Summerland is a town of festivals. It seems like there is always a festival looming, drawing the city to its core to celebrate, play and, of course, eat mini donuts from shifty vendors in the park.
Do you know what happens on June 18th? I go back to work.
I am still up to my neck in Avelyn’s watery turd but let’s take a break from talking about it, OK? I am ready for a change here, a reprieve from baby talk and toddler tales.
Good health is just a hop, skip and jump away for my dear girl.
As in, Avelyn diarrhead all over my skirt while we were in the waiting room at the doctor’s office today.
I thought she was feeling better. So I fed her a bit of lunch (when will I LEARN?!) and hopped in Adele’s van to run a few errands with her. Halfway to Penticton I heard a suspicious sploosh.