Let's see if this works. We've just posted a couple of movies of Michaela. We not 100% sure whether she's expressing herself or simply being morbid...
Enjoy!
Follow our little munchkins as they play and grow and pose for cute pictures.
This is Roebee the Toucan. He’s a permanent resident at our local pet store. He’s the first animal you see when you walk in the doors. Now, we go to visit the pet store almost every week. It’s like going to the zoo, and every single time we go, there is a repeat of this exact conversation:



On Thursday we went out to dinner to celebrate our Ninth Wedding anniversary. Jonathan's mother, Marthe, his Uncle John and Aunt Shelley and our cousin Sara came along as well as Auntie Donna, Uncle Rick and Suzanne and Lucas. I only met John and Shelley back in February because they only just moved here from B.C. And it was our first time meeting our cousin Sara. The Neufeld, Lajoie, Vanns and Santos hit it off splendidly. We all had a fabulous time.
Getting Michaela out of the Insectarium was much more challenging than getting her in. Below, please find a transcript of our conversations towards the end of our time there.

On the Saturday we took Michaela to the local store where they were having a fun day with inflatable playthings, balloons and free pony rides. It was great. Michaela got to ride on her very first pony, she loved it and wasn't even a little scared. We were so proud of her.
There was also a mascot. For some reason, Michaela loves mascots. As soon as she saw him she squeeled with delight and ran to him for a hug. It was really cute.
And here's the family, sans Cara of course who, as usual, was behind the camera. It's funny, I, Cara, used to take all the pictures because if I didn't, no pictures would get taken. Now I take the pictures because if I let Jon have the camera, he'll take 100 pictures of Michaela in the course of a few minutes. It's cute really. I'm a firm believer in taking no more then 80 pictures a day....tops!
My parents came for a short visit last weekend. Because they were getting so restless we decided to take "the boys" to the park. They had a lot of fun, and cried when it was time to go home. Michaela took this picture...
Actually, I recently bottled some beer to enjoy over the course of the summer. This time I went with an Irish Stout. I made some last year (Canadian Lager) and it didn't turn out too badly. Even some of the other people who tried it, liked it.
Of course, brewing alcohol is somewhat of a family affair. While Cara disinfected the bottles, Michaela would dry them and line them up to be filled. Thanks to their help, we have 23 litres of beer (at a cost of 20$ CAN, taxes included).

Note: The downside, it's a lot of work and it takes quite a while to do. I had to miss an A.A. meeting just to bottle everything.
Update: Rick (Vann) and I tried the beer and we were really happy with it.

This first picture is of the larger of the two gerbils, Pepper. She's more shy and skittish than her sister. Hopefully with patience and training, she will grow to enjoy playing with us outside of the cage.
This little sweetie is Poppy. You can tell her apart from her sister because she has little white patches on her paws, which make her look like she's wearing gloves. Poppy is small, but spunky and adventurous. She's not fully trained, but loves to come and eat sunflower seeds out of my hand.
Well, that's that. Thank you to everyone who helped us with names. I loved all your suggestions.




Anyway, concerning the post, Cara bought Michaela a "revolving plug in fish light thingy" which Michaela appropriately calls the "fish movie". She's enthralled. She likes to point to individual fish and call out a combination of the following:
"Oh, it's Nemo!!!"
"He's swimming just like Michaela."
"There's an angry fish!"
"Uh oh. He wants to bite me."
"There's Nemo's daddy!"
P.S. She's pictured here wearing her princess costume. We're trying to get a picture of her curtsy-ing. With any luck, it will be up shortly.


Michaela has this delightfully annoying ability of turning a 5 minute walk home from the bus stop, into a 30 minute stroll, in which she picks and blows every dandelion, finds every single bug, examines every ant hill, picks up every stick, and yet somehow can't seem to notice any one of the many piles of dog poo before stepping in them. Thankfully, that is the ONLY thing I am looking for, so I've gotten pretty good at warning her in time! Michaela has redefined the term "doddling". Ah, but I love to see her enjoying nature, and the wonders that it holds.