My life hasn't been uneventful even though my mom has not helped me with blogging for quite some time. In early December of last year, our family (with the exception of Grandma) went to Disneyland. I still remember the teacup ride and it remains to be my most favorite ride.
Emily, Peter and Adelaide are currently in Australia. They have been gone for over a month now and will be home in a few days. After this trip, there will likely be no more extended trips for our family this year because our new house is finally under construction. It is important for mom, Emily and Peter to be around to monitor and to make decisions from time to time.
Since I won't be going away on vacation this summer, my mom decides to take me on a couple of short trips so that I can get away and have some one-on-one time with her. She took me to a camp over this weekend. She plans to take me to Calgary at the end of June.
I had a great time at the camp. My mom allowed me to make decisions on what I want to do and where I want to go. She would like me to be more physically active, but that was not my choice. My preferred activity was to go to the cafeteria and watch the fans. I spent several hours each day doing just that. My mom wished she had brought a book with her.
Another activity I was willing to participate in was the carriage ride. I rode on the carriage a few times to tour the different areas of the camp. I must say, it sure beat visiting all those places by foot. My mom did manage to talk me into walking a little bit and took me to the petting zoo. I, of course, refused to get near it. I asked for the camera by saying, "cheese". With the camera as the bait, my mom got me closer to the fence. She showed me the bunnies and I fell in love with them. I got brave enough to walk close to the cage. I pointed to a bunny and said, "bunny". That was my way to get my mom to pick up a bunny for me to see. My mom picked up one after another multiple times to keep me interested. I eventually became comfortable enough to stand right next to it, but I couldn't bring myself to touch it yet.
There was a band and they played loud music. I loved it. On the first evening, I sat through the talk and got a few compliments. The second evening, I walked out of the room whenever the pastor spoke. I returned when I heard music. I was in and out of the room for the rest of the evening. After my mom tucked me in bed and turned off the lights, I giggled and laughed out loud. I repeatedly verbalized "fan" and "music". Both mornings, I woke up at 5 am. and I was ready to leave the room immediately to head out to the cafeteria. This morning, my mom used a variety of tactics to keep me in the room. My perseverance won out and we arrived at the cafeteria at 7 am. We sat there till breakfast was served at 9 am.
