Elizabeth is still cutting her last molar and no one is enjoying the process.
I blogged about her night waking to tell Mommy about her sore, sore mouth, and more than a week later she's still talking a lot about how much it hurts day and night. Poor baby! A few nights ago we ended up resorting to Tylenol because she was just not able to sleep from the pain. Mommy is very sympathetic.
I mentioned Elizabeth's teething troubles during yesterday's root canal and the dentist told me that teething is a rather inflammatory process involving the chemical breakdown of the gum. It's highly acidic, so he suggested providing lots of liquids, ice chips and popsicles.
It just so happens that we've been on a bit of a popsicle kick lately, so it's nice to have a good excuse to make more! We've made golden melon lime, strawberry milkshake, lemon blueberry, lemon cherry, kiwi-banana strawberry milkshake, kiwi banana, peach, peach banana and peach banana raspberry.
Our backyard is currently a bit of a construction zone, but that doesn't seem to stop Elizabeth from enjoying it.
We were working on attaching baseboards in our garage. Once Elizabeth decided that she'd quite like to hammer in addition to bringing Daddy fistfuls of nails, a distraction was clearly in order. She hasn't quite got the hang of croquet yet but found it very amusing.
I used to think that if one child was a lot of work, two must be double the trouble...
Watching Elizabeth and Erika play together, I've realized that kid math doesn't always work like that. The two of them are a great combination - they just love to be together and as a result entertain each other extremely well. We do have to keep an eye on Erika as sometimes she forgets that Elizabeth is still a baby and can't do all the things that Erika can.
Auntie Yukiko asked Erika why she doesn't play like that with her sister Maria, and apparently Elizabeth is just more fun because she walks and talks. So it will be interesting to see how the sister and cousin dynamics change when Maria starts walking!
When it came time to take Erika and Auntie Yukiko home from their visit on Monday, Erika said: "Oh Elizabeth, I'm going to miss you soooo much." Hugs and Kisses all around, but Elizabeth was so upset over the departure that we ended up letting her come along for the ride even though she was covered in sand.
The number of car washes experienced by our cars is probably still in the single digits. Over nine and a half years! Most of those occurred two neighbours ago - George washed their cars faithfully once a week which provided some incentive to give our own car a good scrub a few times a year. After they moved the frequency of washes dropped off dramatically. Our last car actually never experienced such a thing as a car wash at all.
I think this is about to change, given how much Elizabeth enjoyed helping Auntie Janice give the car a bath!
It was free admission at the Bytown Museum in honour of Colonel By Day, and shockingly the museum hasn't suddenly become any more Elizabeth friendly since last year. Okay, so that's probably a bit harsh. I do think it would be pretty interesting to get a chance to listen to the audio tours and/or have a guided tour without children - I kept seeing snatches of information that I would have liked to read more about. For instance, Bytown became Ottawa in part because the old name was so disreputable; the most violent place in all of civilized North America. Or something like that! Elizabeth wasn't interested in the children's station at all this year, but there's a Victorian curio cabinet on the top floor and she loved opening the various doors and drawers to see what was inside. I was thinking that maybe we should make our own curio cabinet, although perhaps I'll skip the toy coffin!
The outdoor activities were a little less hands-on than last year, but since Elizabeth slept through most of our visit this didn't matter too much. Once she woke up, she was rather solemn and wide-eyed because it poured rain and everyone was all crammed together trying to stay dry. She was pretty interested by the musketeers; last year the kids all cried when the muskets fired, but I warned her about the loud noise in advance and it didn't seem to bother her at all. "Kaboom" she said, pointing to the smoke in wonder.
The shoes were an art exhibit created by one thousand area children with the help of the Bytown's artist-in-residence (Monique from Saskatoon).
My favourite booth this year was the woman who was demonstrating how to make linen from flax. First you grow flax very closely together so that the stalks don't branch. Stalks around the edges of the fields will branch no matter what, so those are traditionally used for reseeding the next year. Once you harvest the flax, you break the stalk to release the fibres. Then you comb it (like wool!) using progressively smaller combs made of nails. Then you spin it into thread, using copious amounts of water. Watching her demonstrate each step was very eye-opening. It's no wonder that people only had a couple of outfits, given the amount of labour involved. We think we are so "busy" but really there is no comparison.