We had a fun week. Colder weather is definitely on the way now, and we’re making the most of these last sunny days.
The week started off with some scary news from our next-door neighbours. They were expecting a baby any day and we hadn’t heard from them in awhile. Finally the dad came over and told us that his baby girl had been born here in Kamloops via C-section on the 15th but had been airlifted to Vancouver Children’s Hospital. She has spina bifida among other disorders. Bailey and I looked up spina bifida and discussed what we could do to support the family when they get home. We’ll probably make some meals for them.
In other baby news, we are clients of a “Baby’s Headstart” program here in town. The program is much better suited to at-risk or mainstream parents, but we get $10/week in free groceries so I’m willing to put up with the obvious suggestions like “don’t shake your baby.” They give us handouts to tell us what our baby is likely doing now, but I don’t usually read them. Bailey, however, reads everything she can get her hands on and was especially interested in the “fact” that babies Ocean’s age cry an average of 2.5 hours EACH DAY! She (and I) couldn’t believe that was true, so we timed him the next day. It turned out that she was right, at least about Ocean. He only cried for 10-15 minutes.
She continues to enjoy cooking. She made cupcakes for us and experimented with food colouring. We had lavender-coloured vanilla cupcakes. She also made tuna wraps for lunch one day. We watched some shows on the Food Network one morning and enjoyed learning about how Dots candy is made.
We went to the local museum on Tuesday. They currently have an exhibit about medieval times. Bailey was most interested in reading about how people lived then, especially women and children. Later we discussed the differences between the way we play in the SCA and what the middle ages were really like. She noticed that most of us in the SCA dress like nobles, but that most of the people who actually lived during that time were peasants. She also noticed that women in the SCA are equal to men, but that that was not the case in real life. She was also interested in just how difficult their lives were compared to our modern lives. She tried to imagine what cooking a meal back then would be like, from keeping the fire going, to killing the chicken, to preparing it for eating. Thank goodness she doesn’t want to try it! (Just kidding.)
She had a rotten, terrible day on Wednesday. She just couldn’t get herself out of the dumps, so we ended up going for a nice drive in the country, which seemed to help somewhat. That night we went to a work bee for the Unitarian Universalist church that we belong to. Currently I am the Sunday School teacher, and we were making story kits. As usual, Bailey was the only child there. She helped cut out laminated pictures and organized supplies.
Thursday was a special day. We went to Ashcroft for another Not-Back-To-School Party. (A 2nd party was required because our friends in Ashcroft were out of town for the first one.) Bailey had a wonderful time all day, playing with fellow unschoolers. A friend from Kamloops brought some bones along to share, so we looked at a beaver skull, a wolf skull, and a fossilized allosaurus bone, among others.
Saturday was another special day. We went up to my Dad’s girlfriend’s cabin on North Barriere Lake to visit them as well as my sister and her family and my Aunt and Uncle who were camping there as well. Bailey chased after her young cousin, made a sandcastle, posed for photos, and found a beautiful rock. She had a nice visit her her great aunt and uncle, too.
Today was Sunday School and she was the only kid there. That was fine with me, and we actually had a wonderful time learning about Mabon, the neo-Pagan harvest celebration. Then we discussed the ethics of food consumption. She mentioned that she wished she could be a vegetarian but she loves meat so, so much! We then discussed ways that we could eat meat but have less impact on the environment, on animals, and on farmers. She drew a little cartoon, too, about how the price of food in the grocery store doesn’t truly reflect the work and environmental impact that went into getting the food to the shelf.
Tonight she saw her Dad (and in the near future I will definitely send you a separate e-mail about her history with him). He taught her a new recipe, they watched Mythbusters (and debated about whether or not the myths would be “busted,” “plausible,” or “confirmed,” and played crib. She wondered if Mythbusters “counted” as learning, and I assured her that in my mind it did.
By the way, she is not as interested in the Fashion Design conference as she thought she would be, but I’m leaving it up to her to decide what she wants to do with it.