We continued our children's tour of Montreal yesterday with a visit to La Ferme Agrignon. It is a "farm" in the city, a glorified petting zoo one may say. Whatever it is, it is just perfect for 3 year olds. Clara had a great time checking out the farm animals and following the animation team; she fed the ducks, sheep, goats, and watched a cow milking and a calf feeding. After the official animation ended we tagged along and "helped" put the bunnies back in their cages for the night, collected chicken eggs, checked out some chicks living under a heat lamp and watched the horses and donkeys be herded back to their pens. Leo liked the animals for the most part but he ended up napping for a good portion of the visit. He did however, wake up to swing at the park with Papa and Clara.
After the fun afternoon we went out to a farewell dinner for Trina, Mehdi and Anissa. For a few moments I did not think I was going to make it out of the house. Right before we were ready to leave Clara, in a game of "throw the sippy cup onto the bed" launched her cup (full of water I might add) and it landed - you guessed it - square between my eyes. The bridge of my nose screamed in pain and I guess I did too because within seconds of my cry both Clara and Leo were sobbing. I guess kids do NOT like to see their Mama react in pain like that; I had obviously scared them both. Once the pain started to fade (luckily I only have a slight bruise to show for it) I talked to Clara and explained why she really shouldn't throw things even if she hadn't meant to throw it at me. Hopefully this natural consequence will be remembered and the throwing games will cease!

I had a little scare this morning when I came into the living room and Clara brought to my attention a LARGE amount of blood all over the floor, the coffee table and the baseboard heater! I grabbed Leo and yelled to Marc, "was Leo crying recently?" The answer was "no, he's been playing". I looked all over my guy and saw lots of smears of dried blood but no obvious gaping wounds. After doing a quick once over I started looking more closely and discovered two fairly deep cuts on the pad of his finger. He could've cared less that he was leaving a trail of blood everywhere but I wanted to know how he managed to do it. Marc quickly deduced what happened. We figure he put his hand inside the baseboard and the sharp elements probably were the cause for the cuts. Anyway it finally stopped bleeding and he went on his merry little way!

After bloody-boy's morning nap we headed over to the beach at Parc Jean Drapeau. Clara got to try out her new water wings which were amazing. She was really swimming, and she started floating on her back as well! I think her favorite water game was when she said "bye bye" repeatedly and then dunked her head under water. Leo also enjoyed the water and, after lunch he took a nice long nap enjoying the "fresh" air.

Clara says she can teach me to drive, here is what I have to do:
-Reach the peddles
-Sing the Madagascar Song; I like to move it, move it...
-Hold the steering wheel
and that's it!

She tells me this every time we get into the car, I wish it were that easy, especially after my first lesson on a stick shift.

Marc and I took Clara and Leo to the Museum of Contemporary Art this afternoon. It was a great place to hang out - air conditioned, big open spaces for running around in, video art installations to sit and watch, and lots of bright colours and fun sounds. Personally, I can take or leave most of the art we saw but there were a few gems that stood out to me. Clara never did say "I could do that" but she did ask several times if she was going to be doing a painting after. While checking out some Riopelle paintings Marc and Clara discussed the emotions the colours invoked. I guess the little art critique got into it and checked out each canvas and reported "this is a happy picture" or "this is a mad picture". She never said any of them were sad which surprised both Marc and I, too bad we can't ask Riopelle what he was thinking.

Spent a great afternoon with Grandpapa and Grandmaman Rollande. During our conversations I realised that there are so many cute things Clara says and does that never even make it to the blog. So, Grandpapa Marcel has inspired me to think hard and try to list a few Clara-isms (and eventually Leo-isms) so that time will not wipe my memory clean of the hilarity of childhood.

Installment #1
-Every day sometime around mid-afternoon Clara tells me she has a secret to share. I bend down, she puts her ear to mine and she whispers into the air "I've got an idea, lets eat ice cream after dinner". Then she pulls away and looks expectantly for my reply.

-The other day Marc and I were trying to figure out if Clara hears the difference between certain words that she is having trouble pronouncing. One of the biggies she can't say is the word "spoon". When she says "spoon" it comes out as "soom". We tried all sorts of things to get her to say the "sp" sound but nothing worked. Finally she looked at us with complete seriousness and said, I'm speaking in french, "soom" is french. Marc and I broke down in fits of giggles while she continued to look at us shaking her head.

-When Leo approches Clara while she's playing with her toys she yells out "oh no, its GodziLeo!"

Finally, a Leo funny from this evening. I'm only reporting this fact so that Leo can be fully embarassed when he's older. Today is the day that Leo discovered what makes him a boy. Yes, Leo discovered his penis! He peered over his belly at it and gave it a few good yanks and kept looking up at me. I swear his eyes were saying "have you seen this thing, its pretty cool, check it out... it stretches too!" OK, grown Leo, are you dying of embarassment yet??? Love ya xox

The word of the day... PRIVACY. Clara is offering us privacy morning, noon, and night. It would be even more exciting if she really meant it. So far, privacy in the bathroom consists of Clara popping her head in and out of the room telling you that you are getting your privacy!

Oh, and she just hopped on one foot for the first time while I was typing. What a girl! She's really into dancing and jumping right now, she jumps over all the random peices of junk lying around the house. Wait a minute, maybe it is not random junk, maybe it is a carefully placed obsticle course I've set out for my precious three year old. Yeah, thats it.

Home sweet home!

After 8 days away from home Clara, Leo and I are back in our partially baby-proofed house. We spent a week in Toronto at Auntie Dorothy's house and then topped off the trip with a weekend at Danford Lake.

Auntie Patricia was my partner in crime in Toronto while Marc stayed home and worked. We had a great trip. It started off with a smooth drive to Toronto and then lots of fun at the Ontario Science Center, the zoo and several local parks. Oh, and we did fit in a bit of shopping as well!
I mentioned baby proofing before, this week has been an exercise in why baby proofing keeps you sane when you are a parent. Auntie Dorothy's house is a lovely, well decorated adult home. As you can imagine, Leo was a holy terror when it came to touching, grabbing, eating non-edible materials, knocking over stacks of magazines and making a bee-line for any of the THREE sets of stairs in Dorothy's house! The safest place we found for him (other than the high chair) was the kitchen.
Spending time with Auntie Dorothy was great. She and Patricia were so helpful and, despite the game of musical beds Clara had them playing, I think they enjoyed spending time with us too.

Clara loved the Toronto Zoo and, even though we only visited about a third of the zoo we did manage to see all the animals she asked for (most of them were in the movie Madagascar). I think the giraffes were the highlight for Miss Clara B, Leo liked the other visitors the best, and I liked watching the female lion groom the male. I never did ask Patricia what she liked best, Maybe she'll share it with us in a comment! Ok, Auntie Pusha?
Here are Clara and Patricia at the Ontario Science Center, I just love that place. There is so much cool stuff to do and I'm not even the age that the section is geared towards!
Marc met us in Ottawa on Saturday morning and we all went to Tom and Margaret's cottage on Danford Lake. Papa T, Cathy, Rachel, Patricia, and Ashley were also visiting. We had a great day swimming and boating on the lake.


What did I learn on my trip? That a 9 month old poops A LOT when they eat a lot of solid food, that a 3 year old can say "what did you say" without even thinking before speaking, that Leo is a really calm kid until his teeth start ripping through his gums, and that Clara has a sphinchter of steel! Yes, she had ZERO accidents all week, even overnight and during our many car trips, she always could "hold it" until a bathroom became available. Her only problem thus far... self flushing toilets, they freak her out in a serious way!