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By rebecca, June 24, 2009 11:03 am

I was all set to write the long-awaited, much-anticipated, well-past-due follow up to last month’s scoop on the Liberal government of Ontario’s failure to implement full-day kindergarten by 2010. Especially since all the buzz lately is about how the gov has announced that it will begin to unfold a full-day program starting in 2010 after all. So either my sources were completely wrong (possible) or the government has just managed to put a very nice spin on being well behind on the original 2010 promise. I even pulled up the Pascal report and planned to sift through it to let you know what I think.

But you know what I think? I can’t believe how hot it is in here!? Full-day learning, or whatever they’re calling it now, will have to wait because all I can muster up right now is a tirade against the weather. The weather and the other forces that have conspired to make my life one big punch line. Continue reading 'No Garbage, No Pools, No A/C: Summer Days, Baby'»

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By rebecca, June 23, 2009 12:07 pm

DAILY SNACK

The new birthday tricycle has sat in the stairwell for weeks.

“Do you want to take your new bike to the park?”

“Yeah, okay. My NEW tricycle?! Yay!”

On the sidewalk now he holds the handlebar and starts walking the trike,

As happy as can be.

“Don’t you want to try riding it?

That’s right. Now I’ll help and you push down hard on the peddle with one foot and then the other.”

And he was going — really peddling!

The trike veered off to the right, headed directly into oncoming traffic.

“On no, Mommy! The road!”

“Steer the bike, C. Turn the handle bars this way.”

I guided the tricylce back to safety,

but he could no longer get it to move.

So we walked it all the way to the park,

Proud as anything.

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By rebecca, June 22, 2009 11:31 am

DAILY SNACK

He puts his head right up against her chest,

And you think she’s going to be crushed.

Instead she laughs and shrieks.

She grabs his hair,

And you think he’s going to get mad.

Instead he smiles and gazes up at her.

He breaks into his own, their own, funny baby talk babble.

I try to tell him that baby sister needs to learn real words from him.

But this is real, too.

Real love and affection and fun.