Friday, September 29, 2006

All the foxes and Foxes

Thursday was the Terry Fox run at Drews school. Kindergarteners didn't have
to run, but to participate they walked around the school. Next year will be
the fundraising. This is one of the charities I actually donate to, for no
other reason that my father worked with Fred Fox, Terry's brother, and Terry
lived in PoCo when I did (while I was in kindergarten), and my mother used
to run into him when jogging. I vaguely have a memory of him running in my
mind waving hi to my mother, but I don't know if its an actual memory or if
its some distorted memory from a school film about him when I grew up.

Either way, drew was full of questions about him and why they do the run at
the school, what cancer was, and so on. She seemed in absolute awe. And as
always, these question come on the three minute drive home from school,
where I pick her up on my way home from work.

As we pull up to the driveway, she asks me, "What colour of fox was he?" and
I realize that all her amazement had been built around the assumption that
Terry was a real fox. An animal fox with cancer and a false leg, that Gannie
had jogged at the same time as (and why not, I tell her about the rabbits I
see when running), and not just someone with Fox as a last name. And that
her Papa worked with the brother fox, (too cool). It makes it a much more
amazing story.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Pink things: Sparks and Pigs

Our dog is recovering from his evil dog bite infection, and has now returned
to his normal self. Which means he is just as snuggly as ever, only now he
tries to bite your nose and does the puppy hop again. This weekend Copper
met his new best friend, Mr.Pig. Drew had this walking talking oinking pink
stuffed pig, and Copper snuck into Drews room and stole it. He presented it
at our feet as though he had been Indiana Jones himself in the dangers of
"The playroom". After much proud prancing, he got down to the dirty and
tooka big bite on the pig, after all, a big dog chewed on him that way and
it was now his responsibility to take it out on something else. But, the pig
turned on, walked toward him and OINKED. This was no easy kill.

With much hopping, barking (a rhodesian has a very serious bark), and more
hopping, the pig has been elevated to mans best friends friend.
Every day this week when he is bored and there is no cooking or walking
going on, Copper hops onto our bed and pulls out his toy pig and plays. At
least from all the oinking and barking we know where he is. And so far he is
too nervous yet to really 'kill' it, so there is no mess.

Drew is doing well, and had her first show and tell day at Kindergarten. She
brought in her Ariel statue of course. She tells me that the kids asked all
the right questions. I have also signed her up for Sparks, a sort of mini
Brownies/Girlguides club. They wear pink, pink and more pink. I told the
Sparks leader that on principal, I cant be a leader because the pink
sweatshirts would melt my skin. So instead I will be the parent helper. I
have never been good at committing to team events, especially ones where you
hold hands and sing songs about pink friends to the tune of "Brother Jack."
But I think the interaction should be good for Drew, especially since its so
hard to match up parents schedules for playtimes for our kids, and Drew
misses having friends nearby. It backfired when we realized we were the only
people in our own neighbourhood attending though, they all travel from
somewhere else.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Our first (and only) homegrown pumpkin

Injured dog gets infected

Saturday night while walking Copper on the farthest walk we had been yet, we ran into a man and wife with their basset hound and husky/rhodesian cross. He said their husky (aka death beast) was a rescue dog, he had had it only two days. As we were leaving and going on our way, his dog went to sniff Copper, and for some STUPID reason he let it off his leash, and it attacked my dog. Copper got pinned, his neck/belly bitten, and here I was trying to pull my baby away and smash that other dogs head in and away with my foot.

The owner managed to get it off and appologise, but him and his wife had to pin their dog it was so balistic, so I just did all I could do to calm my dog and drag it away and stop it from screaming. Copper had no cuts or blood I could see, and it took me forever to calm him and get him home. what was the worst, was looking back and seeing the dog go after his own owner. I feel bad for that couple for having two dogs to deal with . . . for about less than half a second.

I dont care I didnt get his name, his address, whatever. I am just glad I got us both away. But sunday night I noticed a big lump the size of a golf ball forming under his jugular, and we spent alot of it at the emergency vet. Drew was sick. Claude was exhausted. The dog was terrified of all the other animals there. I'm sick and exhausted. and $200 we got antibiotics, and tonight our vet (another $80 )gave him another shot, so hopefully the swelling will go down soon. if not, for $350 we can have the absess drained. dogs aren't cheap, but I wouldnt think twice about spending that on a mut or a purebred.

until then, he is a our precious turkey gobbler.the swelling makes him look like he has a turkey waddle.

Thursday, September 21, 2006


We had our first Meet the Teacher night. We celebrating by walking to Dairy
Queen before going. Claude even walked the whole way, instead of driving.
(He hates walking now, he says). The real thing that surprized me, was when
we got there and we were handed nametags, and, I gave Claude his nametag
(while laughing), he actually wore it.

It said:

Drew McDonald's dad
Kindergarten class
Mrs. Hanke's room

I have never been a nametag person, and handed it to him as a joke, so we
could be part of the insane over-protective parents (running around snooping
at their childrens classroom looking for faults and safety problems they
must immediately nag the poor teacher about). I have to admit, we were
making fun of these parents until we got there.

But instead, to my surprize, he wore the name tag where everyone could see
it, with PRIDE. He was actually happy to put it on. Not that I expected him
to not be proud, but even I, who is one of the first to brag about my
daughter and promote 'familiness' in our lives, won't wear a nametag if I
can get away with it. and of course if he wears one, i had to wear one too.

I guess after being through four and a half years of daycare parents I felt
like an 'old hat' at this. Daycare parents are the newest parents of all,
and even more overprotective because its their new babies they are leaving
in someones care. They are leaving their children in soemones care not
because they want to, but because they HAVE to. Being forced makes you even
more protective, because you have a million guilty feelings associated with
it. So as a result, you have whole families show up to a toddlers halloween
party when they can barely walk, and arent even aware there is something out
of the ordinary about dressing as a pumpkin for the day.

So when my daughter enters kindergarten, its still a new experience, but I
feel above the parents who have raised their child from home, because in a
way we have already been through this. She is used to being at a 'school'
all day, learning her ABC's and sharing and counting. Where these other
parents are doing their first 'overbearing parent freak out' us daycare
parents are more relaxed about it.

I guess thats why I giggle a bit at Claude, because he still falls into the
new school parent category.

So we were at Parent Teacher night only for the twenty whole minutes. Enough
time for Drew to drag us to her teacher to say hi, ask questions, and show
us around and meet more friends. We watched her run off to her friends
before they dragged their parents off to the teacher themselves. Sort of
like an initiation of the 12 more years to come.

Saturday, September 09, 2006


Originally uploaded by artistrea.

Friday, September 08, 2006


We had a wonderful TWO week vacation to the island.
Its amazing on how much two weeks can do for you.

Drew spent most of it galavanting around with my cousin Caitlin (nine and a
half now) and they were like two peas in a pod. Most of the time they slept
on cots on the balcony under the stars, the weather was so beautiful and
warm, sans mosquitos.

Dad had earlier chopped down his forrest, and ironically the Miller decided
to show up the second day into our trip, so we ended up having ANOTHER
working vacation for a bit. It was three days straight of milling the wood
into boards, and Dad ended up with his own incredible pine and maple lumber
yard. We all survived the noise, and Claude and Dad escaped on a three day
Salmon fishing boat trip, while Mom, Caitlin, Drew and I discovered the
Comox valley. We visited the Comox Fair, the Dinosaur exhibits at the
museum, explored the beaches and I painted eagles on Dads bus.

I finally got out kyaking with a wonderful teacher, Yoland, and again with
Mom later. So peaceful.

As for Drew, her new adult bottom front teeth are growing in well, but I am
a bit worried because they haven't yet knocked out the side teeth, and look
fairly crowded. I can see some more teeth ready to come out soon.

Claude has been finishing up his garage since we returned, its getting its
final white wash coat, and looking like it resembles a garage, not a wooden