Grandma H, Matthew, Elizabeth and I went to the Sheep Shearing Festival to watch the sheep get shorn, the herding demo and dogs doing their agility course. Elizabeth threw a frisbee for one of the dogs to catch. She spent the rest of the afternoon pretending to be a sheepdog (again). This year we got to throw balls and frisbees for her to fetch.
I love fireworks, but have found having small children has seriously interfered with my opportunities to see them. Something about small children needing sleep and reluctantly concurring that hubby has a point when he says that 10pm reduces ours to hysteria...
The Victoria day fireworks are just around the corner from us though and they start an hour earlier at 9pm. The last three years we've watched them from the bathroom. I decided I just couldn't bear to see them from a precarious perch on the toilet this year, so we put Elizabeth to bed slightly early. Then we bundled Matthew into the sling and Elizabeth into the stroller and I GOT TO SEE FIREWORKS!!!
It was lovely, aside from the cars that decided to park on the driveway. I still don't understand why traffic control didn't move them along, but things got rather crazy. The fireworks had some technical difficulties getting started; just as well because it took Elizabeth a full half hour to wake up. She loved it, though it's hard to say which she enjoyed more: fireworks or riding in the stroller (normally forbidden because she's really too big and she'd otherwise refuse to use her feet).
And I GOT TO SEE FIREWORKS!!!
We celebrated International Museum Day by taking advantage of free admission at the Museum of Nature. Elizabeth came home hissing like a cockroach :)
Afterwards everyone came over for a bbq, except for Uncle Chris and Yukiko and the girls, since they were visiting Japan.
Ten days later, Brendan and I are struck by how small our rock pile now seems (it has grown substantially)
Elizabeth received a pedal bike from her collective grandparents for her birthday this year. As soon as the snow melted, we let Elizabeth try it out.
I think she was expecting it to be easier to ride than it was, because after that first time of wild lurches and much parental hanging on she wasn't super keen to try it again. One problem was that her feet tended to come off the pedals. On the balance bike she tends to scoot along and then put her feet down, which results in tipping over on the pedal bike. Remembering to keep pedaling was tricky. She was perturbed that she couldn't pedal backwards to go back (her bike has pedal brakes in addition to the hand brake). Steering was unexpectedly a problem. But we kept at it and she quickly improved.
Now the only problem is that she can't get on or off the bike by herself. Mommy is getting a lot of exercise while running beside the bike to catch her if she unexpectedly veers into the grass. "I'm making you run, Mommy!" shouts Elizabeth gleefully as I frantically try to keep pace.