Friday, 25 October 2019

Photo Friday: An Apple a Day

Let me tell you, folks, there are some well-fed squirrels living in Kingston, Ontario. In university, it wasn't unusual to see squirrels running around campus with whole cookies or crackers, pilfered from the common rooms, in their mouths. I remember being warned not to leave my window open if there was food in my room, or else I might find myself with some uninvited guests.

Thankfully, I never came home to find squirrels eating the leftover pizza or various vending machine snacks from my cupboard. I did have one friend who committed the mortal sin of feeding a squirrel. The squirrel in question not only became a regular feature on her windowsill, but this guy was feeling so secure in his food supply that he was picky. My friend claimed Mr. Squirrel (or Mrs. It was never confirmed) would turn up his nose at the plain peanuts she offered, insisting on roasted only. This was a very rotund squirrel, by the way.

I was reminded of all this on a walk recently when I came across this guy:


I know they say an apple a day keeps the doctor away. But I don't think the apple is supposed to be larger than your head. Maybe he plans to save some for later?

Friday, 11 October 2019

Photo Friday: Pumpkin Patch

Last weekend we went on our annual outing to the local pumpkin patch. It dropped below freezing the night before, making it a winter jacket morning. But it was also a sunny day with no wind.


Kiddo had lots of fun picking out the "largest pumpkin in the whole entire world!" (Translation: the largest pumpkin Daddy could carry back to the car without dropping his coffee cup.) Though, we did spend some time examining our other options:

Happy October!

Friday, 20 September 2019

Photo Friday: Foolhardy Frog

On a recent 'nature' walk of mine (does it still count as nature when there's pavement invloved?) the mysterious shopping cart was gone. But I did find this guy...


...hanging out in the middle of the paved path, seemingly unconcerned by my approaching feet, passing dogs, or the wheels of bicycles zipping by. He also demonstrated no qualms as I leaned in to take this picture. I hope on my next walk I don't have to step around squished frog.

Friday, 13 September 2019

Photo Friday: Dragonfly

Kiddo started school last week. So far he seems to like it (phew). As it happens, we live just under one kilometer from the school. That means walking instead of taking the bus.

Four years old seems a bit young for the bus, so I'm actually glad we're within the walking radius. But, at Kiddo pace, it does take 20-30 minutes each way (depending how many leaves and blades of grass we stop to examine along the way). About an hour added to the day–and I expect the winter months will be interesting.

For now though, we're enjoying the nice weather along with the trees, grass, weeds, flowers, birds, squirrels, and everything else there is to see. Leave it to a four year old to make sure you don't miss anything interesting. Like this dragonfly, which we studied for a good ten minutes on our trip home the other day:


Kiddo was pleased the dragonfly was his favourite colour, and happened to match his shirt. Ever tried to get a picture of a moving dragonfly with your phone? I did my best:


Friday, 6 September 2019

Photo Friday: Nature Walk?

There is a path around our subdivision that I enjoy walking a few times a week. Most of it is lined with trees. There's a ridiculous number of rabbits. And occasionally other wildlife to be seen.

There are, however, some unavoidable reminders that this little patch of nature is smack dab in the middle of human civilization...


I can think of no plausible explanation for bringing a shopping cart halfway around this 4k loop and then leaving it. But I suppose someone had a reason. By the looks of the mangled lower corner, the cart had a rough ride getting here.

Tuesday, 6 August 2019

Ways in Which I Underestimate My Kid

As I have made reference to before, I tend to be about six months behind in assessing my child's abilities. I assume (hope) I am not the only mother out there who does this. Luckily, I have a husband who tends more towards giving Kiddo the benefit of the doubt, maybe sometimes to a fault, but Hubby has been right on some notable occasions:

Swimming Lessons:

My husband was so totally sure Kiddo was ready to move on from parent-and-tot to drop-off lessons. I was imagining weekly meltdowns ending in early departure from the pool, and a forever-traumatized child who would never want to swim again.

There were a few tears the first week. But overall, Kiddo rocked the swimming lessons. He can swim the length of the pool with a pool noodle under his arms, is willing to jump into the deep end (into someones arms, of course), and will dunk is head completely (when he feels like it).

Skiing:

There was a family ski day with my husband's work. Two hours in the car, each way, followed by getting a three year old to wait for an equipment rental, then get into boots, skis, and a helmet. All so he can refuse to step onto the magic carpet to the top of the bunny hill? Then, if he does get to the top of the hill, we're going to convince him to ski back down the hill that, to someone 3½ feet tall, must look like a mountain? Yeah right. I want Kiddo to learn to ski, but how about we wait until next year to torture ourselves.

We attended the ski day. Kiddo was a champ waiting for, and putting on, his equipment. After one mild meltdown, we got him up the hill. He skied down while I held onto him. This was a workout for me as Kiddo decided he was done halfway down and lifted his skis into the air. I carried him down the rest of the way while trying not to ski into anyone. But the day was far from a disaster. We might even try it again this winter.

Fireworks:

My husband brought up the idea of bringing Kiddo to see the July 1st fireworks. Keeping Kiddo up past 10pm to experience a series of sudden booming noises. Yeah, that sounds like a great idea (did you catch the dripping sarcasm?). Once again, we went for it. Once again, I anticipated disaster.

Once again, my husband was right. Kiddo loved the fireworks (with ear defenders on), and staying up late did not end in meltdown.

Camping is the next Kiddo adventure on the agenda. As usual, my husband is optimistic (and it was his idea). I am making lists of all the things that can go wrong. But history tells me it'll be fine (she says, with visions of two sleepless nights in a tent with a four year old running through her head).

Then there's the whole 'Kiddo starts kindergarten in four weeks' thing. FOUR WEEKS! How did that happen? Didn't summer start two seconds ago?

But, really, no need to panic...😬