My Son the Cross-Dresser
This is Sourdough Rendezvous week in Whitehorse....an annual winter festival billed as a cure for cabin fever. Can-can dancers, Sourdough Sams, the Keystone Cops and other colourful characters can be seen about town, and there are lots of activities for both kids and adults.
Keeping in the spirit, today was dress-up day at Jamie's school. For most of the guys, that meant going to school dressed in bowler hats and brightly coloured vests. Not Jamie. He proudly boarded the bus this morning in my Rendez-Vous skirt (more like a dress on him: I had to pull it right up to his armpits and sew on elastic shoulder straps to hold it up). That boy certainly dances to the beat of his own drum!
Rendezvous Can-Can Dancers (Yukon government photo). No, Jamie is not among them.
On Hungry Bellies and Stashes
The amount of money we spend on groceries is phenomenal (several hundred dollars each month). But what is even more phenomenal is how quickly food disappears from our place. A large slab of cheese vanishes in a couple of days. Tubs of yoghurt don't last much more than a few hours. Juice is gone before I've barely taken it out of the grocery bag. Yesterday as a treat I bought a big container of strawberries. I figured I had enough for last night's dessert, adding to our cereal this morning, and putting in the kids' lunches. When Alan and I got home from soccer last night, the entire bowl was gone!
It's gotten to the point where I've taken to hiding certain foods in unlikely places like at the bottom of the laundry basket - you can be sure the kids never look there!!!
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