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Since we were talking about milestones and growing up too fast, I couldn’t not mention my girl, who I thought deserved her own post.

October and November have thus far, been monumental months for Jaia.  And for me.

Seeing your baby take their first step or hearing them speak their first word is a moment of pride for any parent. And an amazing accomplishment for the child.  It’s something that we look forward to from the moment we first hold them in our arms – maybe even earlier.

AS they grow, the milestones they meet become fewer and farther between, but are no less monumental.  In fact, some are mindblowing.  For me, anyway.

Jaia has started reading.  She can read Level 1 books on her own.  She’s able to power through other, higher level books with some help.  And she loves it.  Everywhere we go she’ll point out signs she can read and tell me what they say. So that baby that I not so long ago was holding in my arms can now pick up a book and read it to me.

Seriously.  Mind is officially blown.  Insides are officially bursting with pride.

And there’s one more thing.  In the grand scheme, it is not as significant as learning to read, but to a 4 year old, it is still the bee’s knees.  Two weeks ago, Jaia also learned to tie own laces.

 

November 18, 2011 - 10:30 am

Auntie Jenny - Amazing! That is such a huge milestone, especially at age 4. Good job Jaia!!

November 18, 2011 - 11:20 am

Auntie Shirley - Jaia is off to a grand start! Truly a teacher’s dream…

Help yourself.

As your child grows and becomes more independent, you get to sit back a little and watch them get a real feel for the world around them. I remember someone told me once, when Jaia was small, that their first real moment of freedom happened when their child could buckle themselves up in their carseat.

Having experienced that myself, I concur. But even before that, there are a few things that I wasn’t so sad to say goodbye to. I couldn’t wait for Wes to sit up. And I longed for him to be able to feed himself and to walk. When he did all of those things, I would gain a smidgen more freedom to do things like make dinner or, you know, go pee by myself.

Don’t get me wrong. I loved baby Wes. Adored. Still do, but I also love the crazy, funny, cheeky little man that follows me around the house lighting up every room he enters.

Sometimes though, it feels like he’s growing a little too fast. That he’s a little too independent.  Take yesterday, for instance,  when I walked into the kitchen and found my little dude helping himself to a snack.

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If he’s going to do that, I might as well show him how to make dinner and do the laundry…

Don’t forget the zoo…

The San Diego Zoo is world renowned.   I wasn’t sure we’d have time to fit it in, but Dan convinced me that we couldn’t go all the way to San Diego and not see the zoo.  So we did.

And it was pretty awesome.  It was huge and boasted some pretty amazing animals.  The kind that no matter how many times you’ve seen them, they take your breath away.  For me they are the giraffes and the lions.  And the elephants.  Oh, and the tigers.

But my all-time favourite little zoo critter is the koala.  Who is not a bear, by the way.  But they are beyond cute and also very sleepy.  Did you know that due to their super slow metabolic rate, they sleep for almost 22 hours a day?

But we didn’t stand a chance.  And we’ve discovered this before but totally forgot – never visit the zoo in the mid-afternoon.  You end up seeing a lot of this:

Dan’s favourite animal, on the other hand, did not disappoint with an afternoon visit.  No, the meercat was WIDE awake.  But it turns out that it is actually his job to stay alert.  There is always one on duty, watching for predators, protecting the pack.

That day it was this little dude’s job.

Hello, Little Dude.  Thanks for having us.

On our way out, we stopped at the gift shop.  There were several located all over the zoo, but this one was slightly more high-end.  Real gifts, rather than kitschy souvenirs.  Throughout the day I had noticed these amazing wire sculptures throughout the zoo.  I hadn’t thought much about them at the time, but each one was awesome.  And then, in the gift shop, there was a whole section of them.  I had to have one.  It couldn’t be too big, we would have to carry it on a plane and then cram it into our already jam-packed car on the way back to Ottawa, but I was going to try to make it work.

I picked the rhino.

And it wasn’t until we were at the cash that we were informed of just how cool these sculptures were.  Turns out that they are what’s called ‘snare wire art’ and the wire used to fashion these amazing sculptures is taken from poaching traps and turned into something beautiful.

Illegal snares, basically any wire poachers can find, are collected and turned over to the center for use in crafts. Selling the product puts funds in the pockets of local villagers who may typically get by on subsistence farming. This also removes the snare wires from future use by poachers.”   Painted Dog Conservation

Double duty gifts are twice as awesome.  Not only is the sculpture amazing, but the purchase actually gives back.  Love that.

My rhino made it home very safely but has yet to find a permanent home.  Will post a picture once he’s all set up.

 

 

 

Oceanside.

Our trip could be summed up like this: Dan and I went to San Diego.  Without kids.  It was glorious but cold.

I haven’t posted any news or pics of our trip because, in all honesty, there’s just too much to share and little time to sit down and type it out.  We kept busy, saw all the sights we needed to see (and some we didn’t) and literally enjoyed the hell out of ourselves for 5 full days.

Let’s take a step back.  Jaia was born in December 2006.  November 2006 was the last time my husband and I travelled anywhere without kids, (and this trip even included my sister, who was also visiting Las Vegas at the same time as we were.)  So, needless to say, it was long overdue.

My parents graciously (and excitedly) offered to watch Jaia and Wes while Dan and I flew across the country together.  Alone!  And if it wasn’t for the fact that Jaia packed her bags 6 weeks early in anticipation, I may not have been so keen on leaving them.  But they were in fantastic hands and I was in need of a getaway.  A few days of sleeping in.  A few days of finishing books that have been left sitting for months.  A few days of relaxing.  Of enjoying walks out with my husband.  Of dinners at 8 pm and breakfasts at 10.

And San Diego delivered.  It’s definitely a pretty city.  And very oddly, with a small town feel.  Maybe it was because we were staying right downtown in the Gaslamp District, but everything just felt…close.  And walkable.

And holy, did we ever walk.  There haven’t been many vacations that Dan and I have taken together that we haven’t had access to a car.  On this one, we didn’t want it.  And the Band-Aid company profited.  I bought 2 boxes while there.  So worth it though.  And it helped worked off all the food we consumed ALL. DAY. LONG.  I blame the 3 hour time difference but really, I just like food.  And beer.  San Diego had great beer.

I could get used to living so close to the ocean…

(Notice the Band-Aid).

Does it get better than hearing the waves crash and breathing in the clean, crisp ocean air?  Do people who were born and raised in this part of California realize how lucky they are?

Stay classy, San Diego.  We’ll be back some day…

 

November 14, 2011 - 12:39 pm

Dan - A great vacation! I’m so glad we jumped on the opportunity, and that Nana and Papoo were such willing enablers 🙂 It would have been easy to say it was too complicated, or too expensive, or too palm-tree-y. But we didn’t. Let’s decide not not to do things more often.