“Tornado” seems like the theme for the weekend.
For one thing, it looks like one hit the kitchen. Despite the fact that someone came and helped me wash all the dishes on Friday, the dishwasher is full and both sinks and counters are overflowing.
For another, we had quite an action-packed couple of days.
Saturday afternoon we went to the annual Rendezvous Sourdough Festival. We went to enter Nanuq in the dog-howling competition, but though we arrived a few minutes before its advertised 4 o’clock start, we missed it because the organizers were not running on Yukon time and it was already over. (There were a lot of people who were disappointed because of missing the event… I hope the organizers have learned a lesson!) However, we did get to enter Nanuq in the last dog event, the dog tricks competition. He won second prize with his dancing, his verrrrry slow death (Michael points a finger at him and says “bang” and he lies down but takes many promptings of a finger across the throat to actually “play dead”), and barking on command. His prize was a fancy medal and some dog treats, which luckily contain no ingredients to which he is allergic.
I had Halia in my amauti, and I’d forgotten how much attention it can generate. Three or four people asked to take my picture, and a bunch more asked curiously about where I got it, where it comes from, whether it’s a traditional design, and so on. Several excited moms pointed at me and explained to their kids that there was an actual baby in there. The kids loved it when I’d kneel down to show them the real baby inside. Anyone who wants to feel like a superstar for a short time should just go to a large gathering carrying a sleeping baby in an amauti.
Today, we all went for a ride in an honest-to-goodness one-horse open sleigh, pulled by a gigantic horse named Rocky and driven by our intrepid next-door neighbour, Atlatl Mike. Michael will have a full post on that adventure soon, I’m sure, complete with pictures. (Incidentally, I think it rather ironic that I am really not comfortable around horses — am, in fact, allergic to them, so I’m also physically uncomfortable — considering I was born in the Year of the Horse.)
The other tornado of the weekend was Miss Jade herself. I’ve re-tooled her keto recipes to conform to her new ration and found that the meals are still okay, at least the ones I’ve tried so far. Since we often had trouble getting her to finish her meals and the new ratio actually makes them smaller, it hasn’t been such a bad change. And holy smokes, I’m not sure if it’s the diet change or just a zooming recovery from her cold, but she was an incredible ball of energy these last two days! Yesterday and today she played outside for over and hour after coming back from our outdoor adventures, and her energy never flagged once. This is huge for her! And aside from bad pre-breakfast seizure activity (the norm), she’s been having great days, seizure-wise, too. And talking up a storm, too!
I actually have slightly mixed feelings on all this. Today Jade was bouncing around from one activity to the next with very short attention span (hence the tornado moniker) something we normally see when she’s coming out of a bunch of seizures. It’s hard to decide if this is “normal” three-year-old behaviour for Jade or just her body getting adjusted to its new higher level of fuel or what.
But, what the hell, I’ll take it!