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Earth Day in Ottawa

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007
Happy belated Earth Day, everyone! I’d have written this Sunday but we were too busy loving Mother Earth. It was a day to enjoy the lovely weather generally and living in Ottawa particularly.

Reid and I went out for breakfast at Eddies for the first time in more than a month. We’d missed the place but were welcomed back as the regulars we are. Afterwards, we headed straight for The Farm. Daddy was left at home, with hopes for sleeping in as he wasn’t given a chance to fully adjust to our time zone before going back to work. On the way, I mentioned “the Agricultural Museum” and then Reid was asking whether we were going to The Farm or museum first. She didn’t seem to get that they were the same place and I wasn’t doing a good job explaining it, obviously. We arrived before opening time and so had time to read a book – Iggy Pig’s Snowy Day, that we’d got at the book sale in the church where Kindermusik is on Saturday. The farm animals in the book got us in the mood for the live ones. As we walked to the admissions booth, Reid told me the order in which she wanted to see the animals: horses first, then the bull, etc. Conveniently, her preferrences match the groupings of animals in the barns that we visit but it was interesting to note that she remembered which animals were where. There were so many baby animals in the barns. The ewe I took a picture of a few weeks ago had a lamb in with her. It was kicking up its heels and jumping around, dare I say gamboling, just like lambs in cartoons do. Reid laughed a deep, belly laugh at the sight. She is such a joyous individual, my Reid. There were baby Angora goats, too. They entertained by standing in the hay dispenser-thing that the mama goat was eating out of. There was also a pen with quite a few older lambs and sheep but these ones were clustered together, in various stages of falling to or being asleep. Reid surprised me a bit by not trying to wake them. On our way to the pigs, where there always seems to be piglets, we saw many baby chicks in a room with a couple of heater lamps but there were no mamas in there with them. This was puzzling for my almost-joined-to-my-hip girl. Why wouldn’t they stay with their mamas? We spent lots of time looking at babies of all kinds.

We went for a ride on the horse-drawn wagon on the way back to our car. When we entered, I’d decided not to buy the tickets for the wagon ride, thinking that Reid might not want to go by the end of the visit or maybe we wouldn’t have time. We spent at least 10 minutes in line waiting to buy the tickets with Reid asking “what doing, Mama?” every 90 seconds or so. Next time, I’ll buy the tickets and give them away if I have to.

Once home, we had soup and cucumbers for lunch with Daddy and then went up for a nap. Reid slept for more than two hours. I love watching her sleep and let her sleep longer than I should have.

Daddy and Reid went to the Aviation Museum to see the daddy, baby, and mama airplanes from their earlier visits. They also saw a baby helicopter and Reid got to sit in a little two-seater airplane. She played on some chairs as well. From the way Daddy told it, the chairs were about as popular as the airplanes. Kids are funny, aren’t they? They played a bit at the park outside of the museum and then came home.

Reid joined me in the kitchen as soon as they got home. I’m not sure if she recognized the pan or the smell but she soon asked, “We eat durry, Mama?” When I told her that we were, she smiled a great big smile and I was extra glad that I’d skipped the museum and stayed home to cook. Plus, I got the Tupperware drawer tidied up and, as pathetic as it sounds, that was a happy thing for me. Reid ate like a stevedore which always makes me feel like a fabulous cook. Small pleasures add up to great joy.

After supper, we went out to the driveway and Reid showed Daddy what a good rollerskater she is. Reid is able to stand without support to put her skates on. I was impressed that she could stand in one and get the other on without falling over (like I suspect that I would do). When I commented to Daddy that Reid had good balance, he said that just because Reid had better balance than me, it didn’t mean she had “good balance”. I think I detected pride in his face, though. We also got out the sidewalk chalk and drew some shapes and letters; it gave us a chance to play a game of “I spy” though I don’t think I’ve ever actually said the “I spy with my little eye” rhyme.

Finally, we went into the house and up to the tub. It was a fabulous day.

Heading north (San Diego, day 2)

Saturday, March 24th, 2007

All I really wanted was a Bob Evans breakfast and by the time we got out of our room – which was by 8:00 local time but 11:00 according to my tumm) – I was ready to eat Reid’s toes. We found a Denny’s instead and I settled. I had it in my mind that we should find a farmer’s market and so we made a side trip to a flea market at the direction of our waitress. She must have thought we were mixed up in what we asked for. No fresh fruit for me. We did pass by a Target and so picked up some food and a few other things. Reid loves to shop with Aunt Karin. I think that I am too focused on getting what I need and leaving the store while Karin is more laid back.

We started our touring at Birch Acqaurium at Scripps (at University of California at San Diego), which is in La Jolla. The Fodor’s guide pointed out that it’s pronounced “La Hoya”. I’d never thought of the Spanish pronounciation before. I guess I have to less superior about the Windsor pronunciations of “O-let” (Ouellette) and “Peery” (Pierre) streets. We got there just in time for the fish
feeding in the kelp forest. Reid sat cross-legged on the floor, like a little posture model. I wonder if I had good posture at her age? After quite a while, Reid came to where Aunt Karin and I were standing, glistening with sweat. It was so hot and crowded and Reid was looking like she might fall asleep. The fish ate right out of the the scuba diver’s hand. I’m hoping some of the photos turn out well.

To get Reid to recharge, we walked by the acquariums on either side of the darkened halls between the kelp forest and the entry hall, and went outside to the artificial tide pools, we saw many fish, lobsters, sea anemones and the like. We all touched a star fish – pardon me, the sea star, as the staff said – which felt like coarse sandpaper but soft under the skin. Aunt Karin and I touched the sea cucumber, which was squishy in a way that kind of made you skirm, and also the sea urchin, which moved it’s spines to give a hug. The first time I touched it, I was surprised how hard and pointy the spines were but I was still off-centre by the squishy sea cucumber. Reid enjoyed looking at them but wasn’t keen on reaching into the water again. There was a room with low-to-the floor acquariums (is that acquaria?), including one with pot-bellied sea horses and sea dragons – I didn’t know such a thing existed – Reid and I had talked about seeing sea horses and so I was glad that we actually found them. There was a wall with a big under-seascape that had various kinds of fish and sea horses to stick on. Reid had lots of fun sticking them on.

As I ordered lunch at the outdoor cafe, so much is outdoors here just like what I saw when I watched Beverly Hills 90201, Aunt Karin read to Reid in the bookstore. When they got to the table, Reid had a book in her hands. I asked Karin about the book and she said she hadn’t bought it. I took it back to it’s place on the display without anyone seeming to notice. Shwew!

We next went further up the highway to Carlsbad to Legoland. Reid fell asleep on the trip and stayed asleep as we but her into her stroller. We went into the tent sale to buy some Lego but there were so many crying kids in a small space that Aunt Karin went outside again. I chose a bunch of girl-coloured Legos, you know, pinks and yellows, but also grey, beige and brown ones and some in regular colours. We pushed the stroller through a bit of Miniland USA but then I decided we needed to wake Reid so that she would sleep at bedtime. Aunt Karin thought I was mean but that’s the difference between being the mama and being the auntie; I have to do what should be done instead of what Reid wants. I’ve enjoyed the reverse situation with Sulienne, Adam and Shea and so turn-about is fair play. Besides, I was having flashbacks to the Bataan Death March that was Cullen Gardens and Miniature Village that we saw in June 2005.

Reid and I put on our bathing suits and played at Pirate Shores, which had splash pads and mini waterslides. Many of the attractions were based on Lego sets and so weren’t really meaningful in themselves but we enjoyed them nonetheless. The day was warm and sunny but there was a bit of a breeze and eventually Reid’s lips started to turn blue and so we left. It wasn’t cold enough that we walked by the Dippin Dots. Reid and I shared some, though thankfully, I knew that she would want her own and had asked for an extra bowl. I’m not sure what she thought of ice cream micro-balls but Reid ate a fair amount.

We toured a mock factory but it wasn’t clear to me at the end how Legos were built from the raw materials all the way to the packaging. Reid liked the many buttons to push on the way through, though. As usual, I don’t think that I was the target market. The factory tour ended in a store (of course) that had many rows of bins of bricks in different colours and sizes. They sold the bricks by weight, just like in a Bulk Barn. Aunt Karin and Reid built some structures while I shopped. I looked and looked for the little red squares with wheels attached. Finally, I asked one of the cashiers for help finding wheels. He pointed me to a display I had looked at already and so I went back. Still, I couldn’t see them and so I went to him and was explicit about the red-block-with-wheels brick that I was looking for and he said he didn’t those were manufactured anymore. Instead, he took me to bins that had tires and, separately, inner bits. There were car bodies and thin grey squares with axels on them. I guess I shouldn’t complain about assembly-required Legos, eh, but I never would have figured out that those three pieces went together.

We found a display with Lego-instruments that “played” when people jumped on a related circle. Reid had lots of fun jumping and hearing the different recordings. We also stopped to squirt water at crocodiles and elephants and other animals, all built of Legos of course. The game was set up so that the child was supposed to sit on a bike and pedal to get water to flow to the squirt “gun”. Reid is too short to reach the peddles and may or may not be coordinated enough to do so, in any case, she had me and so I peddled with my hands while she squirted. I tired of the game before she did.

About 15 minutes before the rides were scheduled to close, we finally found the fairy tale ride. This was the only ride that I had planned to take and I was a bit worried we wouldn’t make it. We rode in a leaf boat – “A boat, Mama!” – and floated along the water course to see the Three Little Pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, Aladdin, and the Three Billy Goats Gruff. I’m not sure which of these stories Reid has heard. I’ll have to remember this when I’m choosing books for her next week. After the ride, we headed for the front gate and got only a few metres before coming across the dinosaur dig. I’m not sure how it relates to Legos at all but we stopped to dig in the sand for a while. I resisted the offer to rent a bucket, shovel and paint brush – maybe the tie-in to Lego was the profit – and Karin resisted the urge to say, “I told you so,” since she had suggestedwe bring sand toys with it. Soon, though, we had to get back in the car.

We stopped for strawberries at the side of the road, just like in Essex County in June, and picked up tangerines, too. Then, we were back on the highway looking for a place to stop for supper. Finally, we took an exit labelled “Encinatas” but ended up in a little community called “Cardiff by the Sea”. We ordered a pizza and then got a tea while Reid ran about and the pizza cooked. As the sun set, we bundled into our sweaters and ate the piping hot pizza. Well, Karin and I ate. Reid was too busy. When we got into the car, she realized she was “hung’y” and ate a few bites before handing the  pizza slice back to me and closing her eyes. She was asleep and snoring with her head on her chest in short order. Reid barely roused as we carried her into the hotel and was back deeply asleep before I got back from the bathroom.

It was a long, fun day and we were worn out.

Back to “The Farm”

Wednesday, March 14th, 2007

After breakfast at Eddie’s on Sunday, Reid and I went to the Agricultural Museum, or “The Farm” as we call it. We were slow getting started in the morning, reading and playing and all that and so it was 10:15 by the time we arrived. Reid has been noticing cars that are backed into parking spots lately and when I parked, she asked me to park backwards. Since I would be so rarely able to comply, I pulled out of the parking spot and backed in. She was impressed with me and I was proud. If Reid has any spatial ability, it won’t be thanks to me. Of course, as we got out I realized that it’s true that pride goes before a fall. Reid’s stroller was in the trunk, which in turn was against the fence. Still, she thought I was cool for backing in and I didn’t mind the awkwardness of getting the stroller out.

We went through each of the barns at a leisurely pace. Reid remembered which animals would be in which barn and was happy to see her old friends. After we had seen all of the animals, Reid led us back through each barn for one more visit with the animals. I pointed out the really fat sheep that have to be pregnant. Soon, we’ll be able to see the lambs.  One our way out, we went for a horse-drawn sleigh ride. Reid has never asked to go for a wagon ride, though they’re always there. It cost only $2 for me and Reid was free (don’t know what we’ll do with the loonie I saved). It was a fun ride and we’ll repeat it on the wagon another time.

Getting the stroller into the trunk in the ever-growing puddle around the car was enough to remind me about pride and all that but I clung to the memory of the smile Reid gave me.

Twelfth Night Celebration

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

I took Reid to the Canadian Museum of Civilization for Twelfth Night celebrations on Saturday afternoon. Reading the blurb in the paper made it sound like quite a party, with dancing and cake and more. When we arrived, Reid was still wiping the sleep from eyes since we went straight from naptime to the car. She wasn’t interested in joining the circle dance demonstration, in fact she didn’t even want the shoes I’d brought along. In my grown up wisdom, I said she wouldn’t want to be clomping around in boots. In her toddler wisdom, she thought footwear was footwear and the shoes I offered didn’t make the cut. I decided I was silly for picking a fight on such matter but since I had only the shoes, I had to stick to my guns. Eventually, she put the shoes on and we rode the escalators. She wanted to take the same one down as up but I, her life guide, explained things didn’t work that way. We watched a bit of the dancing as we rode, or I did anyway. I asked the museum guide when the cake would be served since the dancing wasn’t remotely interesting to Reid and then we went to the Children’s Museum planning to come back.

We decorated a piece of construction paper – yellow, of course – to hold a calendar. Watching Reid cutting with such intense concentration made me think of how much improved her hand-eye coordination is lately. When I went to the open house at daycare, there was video of her and she was holding the scissors with both hands. On Saturday, while she couldn’t cut out pictures but she does make cuts into the paper while holding the scissors correctly. She was also interested in the hole punch (which we have) and bingo daubers (which we could get from the Dollar Store). Good craft ideas! Reid insisted on using the water fountain that has a stool to stand on. She didn’t want me to push the button because she could do it herself. What she couldn’t do, however, was push the button and drink at the same time. There were a couple of older ladies sitting on a bench watching this unfold. Reid was opening her mouth almost wide enough to swallow the basin of the fountain and was so determined to serve the water to herself. The ladies laughingly congratulated Reid when she finally got some water in her mouth.  We tried out the both the buggy and bicycle parts of a bicycle taxi and I gave Reid a “ride” in the motorcycle taxi. We got on and off of the bus a few times and Reid talked on the phone in the red telephone booth several times. I suggested that we could walk farther in to see some more exhibits but Reid wasn’t interested. We spent about 40 minutes in the initial exhibits and she had a blast. Next time we’ll have to try for the second 50 metres.

At 3:15, we headed back for the cake that was to be served at 3:30. They were cleaning up! First, I wouldn’t buy Reid a hamburger on the way to the museum. Then, I had to say we were too early for cake. Finally, the cake was gone. Guess who sprang for a treat at the museum cafeteria? Reid chose a big cup of fruit. She ate most of the watermelon, a couple pieces of pineapple, all of the cantaloupe but refused the green melon whose name I can never remember. I’m not sure if she was full or if it was the green colour or that I couldn’t name it. It worked out that the cake was gone. After our snack, we rode the escalators a bit more and then headed for home.

Here’s a picture of Reid concentrating as she uses the scissors.

Concentration is helped by the tongue

Definitely not ready to go nap-free

Wednesday, December 20th, 2006

Well, if there was any doubt whether Reid was ready to give up her afternoon nap, this weekend put the answer firmly as “needs nap”. This is a good thing because the Day Nurseries Act requires a nap for all kids in daycare but since other people talked about their kids not napping after two, I wondered.

In any case, Reid’s 25-minute mini nap (not power nap, as it turned out) on Saturday set the stage for a perfect storm of a bad night out. I wasn’t worried because we planned to go to Morrisburg and figured Reid would sleep the hour-plus in the car on the way there. Well, she didn’t and so at the one hour mark, we stopped for her to use the potty and then forced our bored and tired kid back into her car seat. We were late getting to Upper Canada Village for our carefully planned supper and visit for “Alight at Night.” I sent Ken to buy tickets for the train while I got Reid into the stroller and went for the admission tickets. Reid has been strongly anti-footwear at home lately, not wanting socks or slippers on and usually waiting until we get to our destination to put on her boots. Well, she decided that boots were an affront to her dignity and kicked them off as fast as I could get them on. I knew she was tired and so was I since my nap was cancelled when hers was abbreviated and so I didn’t feel like it was a fair battle – not fair to either of us. When I finally prevailed, we started to the admissions booth only to be greeted by Ken who said that the line ups were long. We joined a line and I went in to buy Reid a hotdog and fries since we were going to miss our reservation completely. She turned down my offering without hesitation, like she had forgotten that hotdogs are one of her favourite foods. When she refused to put on her snow pants and flailed and yelled as I tried to do so without her cooperation (did I mention the long lines of people waiting to buy tickets with nothing else to look at), I told Ken that we should go to the car and try to get her to eat a bit and dress properly before trying the line. She still refused supper and her outdoor gear and so to give her (and me) a bit of time, I went to the bathroom. When I came back, she was still yelling, only now it was for me. She  agreed to put her stuff on but balked when we tried to get her out of the stroller and onto the train. We headed back to the admissions line, which was longer even than the first time. After 20 minutes with a cranky girl, when she cried because the train went out of sight, I decided I’d best pull the plug on our adventure. I turned to Ken for his opinion but he wasn’t willing to comment since attending a Christmas lights display would never have been his choice and he didn’t want to be the Grinch. Reid cried out in a sad little voice, “ride train” a few times as we left but was asleep after only 15 minutes in the car, at 6:30. Reid woke only slightly when we got home and slept through til nearly 7:00 Sunday morning. Impressive for my point of view, was that she didn’t use the potty from 4:50 pm until 7:00 am. I definitely couldn’t go that long! So, my fascination with bathroom stories continues. :+)

What a weekend, part 1

Monday, December 4th, 2006

We went to the Aviation Museum on Friday night for the Members’ Christmas party. I haven’t been in the Aviation Museum in many years but Ken and Reid have been there together a couple times. As soon as we got our coats off, Reid headed off down one of the aisles to see the “ai’planes” and “hepidopters”. She wasn’t interested in the craft table (like I might have been) but went to sit in the helicopter trainer. I was interested in the ejection seat but Reid didn’t want to sit in it with me and, when I put the helmet and oxygen mask on, she seemed a bit worried. Reid showed me the planes that she had assigned to Ken, me and herself on her last visit. Ken and I took turns standing in line waiting for Reid’s turn to see Santa. I’m so glad we went there so early in our visit as the line moved so slowly. Reid and I had time to write a letter to Santa that went something like this:
“Dear Santa,
How are you, Mrs Claus and the reindeer? Mama says that I have been a good girl. I would like a cradle for my baby dolll and a choo-choo train. Thank you. ”
Reid didn’t want to draw on the letter but she enjoyed using the rubber stamp to make pictures on the envelope. After the stamping was done, she put her letter safely in a box and we went to check out the little stage that had been set out – okay, I was intending to walk back to Ken but Reid made a bee line for the microphone on the little stage. I’m not sure why it was the microphone that attracted her but she wasn’t interested in the music stand or speakers; maybe Ken takes her to rock concerts when I go to the grocery store. In any case, she had lots of smiles for the crowd as she stroked the mic stand. After a short wait (for her), Reid and I went up to see Santa. I had to strongly enourage her to come up but I think she was glad for it when Santa gave her a candy cane. Reid seems to have a particular fondness for candy canes. We did a couple of crafts – using lots of glue, because Reid loves “bluing” and then had a snack. At which point I got a good look at Ken and noticed he looked like he might fall over. He was off sick Thursday and Friday but wanted to come to the party. He was important to carry our sticky, gluey crafts and to share Reid’s appreciation for the planes in a more knowledgeable way than I could. The museum itself was more fun than I remember, seeing it through Reid’s eyes. She noticed differences in colour, size, type, etc and was excited by it all.
It was time to go home and get my Reynolds people to bed.

Princess Chicken

Monday, October 30th, 2006

There is a story on the back of Starbucks cups about how people speak of conquering mountains but really the mountain lets us climb to the peak in the end.

On Saturday morning as we left the house, Reid dressed as a princess for the Kindermusik party, Reid noticed the chicken costume in her stroller where I’d put it to take back to the store. She exclaimed (yes, exclaimed, not merely said), “Chicken doat” and wouldn’t wear her purple coat that Ken offered but insisted on the chicken coat. And so, Reid was a Princess Chicken for the Kindermusik class. I thought, for a moment, I won! And then I thought of that Starbucks cup and realized my mountain hadn’t changed (or at least not beacuse of me).

Reid was a hit at Kindermusik, both in her chicken coat and as a princess. She wore her tiara and “glass” slippers and carried her sceptre from Melissa and Peter and the kids with regal grace. There were cute pumpkins and frogs and Woody from Toy Story and also some other animals. My mama-heart went out to the lady who sat next to us whose son wouldn’t put on his costume, not even the hat. I told her about Reid wearing a dress-up dress rather than the costume I bought. I hope it helped as she seemed self-conscious that Malcolm wasn’t in costume. He is a generally shy kid, though, but sweet when he warms up.

After class, I changed Reid into jeans and a couple shirts, including her “Ghoul power” t-shirt, and she happily put her chicken coat back on. When we got to the Agricultural Museum, I said she needed her orange pants (the chicken legs and feet) for warmth, which was true. She put them on without a word. I felt like doing a victory dance. We got some good photos that I’ll send later and had fun seeing the animals and doing a couple of crafts. The oddest costume we saw was worn by one of the staff who had on pink pants, a pink shirt with two rows of four bottle nipples down the front, and a snout. We saw one other Old Navy chicken and some ladies in the colouring room asked where Reid’s costume was from. Wet and cold, at least Ken and I were, we headed to the car with Reid clutching the apple juice can we purchased about 90 minutes after arriving. I thought the allure of the can had to do with Daddy’s Coke cans but when I realized it was 12:15 and she wanted to nurse when we got to the car, I decided her tummy was probably rumbly, too. I guess the two jack o’lantern cookies at Kindermusik didn’t have enough stick-to-your-ribs power.

Reid fell asleep nursing and then Ken and I went to Lick’s for lunch. I braved the wind and rain to get our scrumptious hamburgers and fries and we pretended we were at a crowded (but quiet) restaurant and ate and talked. Kinda nice, actually.

Just before supper, I bundled Reid back into her chicken costume and we headed out before we left, though, Ken said “Are you going to get your picture taken?” To quote Homer Simpson , “D’oh” I said and as Reid started to pull off her chicken coat, I LIED and said, “No, we’re goung to buy a balloon”. Once we got to the grocery store, I had to come through with the balloon but Reid didn’t fuss in the portrait studio, at least. She was pretty reticent with her smiles, though. Her expression was sort of pleasant, in a humouring the child sort of way. But then the photographer brought out Dora and Reid smiled a real smile and so we left the portait studio for another month. I thought I was being organized and asked about an appointment for November to get Christmas card photos done. There were no morning slots for Saturday or Sunday for the last week of November or the first week of December. Yikes! It’ll be another before supper adventure, I guess.

Okay, gotta go. Have a great day!

Summer Sunday

Wednesday, September 20th, 2006

I was intent on squeezing every last gram of summer weather out of Mother Nature and so Sunday was an outside day.

Ken and Reid went to the park in the morning while I went grocery shopping. Ken reported that Reid went on each piece of equipment – maybe she knows the warm weather is ending too – including three of the four swings and chased him with sand (who knows where that came from, eh, Karin?) They were on a bit of a walk in the treed area near the park when  Reid needed to pee. He pulled down her underpants and shorts and had her squat. It didn’t work very well but that’s what happens when you’re a girl.

After lunch, Reid and I left Ken to his laundry and a nap (since we got them on Saturday and he didn’t) and went to the fall fair at Upper Canada Village. We saw horses, including a mama and baby, many cows, big and little, some mama baas, some baby baas and even a daddy baa. Reid knows the word “sheep” and will sometimes say it but she prefers to call them “baas”. She used to do the same with cows but switched to “dow” much more quickly (and when the hard “c” sounds comes will be all set). A glass of fresh pressed cider made Reid very popular with the bees – where were they when our pumpkin flowers needed them? We have hearty vines and beautiful flowers but no baby pumpkins; I’ve even tried to help nature along with a Q-tip with no success. That’s a story for another day, I guess, but if anyone has suggestions let me know.

After the horse show, we went for a ride on a barge pulled by a horse. That was a two-for-one treat. Reid got a boat ride and to watch a horse at the same time. We had a photo taken in costumes to look old fashioned. The quality of the print sucked. I may try scanning it but the result won’t be great. We finished our day looking at pigs, chickens and baby ducks – 12 of them to one mama duck as far as we could see. And, the best part, I think: we were in the barn at milking time! There were four cows to be milked and at least as many “farmers”. The one fellow asked Reid if she’d like to try and when she hesitated, he sat her on his lap and explained what was happening. I took a turn at milking – one lactating female to another :+). The cows were so toleranty! All sorts of kids and grown-ups were trying with various levels of success. The one man said that first you worked on getting the milk out of the cow and then you tried to get it in the pail. I only got as far as the first part. Reid eventually climbed off the fellow’s lap and went around to the other side and sat on a little milking stool and watched some more. She enjoyed the process much more than watching the machine milking at the Agriculture Museum that we saw a couple weeks ago. Interestingly, both museums milk at 4:00.

On our way out we stopped at the restaurant to use the bathroom. There were no paper towels and so I wiped Reid’s hands on my shorts. She insisted on washing her hands again and then wiped her hands on *her* dress. Reid needed a snack and so we stayed for tea. (I figured I should do the things Ken might not be as keen on when he wasn’t with us). Reid spied a small milk pitcher on a try of dirty dishes and wanted it. It was all I could do to convince her to wait until ours came. I put a splash of tea in her cup and let her add “just a little milk, Reid.” Well, she had most of a cup of milk poured before I could stop her. We ate our scone and fruit, or at least I ate the scone and a grape that I found hiding under the preserves bowl rim while Reid ate all of the other grapes with great gusto. She told me how yummy they were at one point but didn’t offer to share.

Then, it was time to head home to see Daddy. Reid was excited to see him and tell him about our day.

Aviation Museum

Tuesday, September 12th, 2006

Ken and Reid went to the Aviation Museum on Saturday while I was getting my
hair done. Reid seemed to like all of the “a’planes” or at least having a
large space to move about in on a gloomy, rainy day. By the time they were
ready to leave, Reid had found an airplane for each of us:
 * Ken is a  Lancaster bomber;
 * Reid is a Messerschmitt ME-163 Komet (“Comet”) (rocket propelled
fighter);
 * and I am a Kittyhawk (P-40 fighter aircraft).
 (Yes, Ken had to write those out for me to get them right. :+) Reid likes
to assign things to people, cars, dishes, etc. Ken gets the biggest and Reid
gets the smallest thing and I’m middle-ish.

 Ken said some people looked at him funny as though he was being mean to
Reid by taking her to a museum *he* wanted to see. When I asked her where
they’d been she grinned and said “Mooseum!” She obviously didn’t feel
mistreated.