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Hmmm, let me think

Saturday, October 27th, 2007

As we drove to Melissa’s on Thursday, we were admiring Mr Moon. He was big, round, bright and low in the sky. It seemed as we drove that Mr Moon was racing to keep up with us. Reid has been especially interested in the moon, as well as planets as I’ve mentioned.

Reid asked me who was the moon’s mama. I suggested that the sun might be. She considered this and said, “The sun is a girl.” I pointed out that I was a girl and also a mama. Reid nodded and agreed that the sun could be the moon’s mama. Being an experienced mama, I knew what was coming and started trying to find a distraction. Before I came up with anything, Reid asked who was the moon’s daddy. I told her that I didn’t know but that we should think about it for a while. From the back seat, I heard a thoughtful and serious, “Hmmmm.” I knew she was taking my advice. We were close enough to the fire station to start talking about the fire trucks and we never got back to the moon’s daddy. What do you think? Who is the moon’s daddy?

I guess they wouldn’t do much for a peppermint Klondike bar

Friday, October 19th, 2007

Ben is starting to read but has so far refused to to read a story to me or Reid. Last night, though, he wanted to have one of the mint Girl Guide cookies that I had bought from Sarah. Sarah is in Brownies but they don’t have their own cookies. Don’t ask us why. Go ask your mother. Peter told Ben that their family doesn’t like the mint cookies and would buy the vanilla/chocolate boxes in the spring. Ben was undeterred.

Seizing the opportunity, I offered him a cookie in exchange for a story. Stephen said that Ben wouldn’t eat the cookie and I said that it was all the same to me as long as Ben read the story. Ben hunted up a book and read it to Reid and me. He knew many of the words and sounded the others out like a pro. Who puts words like “cigogne” in an early reader for immersion kids anyway?! (Note to self: Figure out what a “cignogne” is. It seemed like a crane or maybe a swan. The illustrator wasn’t on my side either.)

After supper, I gave Ben the cookie he’d earned. He took one bite and made an awful face. Peter grinned and took the rest of the cookie away. I wish I’d congratulated Ben on trying it but was distracted at the time. He was also the only one to try the Turkish Delight. It was also not to his taste but he did give it a go, at least.

All in all, I don’t think I’ll be getting any more stories in exchange for mint cookies from Ben. In fact, I don’t think anyone in their family would do anything for a mint Klondike bar. Maybe to get out of eating one though …

In any case, I highly recommend that you seek out a nearby Spark, Brownie, Guide or Pathfinder and buy some cookies. If you don’t like them, your local food bank will find someone who does. These links are Canadian. The same information will be available for other countries.

Edited to add: Cignogne is “swan” in French.

2nd annual hot air balloon watching picnic

Sunday, September 2nd, 2007

Melissa and her kids picked Reid and me up Friday night and we all went to Rockcliffe Park - it’s the one with the Scouts’ Dairy Bar  -to watch the hot air balloons at the Gatineau Hot Air Balloon Festival / Festival montgolfieres de Gatineau. The cloudy sky was trying very hard to rain as we got into the van but since we’d skipped the beach the night before, and we had to feed the kids one way or the other, we went to our lookout anyway. No one can remember when we left to watch the hot air balloons last year but I bet it was about the same time. There were only three cars on the side of the road when we arrived at the park, instead of the dozens from last year. I guess most people weren’t as optimistic as we were.

We got a prime picnic/hot air balloon watching spot and ate our supper. The kids played with the Phlat ball, which is a ball that collapses to make a Frisbee sort of thing, picked at each other as kids do and bugged their moms, too. We stretched out bathroom trips by going in shifts. Sarah was kind enough to help Reid, who would have kicked me out of the stall but humoured Sarah. Afterwards, Melissa tookthe kids to buy ice cream cones while I watched our stuff – and the sky with increasing desperation. Reid came back with her single scoop of vanilla, announced she had to go back to the bathroom and handed me her cone. “It’s not mines. It’s yours,” she said. “Au contraire,” thought I. I would have chosen mint chocolate, or cherry cheesecake or even strawberry. I only buy vanilla for home but at a dairy bar … Surprisingly enough, I took only a couple of licks before pitching the cone. I didn’t want it and so I shouldn’t eat it. And I didn’t.

Once the ice cream cones were gone, Melissa and I agreed that the skies weren’t going to clear in time for the hot air ballons to launch. The kids kept pointing to tiny breaks in the clouds where the blue sky peeked through but it was getting dark too fast.  The kids – even Reid – played a game that seemed to be a sort of cross between hide-and-seek and tag. Reid and Stephen were on a team for a while. He carried her around on his back. She smiled so big I thought her face might break.  It was a bit nerve-wracking, though, trying to keep track of kids who were trying to stay out of sight of each other. It’s hard to know how long a rope to give them, to let them be active and independent and trusted and how to keep them safe.

Reid and I got home at bed time. She had time to tell Ken a couple stories and have him read a couple, too. The picnic was good. The company was good. We’ll hope for hot air balloon sightings next year.

Inquiring three year olds want to know

Friday, August 31st, 2007

I’ve read about other people’s kids asking awkward questions but, until yesterday, I haven’t had a situation with Reid. Her daycare class has a rainbow of faces and she hasn’t asked about race at all. When we’ve seen people with disabilities, she has been satisfied with a simple statement of the type, “She uses that chair with wheels to get around just like you use your legs and feet.” We’ve talked about families being made up of different sorts of people, sometimes only the mama, sometimes two mamas, sometimes a mama and a daddy, sometimes two daddies but that was more me pointing out ways that “different is good” rather than Reid asking a specific question.

But Thursday night at Melissa’s, Reid had me on the hot seat. Stephen was sent away from the table for misbehaving. Reid wanted to know what was happening, why it was happening and what the deeper meaning was. Okay maybe she didn’t want to know the deeper meaning but she did ask a gajillion questions or at leasr the same few over and over. I stuck with “Stephen was being nice. When we’re not nice, people don’t want to be around you. You have to take some time to think about how to be nice before you come back.” I stuck to them like media lines. Reid tried to catch me with repetitive questioning but it didn’t work. Peter Mansbridge had better watch out, though.

The whole time Reid was conducting her inquisition, Sarah and Ben were watching and listening. I didn’t want them to think I disagreed with Melissa (since I didn’t and, in any case, I think parents should stick together) but I didn’t want them to think that Stephen was unspeakably awful (which he wasn’t) either. I’m much better with race, ability and sexual orientation than I am with my friends and their kids, I guess.

If you want to see Thomas the Tank Engine, I think driving to St Thomas is in order

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

I first heard about the Day Out with Thomas on a Postcard from the Mothership. I can’t remember if Dani said that her last experience was “magical” but it was something like that. Add in my wooden train obsession – remember Christmas? – and it seemed destined to happen. I was such a good salesperson that Melissa and Peter and their kids decided to join us.

Niece Melissa told that her family had had a wonderful day at the event in St Thomas – from 9:00 til 1:00 or so, leaving because of naptime. I was pretty optimistic about the day. Then, I saw the post Dani wrote about the experience that her family had in Ottawa this year. She said it didn’t compare to how great the first time had been in – you guessed it – St Thomas.

Well, Ken and I took Reid to the second weekend of the Day Out With Thomas in Ottawa and I have to report that I was disappointed.

It was an incredibly muggy, grey morning to start with and the sky tried its utmost to rain on us. The sponsoring organization had put plywood down to protect Sir Topham Hat from the mud and so Reid didn’t end up a mess after her picture with him. We didn’t stand in line to get a picture with Thomas himself, though. Well, I would have but Ken told me that we didn’t have time before our departure time – and he was right, of course, since he is much better at keeping track of time than I am. After our trip, the line was too long and we were disillusioned.

The actual train trip involved a ride in an out of service train car that would have benefited from liberal spraying of Febreze or airing out or a vacuuming or something so that the words that most accurately described it weren’t “musty” and “dusty”. The event was held at a freight depot and so the rail tracks in this part of Ottawa run through industrial land. The scenery didn’t have much to recommend it on the 25 minute ride. Reid didn’t comment that we went backwards on the way out and forward on the way back. When our trip was over, Ken asked Reid if she’d enjoyed the ride and she offered an emphatic, “yes” as though any other answer was foolish to consider. Maybe I wasn’t entirely accurate when I said “we were disillusioned”. I should have been more specific and limited the disillusionment to Ken and myself.

Reid and Stephen, Sarah and Ben went in a mini-bouncy castle that had a limit of 6 kids. It was a good size for a first-time bouncy castle girl and her prone-to-worry mama. It’s kind of surprising how high Reid could jump (oh, I know that it was a *bouncy* castle!) The kids all kept a safe distance from one another although after a while Reid declared it “too bouncy” and moved toward the exit. By the time she got there, the attendants were calling the kids to leave. I lost no mama-pride because my kid wussed out ;+)

I think I need to give credit the scores of people who seemed to be working hard/volunteering to put on a good party. For kids who are Thomas fanatics, the experience was probably fabulous. For people who went on a beautiful, blue sky sort of day, they may have more stories about Sir Topham Hat, the bouncy castle, slide, straw maze, balloon animals and  activities inside so that the train carriage didn’t figure large in their calculations.

I *did* get cotton candy, too, I have to add that to my calculations. We’ll not be going again but I would try to give a balanced review if anyone asked me.

Festival of Reid, part 1

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

Melissa and Peter and the kids came for supper on Saturday night to celebrate Reid’s birthday. We ate tacos – a favourite of the kids and they’re not *too* messy. Well, not much messier than they’d be with any food. As always, the kids sat at the little table and chairs that Uncle Chris made for Reid. They are so much better behaved when they sit at their own table. They bicker a bit, as kids do, but without the attentive audience of adults it seems less intense. I don’t think it’s entirely the halo effect of me not having to see every transgression but that may help. 

I’m turning into a real advocate of a separate kids’ table like we had for big meals at Grandma Joyces. The problem start when the oldest kid gets tired of seeing the little ones open their mouths to reveal their supper. My favourite kids’ table memory is of my niece Melissa (maybe 18 or so) asking when she got to sit at the adults’ table and someone telling her that someone would have to die. In the family I grew up in, that’s funny. 

I baked an angel food cake (from a mix – only Melissa would make it from scratch). With a little creative relocation of part of the top, it looked pretty good. It was certainly up to the task of holding three candles and withstood Reid’s blowing. We had to enlist Ben’s help to get the candles out. For her real birthday, I’ll have to cluster the candles closer together.

Melissa and Peter were making movements to leave when I delicately asked if they thought that the kids would like to see Reid open her present. After a bit of discussion, we decided that Reid would like to focus on one present for a couple days before opening others. If it were me, I would space out my presents so that I opened one a day – or maybe one in the morning and another at night. Ken is more of a “the birthday is the big day” kind of guy and so we’re holding onto the presents and cards that she’s received so far for Reid to open on Wednesday.

Reid got some Colour Explosion paper, with markers that write only on the paper, and a craft book of hand trace/ hand print ideas. Reid is all about tracing and painting or colouring her hands.

Stephen was slow to get his shoes on and Melissa said “good bye” and walked out. This troubled Reid greatly. She had tears in her eyes and she asked how Stephen would get home. I’m not sure if she was empathizing about being left behind or worried that her only child status was threatened. Stephen finally hustled into his shoes and left. He didn’t come back and so we went to bed.

As we climbed the stairs, Reid said, “I want Uncle Roger and Auntie M.” Poor kid, she misses her extended family.

Mamas don’t know anything about their kids’ social rules

Friday, July 20th, 2007

On the way to daycare yesterday, I asked Reid if she played with N, a little boy who recently joined the Junior class. Reid said, “No, G.” And I asked if she meant that she played with G. In a patient tone, she told me, “Durls play with durls. Boys play with boys.” She didn’t say, “D’uh!” but she might as well have.

When I got to daycare, I asked the teacher if Reid’s assessment of who played with whom was accurate. Sometimes Reid is a less-than-reliable witness to what goes on around her. The teacher was surprised at first and laughed but then thought a moment and agreed that during some parts of the day, Reid’s observations were correct. The teacher said that most kids wouldn’t notice that sort of thing. She added that she wasn’t surprised that Reid had noticed, though. Reid is definitely an observer of people, even if her recounting of what happened isn’t always to be believed. Grandma Joyce says that little pictures have big ears and that’s true enough. Mine has big eyes as well.

Ben’s soccer game

Friday, July 6th, 2007

Ben asked us for weeks if we would come to watch him play soccer. Unfortunately, his games and Reid’s swimming lessons conflicted. Reid’s swimming lessons have wrapped and so when he asked on the Thursday night after swimming lessons were over, I said that I’d check with Ken to see if we could come. Ben called me himself (with Melissa’s help I imagine) to ask for an answer on Friday. I was flattered and caught up in his excitement. Ben is only one of the kids to invite us – or if the others asked when they were his age, I’ve forgotten. I think I’m closer to Ben because he was born here and Reid and I spent so much time with Ben and Melissa when I was off on mat leave.

Unlike so many other days lately, that Friday was mild and sunny – instead of hot and humid. We got to the soccer pitch about 6:30 and were still able to find a place right on the sideline. Reid watched a bit of the game but spent a good deal of the time kicking a soccer ball back and forth with her dad. I enjoyed watching the boys play and hope that Reid will have as much fun if/when she plays soccer. I know no rules other than you aren’t allowed to touch the ball with your hands unless you’re the goalie but Ken follows soccer and so will be able to educate me. Provided I can pay attention and not interrupt. I’m a poor student when Ken is trying to teach me things. (Surprised? ;+)

Beach girls

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007

Reid and I went to Petrie Island with Melissa and Sarah on Saturday. It really isn’t an island but the sand on the beach is lovely. We were test driving the basket of sand toys that I picked up at the end of last summer. I got them out on Friday morning when I thought we were going camping that night. Reid was excited to see them – she’d noticed them in the basement a few times over the winter and spring but I’d never let her take them from the furnace room. When camping didn’t happen, I decided a trip to the beach was in order and so there we were. Stephen was at a friend’s cottage and Ben had gone away with his grandparents and so it was just us girls. We spread out a couple of towels and Sarah and I began building a number of castles before settling on a compound and accompanying wall. Reid did some building, too, but she also continues to delight in destroying castles. She did respect the “no destroying” rule on the castle and keep, though, so that shows some maturity.

We ate a picnic lunch on our towels. I’d brought sandwiches for us – PB for Reid and PB&J for me –  but couldn’t bring for Melissa and Sarah since they’re white bread folks.  I also brought some peppers, cucumber and carrots and was reminded that Sarah eats only carrots. Remember when I talked about Reid not cleaning up her plate when we eat at Melissa’s? I should maybe have thought of how Melissa mostly cooks the meals that her kids eat while I just expect Reid to eat whatever she is offered. Or not. We also had fruit and Melissa brought cookies. I love her for many things but having a friend who almost always has homemade cookies is truly a joy.

After lunch, Sarah and Reid got water from the Ottawa River to help with their building (a mess, mostly) and to wash their feet. Reid happily trailed after Sarah for a long time. They tried to play with the collapsable flying disc – like a Frisbee (TM) but nylon and it goes into a little pocket, so not *really* all that like a Frisbee, I guess – but the wind was strong and they did more chasing than throwing it back and forth. Many giggles ensued and so it wasn’t a total loss, especially for Melissa and me since we needed only to sit on the towels and watch.

I wonder if we’ll swim in the river this summer. Reid hasn’t liked bodies of water with waves so far in her life and swimming at Petrie Island is often forbidden due to contamination. If we can have such a nice time without swimming as we did, though, there will be many trips to Petrie Island in our future.

When you know they’re tired but they won’t admit it

Saturday, June 16th, 2007

We had a bit of a rough evening Thursday. It started out well enough, I remembered to tell one of the daycare teachers that Reid will be absent Monday through Wednesday next week as I have that conference in Toronto to attend. When Reid came over, Archana asked her where she was going and Reid replied “Missle’s” and I had laughed and told Archana we were going out for supper. By the time Reid had identified Melissa as my friend and Stephen, Sarah and Benjamin as her friends, the time for talking up Toronto had passed. Another teacher came up and explained that she’d been playing with Reid, chasing her, and Reid fell down and scraped her knee. Reid always has one scrape or another and so I wasn’t overly worried and just asked if the new scrape qualified for a band-aid becaue Reid would think it was worth the pain. Reid happily showed off her bandaged knee to me and then Melissa’s kids when she had the chance. She never mentioned the accident or any pain.

Reid and I went to Melissa’s for supper as always. In our summer tradition, we managed a swim before supper. Reid played at the edge a bit, swam a bit and sat on the rocking bench for a while watching. All three activities pleased her. At supper, though, I restricted Reid’s parmesan cheese to one heaping teaspoonful on a very small serving of spagetti. Great amounts of woe and anguish followed. Tears were spilled. Sarah tries to help with reassurances and distractions. She will be a good babysitter and mama one day. Reid ended up crying on the couch for a while and finally, she came back to the table. She ate and then there was a bit of a crisis when she received only a half of a cupcake rather than the unbroken one she wanted. Last week, she was given a full cupcake and ate only four bites of it. More unhappiness and an offer from her mama, who was getting to the end of her own rope, to go home since Reid was so tired. The wails changed to “I not tired!” Wailing is usually proof that Reid is indeed tired, but I didn’t argue the point. We soon packed up and left, with Reid fussing in the back seat and me telling her how much better she would feel if she “had a rest” while we drove. She didn’t believe me. She did, however, go to sleep pretty much as soon as we got into the rocking chair at home. Poor tired girl.