You know the saying about lazy days of summer? Clearly that was never my motivation when planning out our summer a few months back. I mean, the kids and I have gone so many places, and done so many things this summer, but we really haven’t had any lazy time. As I was looking at our summer list last night thinking about how I wish I didn’t put the kids in camp for a whole week what a waste! I was trying to mentally schedule our last few weeks of freedom, because really once September hits, it’s apple orchards, and nature walks collecting leaves and pumpkins and baking. The time for sand castles is over, and since both the kids are sob going to be in grade levels this year byebye kindergarten playtime waahhhh! They’ll be a lot more tired out, and there’s going to be…ugh, homework to contend with. So, I’m feeling the need to just chill out for a bit, so I guess that camp won’t be all bad. They’ll be with their friends, and they will still get to do crafts and outings. And, it will give me the opportunity to actually clean the house a little bit. I always give myself a free pass in the summer months when it comes to house cleaning, because I really, really don’t want to spend my summer cleaning toilets. The house is tidy, but clean is a stretch since I’ve only been doing the bare minimum, so yay for toilet bowl cleaner!?
So, I have actually reached the conclusion story about our adventure to Winnipeg because after we visited The Farm, we returned to Winnipeg airport and eventually after many delays flew back to Toronto and our adventure to Winnipeg was over. I have been thinking about what I wanted to say about The Farm and our time there because there was so much I loved but also, as I made mention yesterday, a test for me.
I’m going to start at the beginning, where stories often do, and that is with the journey. I got lost. With no cell data to find me. I was following Tori on some highway that no one else seemed to use, when from the back seat I hear ‘I have to pee, now’ Uh okay, let me just signal to Tori to pull over, huh, it’s not working, she doesn’t see me. ‘Mummy, it’s going to come out’ said with urgency! I’ll just honk my horn. Nope, still doesn’t see me. That’s okay there’s a straight stretch of road, we’ll stop, have a lightning pee except that five year olds are no good at peeing under pressure and then we’ll catch right back up. So I yank the car over, we run out and pee slowly on a now deserted, except for us, highway. Get back in, speed up to 140 to catch up just around the bend, aaaaaaand there’s a turn. Crap, which way should I go.
And that’s how I got lost on a highway in Manitoba.
Eventually, and after I stopped for gas where an intimidating, and very large first nations man filled my gas tank, I happened into a pocket of crappy cellular data and was able to frantically text Tori who was able to find us and hold our hands to The Farm.
Growing up, my best friend had a cow farm, so I knew what to expect. And it was pretty much exactly that, well there were far more mosquitos, but the rest was all par for the course. Cows, barn, people doing work while I played, house, farm tractor type things. It was actually very lovely, and it had a great side yard to set up the slip and slide!
slip sliding on the knees!
The actual slide was a lot shorter than I remember it! I was tempted to try it but since we were flying the next day I didn’t want to get all scraped up. We need to find a longer adult sized slip and slide, then I’ll give that a go.
We also went to a great park along the edge of a lake, whose name i completely forget. The kids really loved this especially after their extended car ride earlier in the day.
Nay pushing Leesie
twirling on the rings
Lookout
Friends: Nay, Noah, Leesie, Cake
Sunset
Cake and Tori
Throwing rocks
Sunset sunlight
rock lover
The next morning, Tori and Jeremy took the kids for a ride on some quad’s, and I followed in the car. We went to an old quarry where the kids could throw more rocks.
Tori and Cake
Rock throwers
Nay found some fossils
th Good friends
After the quad ride, we went back to the house where I collected our suitcases and we set off for the airport to go home to Ontario.
What I haven’t mentioned yet, because I’m really not sure what to say is about our experience at the neighbours of The Farm. This was a place, where, I guess, they wanted to run a petting zoo? I’m not too clear on what their intentions are, but we went there to pet some animals and it didn’t go as planned. The goats were very cute, almost like dogs really. The sheep were elusive, and dirty, as was most of the pen space, dirty and not well maintained. But that’s not what I really want to focus on. The owner of the place offered us some pony rides, Noah went first as he has done it multiple times. He was bucked off, but thankfully aside from a scrape on his forehead, unharmed. The owner blamed the pony’s behaviour on the dog, so she banished the dog, and said it would be fine. I’m getting sick to my stomach just thinking about it, because I really should have known better. I said Cake could try next, and just as she was about to get one leg over the pony (she had her foot on it’s bare back) it bolted. It bolted and knocked Nay over and went overtop of him. As I watched this happen, I remember screaming his name twice, and then as I was rushing over to him, in those seconds, I remember my brain warning me: prepare yourself to see something awful. I first looked for blood, and there was none, so I scooped him up into my arms. Miraculously, there were no serious injuries at all! The pony must have knocked him down into the ditch and gone over top of him. That didn’t stop me from checking him out every hour or so, and sleeping beside him that night checking his breathing every hour or so.
It was a terrifying experience, but it all turned out okay. In fact, Nay is cuddled up next to me at this very moment, chatting away while I type. He was really brave throughout the whole things, he only cried for a few minutes and then I was able to distract him with playing with the dogs. I really should have paid attention to the red flags, and I regret not stopping the pony rides after Noah was bucked. Lesson learned though, and since it all turned out in the end, I’m not going to let that taint what was an amazing experience for the kids and I.
After flying to Toronto, where Shawn was there to meet us. We dragged ourselves to the hotel and passed out for the night. Our flight was super late, so we didn’t get to the hotel until about 1:30 in the morning. The next day, we went to the Ontario Science Centre together and then drove home to Ottawa.
And now we’re home! What an experience, I’m so happy to have a friendship still with Tori and Jeremy, their kids are so wonderful, I wished they lived closer to us.
Sigh.
Have a happy Thursday people.
Hugs,
Jenn