big for our bathroom, so Chris is going to have to wait a little longer until we find the perfect mirror/vanity combo for our freshly renovated bathroom. While there, we decided to reward Henry for all his hard work this morning.
I guess I could update on what we’ve done this weekend as well. Chris made some lasagnas and meatballs to freeze for when the baby arrives. We also reorganized our freezers to make more room since I plan on making a few more dishes (thank you pinterest for all the inspiring freezer meal ideas).
Chris and I had wanted to see Les Miserables since we saw the preview for it a few months ago online. Chris’ parents offered to come over and babysit Henry to give us a night out. We went to Mongolian Village (yummy!) and then went to the movies. I forgot how crazy busy theaters are on Saturday nights and how little parking there is at Kanata Centrum. Such poor urban planning there. We were pleasantly surprised to be sitting one chair away from family friends the Highams and The Lennys who had tried to go see Lincoln but it was sold out. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the movie since I’ve never seen the actual musical. I knew there would be at least one sad song given the preview but I didn’t think I’d be repeatedly punched in the emotions for a solid 20-30 minutes after her “I dreamed a dream” song. There were quite a few times I had to hold myself back from sobbing. I like to blame it more on the pregnancy hormones though rather than I’m an overemotional buffoon. I would highly recommend it to everyone but bring Kleenex.