My mommy and daddy took me away on vacation. We ended up in Algonquin Park at my grandma's cottage. I had a very good time. A few adventures I thought I would tell about include seeing a moose (that's right up there with getting my first tooth, taking my first step and getting my first haircut), helping my daddy with a project fixing the front door (actually, he says I helped him, but I think I did most of the work and he helped me just a little...but I don't want to bruise his ego), and going hiking and swimming and canoeing.
So, about this moose I mentioned before. It was the middle of the night. I am not known for sleeping very well anyway, so something was bound to wake me up and cause an uproar, so why not a moose instead of me just wanting to play or something, right? Well, it's about 2 a.m. and the dogs startle me and my parents awake. First thing I thought was maybe it was a bad guy coming to steal my fruit puffs or my really cute sandals, and I just cried and cried at the thought. My heroic daddy jumped out of bed and ran to see what was going on. When he yelled "moose!" I thought "what a relief. I don't know what a moose is, but at least he didn't mention my sandals or my fruit puffs. So, mommy jumps out of bed with me and we run out to see what is going on. Turns out all this cute animal wanted was to go for a dip in front of the cottage, so we watched it swim for a bit and then went back to bed. I was so thankful that it was nighttime, as my hair looked messy and I wasn't even in my cute jammies, and if it had been daytime, I am sure that my always-has-to-take-pictures mother would've taken some if it wasn't so darned dark out.
So, we got that adventure out of our way and moved right in to the fixing the door adventure. My dad has this habit (I promise I have been around long enough to pick up on his habits) of starting projects and finishing them about 95% of the way and then stopping. So, of course I rolled my eyes when I heard his plans. He lived up to mine and mommies expectations. He did a wonderful job, it looks pretty good, but he did leave it looking like he'd been the one doing it!
Ah, I forgot to mention in my introductory paragraph that I got sick on our vacation. So, I will tell you about that now. I got what mom and dad called giardia. More fondly known as beaver fever. Must've been too much lake water I was drinking when we went swimming. I got a fever, 102.7 to be exact and I ended up with diarrhea for a day. Yuck. What's worse than hovering over a toilet for 24 hours? Having diarrhea and having to convince my mom and dad the diapers were stinky enough to change immediately. It was my first time being sick and I could tell my mom and dad were nervous and wanting me to be better quick. I just slept lots and was better the next day.
Okay, on to the hiking, swimming, and canoeing. I realize from how my mom and dad are that they love this outdoors stuff. I love it too. The fresh air, the breeze, the warm (ish) lake water. Wonderful. I am not a big fan of being in a canoe though. Just not for me right now. I prefer to pace back and forth and cry over sitting quitely and enjoying watching the loons play and call to each other. Swimming is fun for me, but I hate when my mom swims. She would go for these long swims across the lake and my dad would paddle next to her with me in the canoe. Why should I let my mom think she can do something like that without me? So, I cry while she is swimming just so she wouldn't get comfortable thinking she could do things like that all the time in peace. Hiking is really fun. I get to ride in the backpack carrier and yell at the dogs while they run ahead. Good times.
Well, there were lots and lots of other things that we all did together and I had tons of fun. I can't wait to go back next year as long as mommy doesn't decide to swim, beaver fever stays away and the moose doesn't steal my fruit puffs.