Part I: One Enchanted Evening in Fish Creek Provincial Park

Know those parents who would never let their kids jump into a river fully-clothed?

Apparently I am not one of them.

(See Part IIhere).

Luxury Travel

This is how we ride to church in Canada.

The torrential downpour on the return trip?

Not documented.

Happy 6th Birthday to My LIttle Man!

Dear Bode,

Five years old was YOUR year and you really came into your own. You started half-day kindergarten sweet, thoughtful and a bit shy as your worried you wouldn’t know anybody in your class and emerged nine months later with a posse of besties and half the school at your beck-and-call.

That, my popular little dude, is remarkable.

With kindergarten besties Nicky, Timmy and Curtis

And why shouldn’t everyone like you? You’re kind to everyone, fun, smart and cool. This was confirmed during a recent trip to the Children’s Museum when you and your BFF Sean were playing in the Woodland area and he was wearing a squirrel costume. I tried to lure you into the floppy bunny-eared one but you were too cool to have anything to do with it.

My blackmail days are growing to a sad, sad close.

In terms of activities, you’re great at lot of different things and have been playing on the same soccer team for a few years. You overcame your fears on the skate park and are now launching off the big bumps and are doing the same on the ski slopes. I was so proud when, after just one week, you went from faking a leg injury to being a “Superstar” at Park City Mountain Resort.

Mommy face-planted on that same run as I was trying to photograph you.

 I just asked you what things you like to do and you told me, “I like to play Wii, I like math, I like to color and I love to go on trips.”

Wii
You love your Wii so much you even had a Mario Party for your 6th birthday. You’re limited to playing it a few times a week but so great is your love for the Wii that I’m able to motivate you to do anything for it and you subsequently always have your homework and chores done and a clean room.


Pretty much if anyone asks me why you’re such a great kid and praises my mothering efforts, I’ll give props to Mario & Kirby.

At your 6th birthday party: A Mario Beach Bash!
Crowding around Mario Party
Water balloon bash

Math
 It’s true, you’re a great little mathematician and constantly drill me with numbers. You’re even helping Hadley with her second-grade homework and yep, I still have high hopes for you to do our finances in a few years. In addition to math, you’re a fantastic little reader and were bumped up to attend Mrs. Dorough’s first grade reading class and are already tackling Hadley’s chapter books.

Reading to Fat Kitty. He prefers the Bad Kitty series–his alter-ego

Coloring
OK, I’ll vouch for being good at coloring but drawing? Let’s just say you had top scores in all your subjects on your report cards except for art. Hopefully your artistic sister Hadley can help you out with this one.

Trips


You and Hadley have been traveling since you were in the womb so it’s pretty much in your blood. Some favorite trips you’ve been on this year include Utah to visit family and ski (you loved the mini snowmobiles), Disneyland to check-out the new Cards Land, YMCA of the Rockies, in Estes Park, camping Bear Creek, Colorado Springs (you adored feeding the giraffes at Cheyenne Mountain Zoo) and we’re currently in Canada.

Finding out you were going to Disneyland

When asked where you want to go when you’re 6, you said, “Disney World, Utah, Canada and then Disneyland again. And that’s all.”

You don’t ask for much, do you?

Adventure Boy climbing Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs
Adventure Camp
YMCA of the Rockies Estes Park
Soaked on the Grizzly River Run, Disneyland
Junior Naturalist at Lookout Mountain

Stomp rockets at Chatfield State Park

You are unfailingly responsible and try to set anyone straight who is not following the rules. During our most recent trip to Canada, you stormed into the kitchen, spewing “I AM SO UPSET. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON TO WASH THEIR HANDS?”

Turns out your 4-year-old cousin had left the water running after she she cleaned up. I’m sure she won’t dare do it again after the lecture you gave her.

 Though I’m excited for you to go into first grade, I’m literally mourning the end of an era when you get to spend a good part of your day with me. When asked what I should do when you’re finally in full-day school school next, you advised “Go hiking and biking!”

My mourning period should be over pretty quickly.

You’re a peacemaker, are always mauling us with hugs and kisses and are the big unifier in our family. Sometimes after you say your prayers, you call everyone into your room and shout “Group Hug” as we pile onto each other giggling and laughing. You complete this family in such a wonderful way and we’re so very thankful to have you a part of it.

Happy birthday!

Love,
Mommy

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For a stroll down memory lane, birthday letters 1, 2, 34 and 5.

Denver snow day
Cooking boys
Sledding in Canada
Being brave–broken wrist

Volunteering for the Rotary Club’s Short People at Stampede

On Thursday, I received the following email from my bestie, Stacey:

I am volunteering at a Rotary Club fundraising event for the Stampede tonight.  They are short people.  Would you be interested?

One of my favorite things to do is volunteer at such functions. On my mission in Switzerland, my favorite Christmas ever was serving dinner to the homeless. Last Thanksgiving, my little family served dinner at a homeless shelter. So I was in, hook, line and sinker–especially because I’d never worked with short people before!

It was only after re-reading her email a half-hour later I realized she could have phrased it better by saying, “they need more volunteers” and that we would not, in actuality, be serving short people.

In her defense when I teased her about it? “Give me some credit. I know they’re called ‘little people.'”

We’re both naturally blonde.

The Oxford Stomp is a long-standing tradition in Calgary’s Corporate Community. The private charity event includes the Rotary’s famous beef-on-a-bun dinner and performances each night by three international recording artists.

“International” meaning American. Goo Goo Dolls performed the night we were there.

When Stacey and I arrived, we grabbed some grub (the smoked beef was amazing) and checked in at Station 6.

Seven volunteers lined the table and we were each given an assignment. I served coleslaw and Stacey slopped the beans. Then the stampede of hungry cowboys began.

Now I know where they got the name for it.

We had a blast. Thousands of people were at the shindig and several people commented that Station 6 was not only the fastest line but the most fun and loudest.

What is most shocking of all: I wasn’t even the loudest in the group and “fork-man” James (who distributed the forks) was the rowdiest of us all.

Nice to know I’ve met my match.

The event was held at historic Fort Calgary where, in the fall of 1875, the North West Mounted Police built a small wooden fort at the confluence of the Bow and Elbow Rivers. They laid the foundation for the city that became Calgary and we got to witness a cool piece of history: a military chopper took off from the grounds carrying the American flag to the Calgary Stampede grandstand show.

Not-so historic: when the helicopter took off, this happened to ma hair.

Welcome to Jamie’s world every morning.

Stacey and I hung around talking late into the evening and as we were walking back to our car, the street-side revelries were well underway. Translation: hundreds of drunk cowfolk.

Buses were transporting people to the after-Stampede parties and a few drunk cowboys offered to escort us.  When we politely declined, one of them staggered over to a community garden and picked us a bouquet of flowers, which he quickly trashed when he realized they were plastic.

It would have been a flattering moment if 1) the flowers were real. 2)  he hadn’t attempted to steal them. 3) He wasn’t fall-down drunk and 4) I wasn’t married.

But still, the Oxford Stomp sure delivered a hootin’ hollarin’ good time.

Short people and all.

Yahoooooo: Why the Calgary Stampede is the Great Outdoor Show On Earth

I’ve been to a lot of cool festivals and celebrations all around the world but nothing even comes close to what happens during the Calgary Stampede, “The Greatest Outdoor Show on Earth.” For 10 days, the city pretty much shuts down to party, cowboy-style. Everything from free pancake breakfasts to hoe-downs to soirees to playing on the Stampede grounds.

People stagger into work late (if at all). Wanna take a 3-hour lunch? No problem. It’s Stampede week. Calgary turns into Jamaica and it’s “No problem, mon.”

And if you don’t own cowboy boots or a hat? ForgetAboutIt.

Which means since I don’t own either, I’m a reject in my own hometown.

This year was Stampede’s 100th anniversary so instead of just a nightly fireworks show above the fairgrounds, five international-scale firework displays occurred at the same time around the city, making it the largest and most sophisticated firework event ever produced in Canada.

We didn’t make it out to see them. In our defense, it doesn’t get dark until after 11 p.m. in the summer.

And yes, I am lame.

But we did make it to the Stampede grounds with Jamie this year. We have yet to buy tickets to the world-class rodeo (Chuckwagon races being the favorite) but the midway is always a great time. Prior to setting out, I posted this Facebook update:

YAHOO! Hitting up the Calgary Stampede today and, of course, Heart Attack Alley. What would you choose out of these gems? Bacon sundae funnel cakes, deep-fried Kool-Aid, Wagon Wheel or pickle chips. Then there is the 1,550-calorie doughnut cheeseburger with bacon, the macaroni and cheese pizza, deep-fried Coke, deep-fried Pop-tarts and a pulled pork parfait featuring mashed potatoes, gravy and pork presented to resemble an ice cream dessert. Salad, anyone? 🙂

Turns out we never made it to heart attack alley (the reason we’re still alive today) but we still had a swell time on all the rides.

They’re smiling only because they found joy in giving the gift of whiplash

Only problem is it was sweltering. Remember how I came to Canada to escape the heat? The first few days of our visit, it followed us here. As we were standing in line at Niagara Falls (the log ride) counting down the moments until we’d get splashed, I looked around and everyone in line was panting or making makeshift fans out of anything they could find.

I pointed it out to Jamie and proclaimed, “THESE ARE MY PEOPLE!”

Finally, someone who could relate to my heat-induced coma this summer.

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If you Google “Calgary Stampede Pancake Breakfast” a medley of websites and apps appear to help you navigate the onslaught of free pancakes breakfasts that occur daily during the 10-day celebration. Yep, that’s right: All. FREE.

The pancake breakfasts are put on with varying degrees of fanfare so we used FlapJackFinder.com to track down a fete where the Caravan Committee would be hosting, which is the biggest and baddest celebration of them all. We found them at our local mall–Southcentre–and had a blast listening to the live band and (of course) gorging on our breakfast of pancakes, real strawberry topping, sausage and cookie.

Bode with my niece’s darlings Arianna & Naomi
Nieces Emily & Ashton, Jamie, Hadley, Naomi, parents, Bode & Arianna
Balloon animals
Pony rides & a petting zoo

You will note that all the poor animals were crowded to the shade in the corner to escape the heat.

Even our animals are smart in the Great, White North.

How Jamie was on a roll (and in the doghouse)

When you’re in the car driving for 20 hours, you tend to get a bit punchy and everything becomes hilarious.

As we waited at the U.S.-Canadian border, I mindlessly challenged Jamie to a thumb war and he beat me.

“In my neck of the woods,” he announced, “We call these the ‘BORDER WARS.'”

The kids then started chanting “U.S.A, U.S.A.”

Watching the Olympics could get ugly next week.

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I’m terrible with a map and have zero sense of direction. That said, I did rather well with the GPS on my phone during this trip and started boasting about it to Jamie.

“Maybe I’m not so bad with directions. I think I can do the ‘Amazing Race’ after all.”

“Amber, if you were to do the ‘Amazing Race,’ they’d have to rename the show ‘LOST.'”

Wyoming or Bust–Or Rather, Busted in Wyoming

The kids and I are currently holed up in my childhood home in Calgary. Jamie joined us for a few days but has since flown home, leaving us with a stretch of languid summer fun. This morning, Hadley asked me, “What day is it, Mommy?”

That is my definition of a great summer.

Of course, we still have a two-day drive back to Denver in our future and the trek to Calgary was memorable to say the least. A couple of hours into our drive, Jamie started slowing down and pulled off to the side of the road.

“What are you doing?” I queried. Not long ago, he was freaking out because we had to pull off so Hadley could fully shut her door.

And then I turned around to see a nice highway patrolman. He issued us a $170 ticket and a warning for our obstructed license plate from our bikes on the back of the car. HELLO, if that is against the law then half of Coloradoans are breaking it.

We got back on the road and not even 30 minutes later he started slowing down again. “What are you doing?!” I started to say and then I saw it: another cop.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Yep, another ticket but for only $100 this time. In his defense, our cruise control is busted and we were in armpit of Wyoming with ugly, sagebrush hills so it was so easy to speed. There are no tourism dollars to be made so why not nab motorists for going 7 miles over the speed limit?

Quite coincidentally, this was near the stretch in The Cowboy State where I thought we were going to die last Christmas.

It would appear we have an all-hate and no-love relationship with Wyoming.

Mostly just hate.

The Fabric World’s Seedy Underbelly

Today is my mom’s birthday so I thought it appropriate to dedicate this post unto her.

On Wednesday, May 30 I posted the following status update on Facebook:

“My mother is happiest when she is crafting or shopping. I suspect I’m adopted.”

To which my brother Jade commented, “I still hate shopping. She did permanent damage to me.”

Though I make a bi-annual pilgrimage into Hobby Lobby, most of the damage of my mother’s marathon shopping trips was done in fabric stores. To this day, I catch one whiff of fabric and a flood of childhood fabric-store trauma washes over me.

And no, I’m not being melodramatic.

As a part of Hadley’s bedroom makeover, I was forced to face my fabric-store angst by going to JoAnn’s with Hadley and my mother-in-law, Linda. As I staggered around (careful not to inhale), I looked and Hadley was GONE.

I started to freak out. This was her first time in a fabric store–had she been devoured by the seedy underbelly of the textile world?

And then I found Hadley in her element.

Some say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

I say it skipped a generation.

How a Canuck sabotages 4th of July

After a full 4th of July with a pancake breakfast, biking, seeing Brave and heading down to the fireworks-less festival, we ended our day by going to our friends’ soiree.

 I had a limited amount of time to pull together a dessert so I hastily made our new favorite: this white Texas sheet cake (oh my!)  The problem was it wasn’t very patriotic so I figured I’d dye it blue, spread white frosting and then top it off with a strawberry. Perfect color scheme, non?

Well, remember how I said I was in a hurry? I quickly mixed the cake batter, put in a couple of drops of blue dye, blended and baked it. It wasn’t until I was cleaning out the bowl a few minutes later that I scrutinized the batter for the first time.

It had started out yellow and then I added blue. But in my haste, I didn’t add enough blue dye. Let’s take a moment to reflect upon the lessons learned from preschool:

Blue +yellow=GREEN.

Yep, that’s right. My patriotic cake was better equipped for St. Patty’s Day. I started to spread white frosting and top it off with strawberries but I stopped myself.

Green + white + red = Christmas.

So, there you have it, folks. This Canuck’s Independence Day offering was a veritable dose of Christmas in July.

Too bad we didn’t have the snow to go with it.

4th of July’s Hole of Death

We didn’t have high hopes for Independence Day this year. Due to the wildfires, most of Colorado is under a fire ban so there were no fireworks. The problem is, they’re shot right above our house and we shut down our street and have a neighborhood party.

4th of July 2012: Nada.

Though I completely understand the fire ban, what sucked about the situation is we had planned our trip to Canada so we would specifically be here for our 4th of July party, only to have the whole thing be a bust.

So, we made the best of it and you know what? We still had the best time. Every year, we attend our church’s pancake breakfast and patriotic service but this time, we added a new tradition: biking.

With full bellies, we headed across the street to the new skate park.

We didn’t last long there. Something about obstacles being two-stories high.

And so we hit Ralston Creek Trail, one of my favorite areas. We wove around the bike path,

Rode singletrack across meadows.

We hit Ralston Creek for a much-needed cooldown.

And we introduced the kids to a cossetted dirt park hidden in the trees.  Jamie challenged Bode on the series of dirt paths, jumps and obstacles. This was his first time off a paved skate park and he was extremely cautious. Turns out, it was for good reason.

In Jamie’s defense, he warned him about The Hole of Death.
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I stopped recording just before it got ugly. If he’d known how to swear, he probably would have.

Stay tuned tomorrow for my own dose of 4th of July ugliness.