Tales of Life with a Girl on the Go

Reid and went I met Melissa for breakfast Sunday morning. The day began in a bit of a panic when I realized that when Reid awoke that it was 8:10, instead of 7:10, and we were already late. I’d been reading in bed, enjoying being the only one awake when – bam! – I looked at the clock when I heard Reid. My “Oh my!” woke Ken and so he supervised Reid’s fastest-ever dressing while I called Melissa (thank goodness for cell phones) and pulled myself together. We were out the door within 13 minutes of my feet hitting the floor.

After a breakfast of waffles, or at least I chose a Belgian waffle and Reid mooched from it before eating her sandwich, we headed for the Farm, aka the Canada Agriculture Museum.   The last time we were there, a couple of the buildings were open but there were no activities. Yesterday they had an activity scheduled every hour or so and we arrived just in time for the calf grooming. Reid has never touched a calf before and so I was impressed when she went into the stall with the “farmer” and brushed the calf’s fur without hesitation. Having been that bold, she proceeded to pet each of the other calves in the barn. I wonder if she’ll try again on our next visit. We walked by each of the cows and I named them as I passed. This is a favourite activity of Reid’s and then we went to the “maternity ward” and saw a 2 day old calf and a mama cow who should be having her calf before the week is out. The mama cow didn’t look as eager for the big day as I remember being the week before Reid was born. On the way to see Goody the bull – Reid’s favourite animal on the farm – Reid climbed some snow piles and slid down them. I guess I need to find a tobagganing hill and a sled for us. We said “hello” to the horses, sheep, pigs, goats, rabbits and Goody, or course and then headed for the car.

Reid has been impressed that I knew how to get from our house to a restaurant that we’d never been to before and even more impressed that I was able to get to the Farm without having to go home first. She told me that it was very cool. “Cool” is high praise, indeed, from Reid. As we drove along, Reid began chanting, “My mama is cool. My mama is cool.” I knew that I must savour the moment for when Reid is a teenager and I am anything but “cool” or it’s 10-year-from-now equivalent.

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