The Original Bay Days?

We recently took the kids for a hike on the HBC Trail near Otter Lake.

The historic significance of this fur trade route (est. in 1849!) was lost on the kids....but the opportunity for a poser shot or two was not!

 

 

I think Mojo felt a connection to the past....

Running Of The Bulls (In A China Shop)

There are some days it's clear that your average trip to the playground or a walk around the block just isn't gonna cut it: there is way too much energy bottled up inside! Friday was one of those days, so we took to the empty high school track for a few laps. Sarah was ready to pack it in after 1 time around, but was content to cheer Liam on...and roll around on that curious soccer turf. And since the place was empty and had great visibility, Liam and I put in a few more rounds....in fact, Liam ran 2km before it started to rain and Sarah got chilly (ie. it was time to go!). Perhaps he will have a place at the Summer Olympics, 2028?

Five Year Plan

 

So I didn't make one of those when Liam was born. Our plan was a little more seat-of-our-pants-ish. We got a few hours of sleep in somewhere....figured out how to feed him so he wouldn't blow up. Perfected the Baby Straightjacket manoeuvre to outsmart eczema. And then somewhere along the way he started walking, talking, and becoming the funniest little (brainy!) kid I know.
I give you, Liam's 5th Birthday Interview:

Q: How old are you today?
Five.

Q: What is your favorite food?
A: Chicken. 

Mom's Note: I am quite certain it's not. We had chicken for dinner the night before this interview, but chicken is a pretty neutral food. Gluten free pizza on the other hand - fine dining. Same goes for gluten free toast with (soy) peanut butter and honey, or butter and cinnamon/sugar. :)  For the record, peas and hot dogs are tantrum-worthy fare.

Q: What is your favorite colour?

A: Purple, red and blue, and orange.

Q: What is your favorite toy?
A: My police car.

Q: Which one?

A: My Lego police car. The dog transpile (sic) unit.

Q: What is your favorite thing to do?
A: Play police.

Mom's Note: This is definitely true. In fact, he plays police so much that a boy at preschool got tired of it and threw a block at his face. Cut his nose.

Q: Who is your best friend?
A: Colin.

Q: What school do you go to?
A: Friendly Forest.

Q: What is your favorite activity at school?
A: Playing outside.

Q: Who was your teacher this year?
A: Glenda.

Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
A: Ride a police motorcycle.

Q: What was your favorite present you got this year?
A: The…my money. 

Mom's Note: He has big plans for his birthday money. But the big deal this birthday was the Lego Forest Police Station, complete with mailbox trap door and coffee mugs! (He can't tell anyone about this station without mentioning those two points, so I thought I better include them here!)

Q: If you had a lot of money, what would you do with it?

A: Buy a car.

Q: Why?

A: Because when I grow up I want to ride a car, too.

Q: What is your favorite book?
A: My favorite book….I like….Time For A Tale.

Mom's Note: Again, this was the bedtime story the night before.

Q: What is something you like about Mom?
A: You let me watch cartoons very early in the morning.

Mom's Note: Yep. Go ahead and judge. But until the coffee pot is fired up, I don't want to hear about Sibling Injustice. I just don't.

Q: What is something you like about Dad?:

A: Wrestling!

Q: What is something you like about Sarah?:

A: Playing.

Q: What do you like to play?

A: In her tent.

Q: What is something you like about yourself?:

A: Going to bed.
Mom's Note: Huh? This interview has just about reached 5 year old attention span limits!

Q: What is your favorite TV show?

A: Rescue Heroes and Wild Kratz.

Q: What are you most looking forward to about being 5?:

A: Going to Kindergarten!

Mom's Note: I like the enthusiasm, but I don't believe it for a second!

Miss Mommy

Sarah has her fair share of dolls. Soft ones, blinking ones, some with long, brushable hair. But for some reason, none have the same allure as this hard plastic, drawn-on baby that Liam picked out at the flea market when his little sister was just a few weeks old. When "baby" and Sarah were just about the same size, this particular doll would give us heart palpitations when we would find it's legs poking out of the couch, or catch a glimpse of it lying at the bottom of the stairs. But there's no mistaking one for the other anymore! "Baby" remains nameless, but Sarah totes it around everywhere. They "go out for coffee" and take walks all day long. She brings Baby to me for babysitting when Sarah goes out to "run a marathon" (a few times a day)....and Baby never ever has to endure a dirty bum - Sarah stops for impromptu diaper and outfit changes every few steps. Then usually drops it head first in search of a snack.