The Canadian cow…

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Once upon a time there was a cow.  But he wasn’t an ordinary cow.  he could milk anything and he’d drink it all.  Just say the name of the drink and then you start milking him and he’ll milk that drink.  Then the cow started getting famous.  Lots and lots of people started coming to see him.  

But one day a little girl came.  She had beautiful blond hair and she had a pretty pink bow in her hair.  She had a fancy purple dress with golden sparkly flowers on it.  Her shoes were ruby red with a big blue flower on each one.  She was Canadian.  She asked the cow for Canadian milk*.  

After the little girl had milked him and he had milked the Canadian milk out, he was up into the air.  When he came back down he had a big Canadian flag on him; big and red.  And from that day on that cow was known as the Canadian cow.  

And now you’ve heard the story of the little girl and the Canadian cow.  

authored and illustrated by Samara Mae

*milk that comes from Canada.  That’s different from the milk that comes from America because it doesn’t come from America.

what every 40-year-old wants…

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…AN AMERICAN GIRL DOLL FESTIVAL.  It was special for Daddy’s birthday.  It was quite the time.  Each doll was hosting his or her own event.  There was the “Dress Sophia” exhibit where you were able to step up and dress her in any outfit offered…

The “Fishing with Tommy” activity (yes, my son plays with dolls)…

“Ice-skating lessons with Kasha” (somehow sela had on sammi’s pjs and vice versa??)…

“wheelchair run with Choco”

and then the american girl doll dogs ran an obstacle course…

Happy birthday, Dad!

sela boo, the bike rider…

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She did it.  At the end of last season, during the last few days of when you can ride a bike, she rode a two-wheeler.  And then we packed the bike away for the long winter.  It just recently got pulled out and we waited to see if she was still ready to go.  But there was the whole fear of falling.  I gave her a good pep-talk of encouragement, blah, blah, blah! but it wasn’t until daddy came up and strapped some knee-pads and gloves that she had the false security of not hurting herself should she fall, that she gave it a try.

I wish I had some video of her cute way of pedalling and swerving along, but I was pulling ethan next to her.  This girl was able to go a few miles on the first try.  We rode the path to see the horses just out of town and she wanted to go further.  I told her that if she could make it to the gas station on the edge of town, she could have a treat.  You don’t have to say it twice to this girl.  She was off.  The gas attendant (a nice grandma) couldn’t believe she had ridden all that way.  and like the sweetheart that she is, she picked a small sampling of salt water taffy (must be the nj heritage) so that she could share with everyone.

As we rode along together talking, I remarked that she was already getting better with the practice she was already getting.   I said that soon she would just be able to relax and we would have so much fun riding.  She said seriously, “Mom, i can’t relax.  I have to control.” That was my favorite.

You always work hard at things.  I couldn’t be prouder.

big boy bed…

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Who is a biggy boy in his own biggy boy bed?  His little loft has been transformed.

It’s really hard to get pictures in his small space because there’s not a lot of light…but I think it gives it a nice 1970s yellow.

We just had a check-up appt. at the Children’s hospital this week where he charmed everyone, thanking the phlebotomist after just sitting there during his blood-draw and then tickling the doctor.  He is such a pleasure and I’m overwhelmed by gratitude with how well he is doing.

an egg-stravaganza…

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It felt good to get away, if even for just two days and just down the long prairie road.  First stop was the Cal-gary Olympic Park where Sammi got her first taste of ski-patrolling (as she calls it due to a Backyardigans episode set in Canada with songs about Mounties and such)

a lesson in snowplow…

and this is what the other kiddos did at the slope (well, they did jump around in the snow a bit too)…

Then we went to our hotel that had two water slides at the pool.  Robb and Sammi had a blast while Sela tried to put on a brave face and be a sport even though she’d rather just play in the hot tub.  And Ethan got woken up by a false fire alarm.  We woke up on Saturday and all headed right back to the slides where Robb, Sammi, me and Ethan had a  great time on the slides and Sela put on that face again.

Then we lunched at a place that Robb heard of called the “Tubby Dog”…and it was exactly how it sounded.  Hot dogs with anything on it.  like peanut butter and jelly with some captain crunch…

or banana with chocolate and some fruit loops…

ok, it was pretty gross but the idea was fun.  then we went to the egg-stravaganza at the zoo…