Daddy took Elizabeth to visit the animals today. Our visit started out a little on the wrong foot as right by the entrance (where the horse, cow, sheep and pig barn is) there was an extremely loud and grumpy sounding cow mooing and mooing and mooing. Elizabeth for obvious reasons didn't like the sound of this and refused to go investigate. So instead of our usual first stop at the barn we had to head straight over to the chickens. After a couple of minutes visiting with the chickens one of the staff came out with the tiniest baby rabbit that Daddy (and Elizabeth) had ever seen and invited the kids to gather around and pet it. Daddy thought this was great and dearly wanted to get a shot of Elizabeth happily patting the cute little baby rabbit. Unfortunately Elizabeth was about as interested in the rabbit as she is in mustard. She backed up and tried to get away while saying "buck buck". Apparently she wasn't done visiting the chickens. Oh well maybe another time...
We took a ride on the Shay steam train outside the Museum of Science and Tech today. We enjoyed a nearly empty train because the summer camps have finished and the French kids are all back at school.
The train was pulling the caboose and an official's car. The museum guide onboard told us that traditionally the caboose would be the last car on the train, but in this case they have the cars reversed. This is because the locomotive is made of iron, as is the base of the caboose, but the official's car is made of wood. It wouldn't be good for the wooden car to be sandwiched between two iron cars. I learned this when I inquired about the wooden flare holder up in the caboose. If the train had to stop, the occupants of the upper seats on the caboose would throw the flares off the back of the train to warn any trains behind to stop too, so that's why the caboose would normally be last.
Elizabeth spent the first train ride looking out the window, then swivelling her head around to stare across the aisle, then whipping her head back to look out the window again. She was so determined not to miss anything that we wondered whether she might manage to unscrew her head!
After the ride we asked her whether she was done or whether she wanted more. "More", she said. So we got right back on but this time Elizabeth got to ride up high in the caboose.
Really fun! The train is by donation and runs every ten minutes on Wednesdays and Sundays through the summer season. It's operated by the Bytowne Railway Society in exchange for being able to use land at the museum. If you haven't already been, I highly recommend this as an outing!
Then we went into the museum itself and played hard.
I've been trying to convince Brendan that Elizabeth needs a haircut. I think this latest set of pictures proves my point!
The question is: should she have a fringe? Or a part down the middle? Or a part on the side? Are we about to choose the hairstyle she will have for the rest of her life?
A gang of wasps took up residence in a piece of firewood hanging around in our yard. I didn't get a photo of the actual nest, but after choosing a deadly weapon I went out in the dead of night and killed them all.
It's kind of disturbing that not only did we have the appropriate deadly chemicals on hand, but we had multiple different options!
Auntie Janice declared it perfect kite flying weather and so Elizabeth, Janice and I bundled ourselves into the car and headed out to the Museum of Aviation. We were just a few minutes too late to see the airshow but Elizabeth had fun "flying" a helicopter inside to the point that I had to carry her out kicking and screaming when the museum closed for the evening.
Then we settled down to the serious business of flying kites. Between us we had three, including one shaped like an airplane that Brendan and I bought on our honeymoon (This is also the last time I can recall flying a kite!) Elizabeth was fascinated. The first kite went up very easily and stayed up so well we decided the car could probably handle it while we got the others airborne.
Shortly thereafter the kite broke free and Janice had to run after it like a crazy lady. But she did catch it. This was probably just as well since we don't think the helicopter pilot above us would really have appreciated having to dodge a runaway kite! After tying it more firmly to the steering wheel, the car flew the kite for the better part of an hour.
Oh, and I can now boast that I am able to breastfeed while flying two kites simultaneously.