Fall Family Fun part three: Saunders Farm

Today’s post is the third in a series of suggestions for fall family fun in and around Ottawa. On Thanksgiving Monday, friends of ours who also have three boys invited us out to join them at Saunders Farm in Munster, about 20 minutes west of Barrhaven. I’d never been, and had been waffling between bringing the boys to Parc Oméga or Saunder’s Farm. I knew both were pricey and the opportunity to go to Parc Oméga presented itself first, but in the end we decided to splurge on both in this, the year of no daycare fees.

How have we gone so long without visiting this gem? It was so worth the price of admission, which ran us $60 for a family of four, plus one free baby. We chose the daytime Halloween adventure, but apparently they spook it up quite a bit at night. We bypassed the Barn of Terror (recommended for 10 years and older) but the boys loved the Discovery Barn, the Barnyard Treehouse — Tristan wants nothing more in life than a treehouse right now — and the other play structures including a huge pirate ship.

Saunder's Farm mosaic, October 2008

By the time our friends led us to queue up for the Harvest Hayride, Lucas had fallen asleep in the backpack carrier. I should have clued in that it wasn’t a regular old hayride through the forest by the kids who’d been on it in previous years, some of whom buried their heads in their mother’s lap for the whole thing. Apparently it’s nowhere near as spooky as the night-time haunted hayride, but it was plenty spooky for my boys! (Even poor Lucas was scared awake by one of the sound effects.) The look of concern-bordering-on-fear on their faces in the centre picture above is genuine!

After lunch (Plan B diet? What plan B diet? Pass the fries!) we tackled a few of the dozen or so mazes. Some are labyrinths – no wrong turns or dead ends, just a continuous path – and some are mazes. The boys LOVED them! They chose to keep running the mazes rather than enjoy the Star Wars-based live show going on that afternoon. Next time I need a way to run them ragged for an afternoon, I know where to take them.

There was a letter to the editor in the paper this weekend complaining about the price of Saunders Farm, but I’d happily pay $60 — more or less what we’d pay for a movie and snacks — for a day out in the fresh air. The kids had a great time and the weather was perfect. This is a wonderful new addition to my collection of Ottawa’s hidden treasures!

(The full set of Autumn Family Fun photos is on Flickr, if you’d like to see more.)

Fall Family Fun Part 2: Hog’s Back Falls

I’ve posted several times before about Hog’s Back Falls, truly one of Ottawa’s hidden treasures. It’s one of my very favourite places in the city, especially in the fall. The paths are broad and easily accessible by stroller, but there are paths and steps to be scaled and stone walls to scamper across: plenty of adventure for a six-year-old who fancies himself “Tristiana Jones”.

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This year, the boys were finally old enough to enjoy feeding the chickadees and nuthatches without being frightened by the light pickyness of their claws.

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We brought peanuts to feed the chipmunks but we didn’t see a single one, and the red and black squirrels were too shy to take the peanuts from our fingers. They didn’t go to waste, though!

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Beloved assures me he wasn’t thinking of tossing the baby into the falls, despite the look on his face!

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I’ve been reading a little bit of the history of Hog’s Back. Most of us know that they mark the spot where the Rideau River diverges from the Rideau Canal. But did you know that rather than the 41 foot drop that exists today, in the time before the Canal they were simply rapids that were navigable by canoe? Also, the dam that was built to divert water from the Rideau River to the Canal at Hog’s Back actually collapsed twice during construction. You can read more about the history of Hog’s Back on the Rideau Canal World Heritage site. Or, you can just go for a lovely amble and enjoy the smell of the leaves, the dappled sunshine and the sound of water splashing over rock. Does it get any better?

Nothing beats waking up from an election to National Grouch Day

Thank goodness for my “one year ago today I blogged about” widget, or I’d’ve missed National Grouch Day entirely. Could there be any better irony, waking up the morning after all this election nonsense to National Grouch Day?

Let’s celebrate like we did last year. Bitch and moan away, bloggy peeps. What’s pissing you off today?

Fall Family Fun Part 1: Parc Omega

It’s been a beautiful autumn so far, and we’ve been out and about enjoying it. If you’re looking to get out and admire the fall colours, this trio of posts might give you some ideas for family outings both expensive (but worth it!) and free, all part of my ongoing exploration of Ottawa’s Hidden Treasures.

The first weekend in October, we piled into the van with Granny and headed northeast into Quebec for a visit to Parc Omega. I’d been hearing about it for years and had been meaning to check it out. We figured a crisp fall day with the leaves turning scarlet and gold would make for a lovely drive. It was lovely, but rather long – by the time we picked up Granny and cut across the city, it took us the best part of two hours to get there.

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Parc Omega is a kind of African Lion Safari with native Canadian animals like wapiti and wolves and bears instead of lions and baboons. It’s the same concept, though. You drive a 10 km loop through gorgeous forests and plains amidst the (mostly) free-roaming animals. Instead of baboons crawling on your car, you can feed carrots (and, in our case, soda crackers) to these friendly girls. I think they’re wapiti. Or maybe red deer.

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At the furthest point on the trail, you can hop out of your car for a stretch and a wander along some easy hiking trails. We didn’t go far, but we did make it up to this lovely gazebo overlooking a little meadow full of white-tailed deer.

My peeps

And then we stopped to see if deer like soda crackers, too. (They do, but they’re less fond of noisy little boys full-to-bursting with kinetic energy after nearly three hours in the car.)

White-tailed deer

The day was getting late and the sun low in the sky as we made our way through the second half of the park when we heard an alarming cry that sounded for all the world to me like the angry Tusken Raider brandishing his staff over Luke Skywalker. Turns out fall is rutting season, and this guy was on the prowl for a Saturday night date. We named him Ralph and had a lot of fun at his amorous expense. (If you have particularly observant kids and don’t want to answer a lot of “birds and bees” type questions, you might want to avoid the park around rutting season. But nothing says ‘Canadian adventure’ quite like watching frisky wapiti on the make!)

Wapiti, I think

We had to peer patiently into the forest to catch a glimpse of these lazy arctic wolves snoozing in the late-afternoon sun.

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But there was no mistaking the plethora of big black bears hanging around, including this guy who looked for all the world like he was waiting for the shift change so some other bear might take a turn posing for the tourists.

Big ol' black bear

We also spied coyotes, more wolves, bison, wild boars, ibexes, a handful of birds we couldn’t identify and about a million chipmunks… a pretty cool cross-section of animals. In all, we spent about six hours in the car that day, enough to drive out to my brother’s place west of Toronto, but all three boys were surprisingly patient and well-behaved. To make the drive home a little more interesting, we took the ferry back across to Cumberland, adding another $8 to an already rather expensive outing, but the boys were tickled by the ferry ride.

In all, we spent $75 on admissions for three adults and two kids (Lucas was free) plus a quarter-tank of gas. An expensive day out, but worth doing once a year or so. Next time, we’ll leave much earlier in the day to give us a little bit more wander time to explore the park!

Coming up next: my favourite wander, much closer to home and free!

Plan B update: 8 weeks in

I’m still plodding along on my Plan B diet lifestyle makeover, and I’m still doing well. The first month was great. The results (losing around 2 lbs a week) were rather intoxicating, and it was easy to more or less stay on plan. I hit a bit of a slump a couple of weeks ago, and found I was having a lot of cravings, mostly for chips and cookies. My exercise dropped down to once or twice a week, and I was just feeling blah about the whole thing. I either plateaued or was up a bit, depending on the scale, but I managed to stay more or less on track. (I actually thought it might have been a little PMS, but there’s still no sign of the return of that particular nuisance. Thank goodness!)

This past weekend was my first real off-the-wagon splurge. I had pumpkin pie on Saturday, about two dinners worth of turkey and stuffing on Sunday, and then totally blew it with a pogo and fries for lunch on the run yesterday. Yanno what? I don’t really feel bad about it. Heck, ya gotta live. Well, I don’t feel bad about it emotionally. But when you go for eight weeks eating mostly whole, fresh foods and then you eat a pogo and half-serving of (really, really delicious and so worth it) french fries soaked in ketchup and malt vinegar, your stomach is so. not. impressed. Lesson learned: indulgences not only bad for scale, but bad for tummy, too. Funny how quickly your body adapts; that kind of thing would have never upset my stomach just a couple of months ago.

Back in the middle of August I went to see my GP for a handful of small concerns, including extraordinary tiredness and frustration with my inability to lose weight despite exercising three to four times a week. Coupled with my problems in producing quality milk for Lucas, I really thought I had a thyroid problem. My GP was away for the month of September, and so we set a date of early October for her to discuss the results of my blood work. It just so happened that I went to see Dr Bishop for the first time that same week, and started on the whole Plan B thing.

When I went to see her last week, I realized another huge benefit of Plan B: my energy level is back up to normal, if not better. I don’t feel that draggy, lazy, can barely be bothered to do anything feeling that I felt most of the spring and summer. My blood work came back normal for thyroid and blood sugar, but low on iron stores, so I’ll have to remember to keep taking my post-natal vitamins. But it’s good to see everything else in balance. And my GP is very happy with the weight loss.

As of Saturday morning, I’m down almost 14 pounds overall. Yay me! (I might be up one or two after this weekend, but I’m confident I can shave them off again.) I can really see a difference now, and I can feel the difference in how my clothes fit. It’s been great reclaiming clothes from my closet that I haven’t seen for a year and a half!

I still want to talk about the Plan B eating and the links with Michael Pollan’s In Defense of Food, but I have to clean up the breakfast dishes before Lucas wakes up! Any tips for encouraging baby to turn four or five 30-minute naps a day into one honkin’ big three hour nap?

My happy place

I’m old enough and wise enough now to know that life comes in cycles, some good and some not quite so good. I’m also wise enough to recognize that when it’s good, it’s a blessing worth acknowledging.

It’s such a simple thing, and such an amazing blessing, to be truly happy. I don’t know how I managed to luck into the three best kids on the planet, but I did. I love them so much that I can’t even grasp the limits of my own capacity for love. When I think about how much I love them, it’s like trying to comprehend the idea of an infinite universe; the more I try to understand it, the more the concept slips away from me, leaving me feeling wobbly in the wake of a kind of love-induced vertigo.

No, I haven’t been into the turkey wine. I just feel the need to be grateful, to be publicly thankful, for the ways in which my life is blessed. My mind keeps wandering back to the subject in idle moments lately, how truly wonderful it is to be me in this time and place. Everything I ever wanted out of life, I have right at this moment. Smart, funny, sweet children; a kind and loving and infinitely indulgent husband; a safe home; a good job; friends and family who truly love me. I’m even grateful for this silly little blog that fulfills my creative impulses and strokes my ego.

I’ve been trying to write a gratitude post for days, and this is the least soppy and sappy of the lot. YOU should be grateful I don’t subject you to the other drafts! And I know it’s a strange time to be feeling so beatifically grateful, with the uncertainty of elections and world finance and so much else up in the air. Like the farmers, though, I’m willing to make hay whenever the sun shines.

Yesterday we had Thanksgiving dinner with my folks. We’re not religious people, and I can’t remember the last time we actually spoke out loud to praise our blessings before Thanksgiving dinner. Yesterday, though, both my dad and Tristan independently suggested we take a moment to enunciate the things for which we are grateful, and so we did.

See, more stuff to be thankful about: we’ve managed to raise kids who understand the value of gratitude. Who knew happiness could be a self-feeding cycle, too?

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you, friends celebrating today or later. Wishing you peace, contentment, happiness and gratitude.

Strollers on buses – my letter to the editor

Every couple of years, I get my knickers in enough of a twist to fire off a letter to the editor of our local paper. I’ve got a pretty good record of getting them published. I’ve got another one published this morning.

The back story has to do with a mother of a two-year old and a baby who was trying on the weekend to get onto an OCTranspo (city) bus at a stop with another mom pushing a stroller also waiting. The driver got into a spat and ended up denying access to the two moms and strollers. Except, the two-year old daughter of one of the mothers had already boarded the bus. He drove a short distance away, and then stopped when the other passengers either (a) screamed in horror or (b) informed him that the two-year old was on the bus, depending on whose version of the story you believe.

Regardless, the ensuing shitstorm has been all over the media, and has brought the anti-stroller lobby out of the woodwork. It was to these kind souls, who think that mothers with strollers have no place on public transit, that my letter was addressed.

Stay off buses?
The Ottawa Citizen
Published: Thursday, October 09, 2008

Re: Strollers are headache for drivers, passengers, Oct. 8.

I read with interest Doloros Swallow’s letter and union leader André Cornellier’s comments in Kelly Egan’s column (“Try sitting in the bus driver’s seat”) about strollers on OC Transpo buses.

As a mother of three boys under seven and a regular user of OC Transpo, I’d like to ask these people: what else should mothers of babies do? Do you recommend they leave the strollers at home and carry their babies and toddlers everywhere? That’s not so easy with a 30-pound napping toddler.

Perhaps they should stay off the buses altogether? Isn’t one of the main tenets of public transportation supposed to be that it should be accessible to those who don’t have other means of transportation?

You might argue that there are smaller strollers available on the market. Even if you overlook the fact that umbrella-type folding strollers are not appropriate for very young babies, you should try pushing one through even the thinnest sheen of slush on Ottawa’s winter sidewalks, let alone in more than a couple of centimetres of fresh snow. I’m lucky enough to be able to afford more than one stroller — one for foul weather and one for small spaces. Many other parents are not so fortunate.

Yes, it’s difficult to manoeuvre around one or more strollers at the front of an OC Transpo bus. Yes, mothers (and other caregivers) should do what they can to take up as small a space as possible.

But I think we all have enough things to worry about right now without castigating people who are simply trying to do the very same thing you are — to get from one place to another with as little hassle and inconvenience as possible.

© The Ottawa Citizen 2008

Ha, now that I think about it, my last published letter to the editor was about public transit as well!

Ottawa Moms: Join the Breastfeeding Challenge!

Did you know that in 2005, the National Capital Region came in first out of 234 participating locations in the breastfeeding challenge, with the largest number of participating mommies? Join us to beat the record in 2008! Moms will be lactating large at the St Laurent Shopping Centre, CHEO, the Monfort and both campuses of the Ottawa Hospital!

I’ll be there, delightedly so. When Lucas and I ran into serious trouble with breastfeeding back in February and March, I desperately wanted to be able to make it to the six-month mark with him before my milk gave way completely. Despite adding two bottles of formula per day to his diet and his newfound love of solid foods, we’re still going strong today on his eight month birthday! Yay us!! I still nurse him first thing in the morning, midafternoon and just before he goes to sleep, and to be honest, it’s going better than ever. Here’s hoping we make it to his first birthday and beyond.

And can I take just one second to say how proud I am to live in a city that officially endorses an event like this? Yay, Ottawa! Moms, babies and boobies unite this Saturday, October 11. I’ll be at the St Laurent location, if all goes according to plan. Hope to see you there!

Edited to add:
Doh!! Saturday = skating lessons. Rats!! I’ll be there in spirit, anyway.

(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday: First skating lessons

They’re Canadian; of course I had to sign the boys up for skating lessons!

They’d never been on skates before. The morning started out with a lot of this:

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After a while of crawling around on the ice, Tristan had progressed to this:

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I honestly never expected him to get to this during his very first lesson:

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But, most of the time was spent more like this:

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Simon was content to stay more or less like this:

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Guess which one said he wants to sign up for hockey lessons next year, and which one said he thinks he’ll stick with swimming?

Ten-pages-in book review: In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve written a 10-pages-in book review. This is largely because I am in the year of the series, working my way through all seven Harry Potter books, the His Dark Materials trilogy, Stephen King’s Dark Tower books, and I’m currently in the middle of re-reading one of my all-time favourite series, Douglas Adams’s Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (a trilogy in five parts)(snicker). But this isn’t about those books.

The book I’m reading right now is Michael Pollan’s In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto. I’d seen it mentioned here and there, and it was on the library’s express read shelf. In a fit of optimism (I read quickly, but never seem to have the time to get around to reading lately, and the books are due in seven days) I picked it up. I am so glad I did.

I don’t know if this book would have resonated so deeply with me if I weren’t already in the midst of my own dietary recalibration exercise, but the timing couldn’t have been better. Pollan’s book is an examination of how we in Western society have reduced food to nothing more than nutrients, and asks why in a society completely obsessed with ‘healthy’ eating we are more overweight and more sick than ever before. It’s fascinating reading: part history lesson, part self-help, part diatribe. Even with the library-imposed deadline, I couldn’t put it down.

Why does Pollan think food needs to be defended? He observes that over the last generation or so, we have slowly replaced our intake of actual food with highly processed foodlike substances. He says that in reducing food to its nutritional components (not only macronutrients like proteins, carbohydrates and fats, but micronutrients like omega-3 and vitamins) and reducing the purpose of eating to bodily health, we actually do ourselves considerable harm.

In Defense of Food is broken into three parts. The first is a historical examination of how we came to be in this “age of nutritionism”, as Pollan calls it, and how “fake foods” became so ubiquitous. We in Western culture are so obsessed with the nutritional value of food that we have elevated it to an ideology requiring an “-ism”. Pollan blames the unholy trinity of the food industry, nutrition science and journalism our current mentality, and for propagating misleading and even dangerous dietary recommendations: “[M]ost of the nutritional advice we’ve received over the last half-century … has actually made us less healthy and considerably fatter.” Not to mention, he observes, ruining countless numbers of meals.

Pollan illustrates this in the example of margarine, “the first important synthetic food to slip into our diet.” He notes that margarine was created in the nineteenth century as a cheap substitute for butter, but became the poster child for the anti-saturated-fat movement that began in the 1950s at the advent of nutritionalism. This (albeit lengthy) paragraph illustrates not only Pollan’s point but his rather entertaining style as well:

[M]anufacturers quickly figured out that their product, with some tinkering, could be marketed as better – smarter! – than butter: butter with the bad nutrients removed (cholesterol and saturated fats) and replaced with good nutrients (polyunsaturated fats and then vitamins.) Every time margarine was found wanting, the wanted nutrient could simply be added (Vitamin D? Got it now. Vitamin A? Sure, no problem.) But of course margarine, being the product not of nature but of human ingenuity, could never be any smarter than the nutritionists dictating its recipe, and the nutritionists turned out to be not nearly as smart as they thought. The food scientists’ ingenious method for making healthy vegetable oil solid at room temperature – by blasting it with hydrogen – turned out to produce unhealthy trans fats, fats that we now know are more dangerous than the saturated fats they were designed to replace. Yet the beauty of a processed food like margarine is that it can be endlessly reengineered to overcome even the most embarrassing about-face in nutritional thinking — including the real wincer that its main ingredient might cause heart attacks and cancer. So now the trans fats are gone, and margarine marches on, unfazed and apparently unkillable. Too bad the same cannot be said of an unknown number of margarine eaters.

Fake foods and nutritionism aren’t Pollan’s only targets. He notes that the problem starts in the industrialization of food production. Pollan notes that two-thirds of our daily caloric intake comes from four crops: corn, soy, wheat and rice. Think about that. TWO-THIRDS! Humans are designed to be omnivores, so this kind of restriction — not to mention the lengths to which those four crops are processed — is a completely unnatural diet. He also talks about how the way in which we produce food has slowly eroded the quality of the food in order to improve yields, pointing out that it would take three apples from today to equal the iron content in one apple from the 1940s. He goes so far as to suggest that maybe this “nutritional inflation” is an underlying cause of the obesity epidemic: we are the first generation that is overfed AND undernourished at the same time.

As far as dietary advice, Pollan’s prescription is poetic in its simplicity: “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.” In the last third of the book, in which I am currently immersed, he expands upon this advice with a few simple dietary rules of thumb like, “would your great-grandmother recognize it as food” and “don’t eat it if it has ingredients you don’t recognize and/or can’t pronounce.”

It’s an engaging, easy-to-follow and eye-opening account, and I can’t recommend it highly enough. And, as an aside, I think Pollan is the first published writer I’ve ever seen even more in love with the parenthetical interruption of his own stream of thought than I am. Read this book, because it will totally change how you think about food.

Coming up next: integrating these ideas into the Plan B diet.