This long but adventurous day starts with a piano lesson—and a piano lesson is always an adventure. Recently, I started teaching piano to two students besides my own children. These are two adult students—one a good friend, one a neighbour—and teaching them has been really fun. My neighbour arrives for his lesson nervous because he’s still a little shaky on the keys and can’t get the right and left hands to work together. But he used to play guitar and drums, and not once has he had trouble keeping the rhythm. The fact that he’s Francophone has also give me the opportunity to learn all the music vocabulary in French! My friend used to play organ, so she’s zipping through the beginner stuff. It’s just review. Before long, we’ll be playing duets for an appreciative audience composed of kids, preschoolers and a baby.

And besides being fun, giving those lessons allows me to pay for violin lessons and horseback riding. Both of which are taught by moms. It’s exciting and rewarding to be able to share our talents like this!

After the piano lesson, we put the bikes on the bike rack and headed to our friends’ house in LaSalle. I had kept Leila home today because we wanted to do a long bike ride, and she was already busy trying to figure out how many energy cubes she would earn. Just before we left, I grabbed a handful of CDs from the living room, desperately needing to switch it up for our car ride. The CD on top dated from 2001—a mixed CD recorded by my friend Bernard, full of old French and Spanish pop music. Dance music.

After a few songs, Noah asked innocently, “Is this music popular?” After I recovered, I replied that, yes, it had been…nearly twenty years ago. Just then, the Macarena started playing out of the car’s speakers.

macarenaWhen we pulled up in front of Joanne’s house, I told Noah to ask Joanne to give him a demonstration of the Macarena. Not only did she remember how to do it, but she was totally up for giving it a go. I handed her my CD, which of course was useless as no one has devices that can play CDs anymore; but luckily, the Macarena was easily found on YouTube, and dance lessons started. Noah and Matei were less than impressed and played with Magformer cars while ignoring the rest of us. I tried to keep Leila’s eyes off the music video. But long after Joanne had started making lunch, Zahra and Madalina were still at it. They decided they want to do the Macarena for the talent show (at this point, I can barely breathe, I’m laughing so hard), but they want to change part of it because…who would want to shake their bums like that in front of a crowd? I love these girls.

bikingDance party followed by lunch, and then it was on our bikes for a ride along the Saint Lawrence River. We hit a few different parks and met up with more friends. These little bike jaunts are nothing for Joanne and her family: they’re going to bike across Canada this summer! I love hearing more about their plans as they solidify. I’ll have to live vicariously through them on this particular adventure, but it’s for sure that I will be listening attentively. I’d love to bike across Canada as a family one day.

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Back at Joanne’s, it was time to load the bikes and the kids and head back home. Or so we thought. I had a missed call on my phone from none other than our favourite farmer, and so I knew another adventure must lie ahead. I called him back and, sure enough, there were lambs to be fed!

Instead of finding lambs waiting patiently in their stalls, though, we were met with a flock of them running straight through the barn and into the fields behind. Yes, a group of sheep or lambs is called a flock. Larger groups are called bands or mobs, and it is my hope that one day I will unexpectedly happen upon a mob of sheep.

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A quick call to Mr. Quinn confirmed that the sheep have free run of the place—and watching the lambs zip around the playground and fields, jumping and jostling, is pure joy. We fed the lone motherless lamb and decided against taking her home with us. She’s living the dream life in her flock at the farm, so we’ll just make frequent trips there to feed her.

All of this was just too much for my baby who’s used to a 6:30 bedtime.

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