She's taking matters into her own hands.

We had a great Canada Day. It started out not quite how I had planned, but ended up being just what I needed. It was relaxing and low key.  First of all we slept in, which is always nice. Then Daniel headed across the border with Brother Brown to pick up his truck and bring it back. While Daniel was gone, the girls and I thought we would try out the stuffie patterns I won for playing along in this post.
I don't have pictures yet of the finished projects, but I will post some later today
. If you go over to my other blog you can see pictures of the stuffies we made. I let the girls pick their own material so that it would really be special to them.
When Daniel got home we headed to Lethbridge to spend some time with family. We had a BBQ at my mom and dad's and then later headed over to his mom's place until it was time to go to the fireworks at Henderson Lake Park. I wasn't sure how well this was going to go. Last year Tansley curled up in a ball under the blanket, sucked her thumb and cried and Kymberly screamed. This year Tansley was determined to be brave, and she did a really good job and actually enjoyed them. Kymberly was a different story. When the first test one went off, she froze in my lap and stayed that way until the real display started, at which point she started to shake. I could feel her little heart racing. I tried to hold her close and whisper to her that she was OK, that I was right there, but she started to squirm. She kept saying "stroller, stroller" over and over and reaching for it. So finally I put her in it. Then she reached for dad and said "Daddy, push!" over and over in a terrified half crying voice. When that didn't work, she tried "momma, push!". So I once again picked her up and held her tight and tried to comfort her. But she would have none of that and squirmed her way off my lap and started running in the direction that we had come from. We had parked just off of South Parkside Drive and cut across the golf course and then just sat on the south side of the lake. So off she went into the complete darkness of the golf course, running holding her blanket and stuffed kitty, crying "van, van, van". It was so increadibly funny, that I just laughed as I went after her. If mom and dad weren't going to take her to safety, she would go on her own. You have to give her credit for knowing which direction to go, I thought that was pretty smart. She was really moving too, I had to run to catch up with her. I wonder how far she would have gone if I would have let her? She was still so mad when I caught up with her and picked her up. I told her we would go get the stroller and then go back to the van in a few minutes. I put her in the stroller and just paced back and forth until the fireworks were done. She sat there with her face turned away from the fireworks and her blanket pulled up to it like she was trying to pretend that it wasn't happening. The poor little girl. We may have scarred her for life.