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Resolutions, and politics

I am not, as a rule, a maker of resolutions. I prefer to set the bar incredibly low for myself so that I can pat myself on the back when I exceed my (terribly low) expectations. This year though, I have resolved to blog at least twice a month (see? low).

For my first one, a story about Thomas and his obsession with Mayors and, specifically, the mayor of Toronto.

I can’t exactly remember how he even knew anything about mayors but a few weeks ago, we were listening to the radio and the story mentioned Parliament Hill. Thomas asked what that was and I explained that it was where the government meets to make decisions about things. Naturally, he then needed to know what the government was. Instead of being honest, I told him that they were the people trusted to make decisions about the country, to which he replied,

“Oh, so like a bunch of mayors?”
“Yeah, like a bunch of mayors!” I replied, pretty impressed at his thinking.
“So, like, Rob Ford and stuff?” he asked.
(insert massive sigh here)

How to explain the crack smoking, racist, lying, train wreck of a mayor, that is Rob Ford, to a (not quite) 4 year old?? Given that all CBC ever talked about for a good three weeks was Rob Ford and his shenanigans, it shouldnt come as a huge surprise that Thomas picked up on it, but MAN is this a tricky one to explain without a lot of questions. He is OBSESSED with Rob Ford. He mentions him at least twice a day. It doesn’t help that there’s a picture of him on the cover of our local paper that we see a hundred times a day. We’ve sort of summed it up that he’s not a very nice guy because he lies and is dishonest and that seemed to quell the tide of questioning for a while until, we hoped, he moved on to something easier like, say, the Middle East, or debt ceilings or something.

Around christmas, Thomas came into the kitchen with a guilty little look all over his face and said,

“Mum. I sneaked a look at number 21 on my advent. I put it back though.”

Given that I would never have known that he’d done it, I was pretty impressed that he told me and told him that it wasn’t good to have done it but that I was very happy he told me and that it showed he was growing up to be an honest person and that was very important and blah, blah, blah. His response…

“I know, cuz if I didn’t tell you, I would be EXACTLY like Rob Ford, right mum?”

“Weeeeellllllll, not exaaaaaaaactly, like him. But I don’t doubt that Rob Ford sneaks ahead on his advent calendar son.”

There. Politics. Taught to a three year old. Done.

An honest little face if ever I saw one. With his campaign manager at his side

An honest little face if ever I saw one. With his campaign manager at his side

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The view from up here

While on our visit home I promised Thomas we would go to the CN Tower. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I immediately regretted them because I fast realized that just going and looking at the tower, safely from the ground, would somehow not be enough. We were going to have to go up it. And I am terrified of heights. Now, I will be honest and say that there have been times that I`ve been able to get away with not doing something, for example going to the Capilano Suspension Bridge, by pretending that there is a sign that says that its closed that day (a trick that I obviously picked up from my dad who admitted to me some years ago that when I was little and I wanted to go to a nearby park and he didn`t, we would leave the house and he would pretend to peer into the distance and would say “Oh dear! The big kids are on all the swings! Oh, nevermind. We`ll go another time.” Truth was, you couldn`t actually see the park from where we were. So mean)

Anyway, I knew that this was something that we really should do so I gathered my courage and headed for the elevators before I could back out. I planned on also holding my breath to stop myself from bursting out in nervous, hysterical laughter, but then the announcer said the ride up would take close to two minutes BECAUSE OF THE HIGH WINDS (ahhhhhhhh!). I was trying really hard to pretend that I was loving the whole thing and pinned this terrible forced grin on my face. I think I was pretty successful…….

Thomas: Mum! Look! Look down to the ground! We`re SOOOOO high up! Look!

Me: Oh, I am! I am! Yes, very high! Very high indeed! What fun!

Thomas: No, really look!

Me: I am!

Thomas: But you`ve had your eyes closed all the time. How can you see?

Me: I just can, alright. Just look out the window.

All fun and excitement from the ground

All fun and excitement from the ground

So, you`re sure you don`t want to just see it from this parking lot?

So, you`re sure you don`t want to just see it from this parking lot?

gulp!

gulp!

Okay, that`s it! You`ve seen the tower! Let`s go home! What? UP the tower? Errr....well.....

Okay, that`s it! You`ve seen the tower! Let`s go home! What? UP the tower? Errr….well…..

Hello CBC!

Hello CBC!

Hello massive hail storm blowing in off the lake and blowing RIGHT OVER US

Hello massive hail storm blowing in off the lake and blowing RIGHT OVER US

Pretty spectacular and worth all the anxiety

Pretty spectacular and worth all the anxiety


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E. I. E. I. O

Andrew has this habit of chalking things up to “being a farm boy at heart” because he “grew up on the prairies” in Saskatchewan. The reality is that he grew up in one of the biggest cities there (maybe the biggest city? the capital city? errrgh, I didn`t really pay attention in geography), Regina, and he pretty much saw the inside of a farm on grade school field trips and spent the remainder of his youth playing video games and hanging out at Manchu Wok in the mall like all other, non-agrarian, Canadian kids. Thomas will have just as much right to the phrase “farm boy at heart” as his father after his three hour adventure to Riverdale Farm in Toronto this past weekend. I sense that this would be Andrew`s kind of farm, smack dab in the middle of a big city with a Starbuck`s within walking distance. Seriously though, it was this amazing space in Cabbagetown that made you feel like you were`t in the city and we had such a great day there. And here`s a whole lotta pictures to prove it!

The windmill. Clearly.

The windmill. Clearly.

Chickery Dickery Doc.

Chickery Dickery Doc.

A very mean Turkey. I`m glad there was a fence between us and his beady little eyes

A very mean Turkey. I`m glad there was a fence between us and his beady little eyes

farm 5farm 25

farm 15

 

 

Jemimah Puddleduck and friends

Jemimah Puddleduck and friends

farm 6farm 24farm 21farm 22farm 20farm 27

This was the cutest thing ever: the mama would stick her head through this gap and call to her kids........

This was the cutest thing ever: the mama would stick her head through this gap and call to her kids……..

.....who would come over all "What mom? I`m busy"

…..who would come over all “What mom? I`m busy”

farm 9

We were getting the real stink eye from this cow.

We were getting the real stink eye from this cow.

farm 8

If Henry had his way, he would have been in the pen with the goats

If Henry had his way, he would have been in the pen with the goats

Mendin`fences

Mendin`fences

Being wistful

Being wistful

I liked this little creature the best. We were allowed to pet him and feed him. We took this one home.

I liked this little creature the best. We were allowed to pet him and feed him. We took this one home.

What a fun Mother`s Day.