Elizabeth and I went to visit adorable baby Clara for the first time. Clara didn't want her meal interrupted for pictures (can't imagine why!) but her Mom knew how to remedy that problem :)
Elizabeth got to help feed Clara and she was captivated. She's spent a lot of time expertly burping her dollies ever since.
I read somewhere that the Agriculture Museum's "Sheep Shearing Fest" is proof that there really is a festival for everything here in Ottawa.
Elizabeth's seen a sheep being shorn before with Daddy, but this was the first time we made it to the festival. I thought the sheep were remarkably well behaved during their haircuts. It looks very uncomfortable. Elizabeth helped card and felt wool into a bracelet. We also got to watch the sheep dogs in action. Some were much better than others (age, training), which I thought added a level of interest and amusement. My favourite was the brown dog that brought her toy around the course and then splooshed into the wading pool at the end. Did I mention it was pretty hot? After watching the sheep dogs, Elizabeth immediately declared her intent to set up an obstacle course in the backyard. She's spent many hours since happily woofing her way around the backyard. Through the playhouse window, 'round the sandbox, under the slide, over the teeter totter, through the pylons, up the stairs and down the slide...
The sheep herding was also really interesting. The shepherd had three dogs of varying levels of competence and demonstrated how they train them. Younger dogs need the shepherd to guide them with flags, while staying in front of the sheep. Trained dogs can just herd the sheep without the shepherd with only the sound of whisles. The shepherd was rather apologetic because the sheep were tired of being herded over and over again and therefore not as cooperative as normal. I would have gotten frustrated too, but the dogs guided the sheep rather impressively around the paddock to my inexpert eye!
We had a weekend full of family as Maria turned THREE and Xander was presented for dedication at church. The observant will notice that somehow Erika never turned six last month. I didn't have my camera, but the event definitely happened. Elizabeth declared birthday parties lots of fun, though somewhat wistfully observed that she likes it best when she gets to blow out the candles.
At Maria's party:
These pictures are unusual in that they do not feature bloodied hands and knees.
Apparently we've reached the age of minor scrapes as our formerly cautious child has thrown caution to the wind. She gets a new "boo boo" nearly every day, which must be covered by a band aid unless hidden by clothing. Mom tries to avoid the highly coveted band aids because if the band aid restricts her movement in any way it reminds her continuously of her grievous battle wounds. This results in extreme babying of the affected part. Last week she rubbed a microscopic piece of skin off her palm and held the bandaged appendage with such care and attention during French class that numerous adults wondered if she'd sprained her wrist. Luckily she forgot about the scrape the morning after the band aid came off (with much protesting!)
She also hates getting her scrapes wet, which makes bath time rather acrobatic. Hopefully this phase passes quickly.