A Conversation with Emmy

This morning, as usual we are running late for church. All that's left to do is brush emmy's hair, which is not a fun task. We're in the bathroom and I barely have the brush touching her hair and she's already crying, I start brushing her hair and she becomes hysterical. Of course, being late, I'm low on patience and tell her that if she doesn't let me brush her hair I'm going to cut it off...she says no maman don't do that....we continue further into the process of hair brushing...and I threaten again that if she doesn't stop squirming I'm going to cut her hair...she says fine go get the scissors...ugh! what a morning (and no I didn't go get the scissors...cutting her hair is clearly an empty threat)

101 USES FOR TWEEZERS

No, I'm not going to post about 101 different uses for tweezers, although I'm sure there are that many. I'll just post about one.

This afternoon, like every afternoon, Emmy went down for a nap. However, nap she did not. She came out once cause she wanted (well needed) a bum change. She came out once cause she was done napping...I of course sent her back. On her third strike, she announced she wanted to cuddle. This being Dan's first day back at work since the holidays, I humoured her. As I pulled her up on my lap I noticed something odd in her nose. I thought perhaps it was some "yuckies". Nope it wasn't. I thought you have to be kidding me, so I laid her on the bed, took out the tweezers to see if I could get the "foreign" object out. I was able to (without harming her), out comes a twisted-up page out of her book. GROSS. I checked out her room. She had a few books on her bed and had ripped out some pages. Some of those having found their way up her nose. All I have to say is thank you for tweezers and thank goodness I didn't have to bring her to the E.R. this time (see post about raisins up the nose).

It's a Sad, Sad Day.

Yesterday my sister-in-law called. We talk often so I thought nothing of it. Dan was talking with her and then hung up. This is unusual. Since we usually chat on the phone for a long time just to pass time. Anyhow, Dan hung up the phone and told me that Stayner church (our home church...at least until we moved...) we on fire. Now, Dan likes to pull my leg, so I immediately call Anne Marie back. She says it's true. The fire started sometime yesterday morning and continues to burn today. Because of the metal rough on the church the firemen can only hope to contain the fire, however, the church will be ruined. No one has been hurt physically. But emotionally it's a huge loss. The oldest part of the building was built in 1880, so it's been around awhile.

The congregation, although aren't sure where they will meet next sunday do have many options. And we know that God will bring good out of this. And they will rebuild.

It's more of the memories of events that happened at church that brings the feeling of loss. Our family has seen 3 weddings (not including those of friends), 4 baby dedications and countless showers. It was there Dan and I met. Where we were married.

The next days, weeks and months ahead will be difficult for the congregation. Knowing that friends and family are hurting so much makes me long to go home.

I hope to post about Christmas (which was really fun) in the next few days. But today, am just feeling a little too sad to accomplish that.

here's a link to the news cast about the church fire.

http://www.achannel.ca/home/news_38937.aspx