|Thirteen Things on this Urban Daddy’s mind;
1. I seem to post more Thursday 13′s than other posts because I’m too busy reading some excellent blogs (listed on the side of my blog), namely; UrbanMummy, Penelope and Bumblebee, Haley-o, Shroom-Monkey and the now in hiding Magic Carpet Ride. Keep up the great writing ladies!
2. After our airplane landed Monday night, after a Newark, NJ to Toronto flight, my son, Linus, still awake at 11pm decided to wave and say “bye bye” to every passenger leaving the plane. Almost all of them gave him a huge smile and wave back. That kid is so friggin cute!
3. Poor, pregnant, tired, worn out UrbanMummy! She needs to rest. A lot! But she has a paper to complete for school that she should be working on right now, rather than reading this post. Only 7 weeks to go, and she’s already beat. Although I am now looking forward to some home-birth stories from Penelope as we prepare for our homebirth.
4. Why is it so hard to find people to take all the wonderful business ideas I/we have and put them into place? Doesn’t anyone want to make money anymore? Or I guess everyone is making too much money that they don’t want to have to put in an effort to make more. Why bother? Then again… Maybe my ideas just suck!
5. Last week we stayed at a family resort about 2 1/2 hours north of Toronto, in Haliburton, called Wigamog. It was at this resort that the Happy Boy slept in a crib in the bathroom – our room was small and this was the only place where he could get peace and quiet. He was clearly not ready for a “big boy bed” as we thought he might be, but back in a crib in the dark was exactly what he needed for a week of wonderful sleeps.
6. It was also at this resort that the Happy Boy ate and ate and ate. His vocabulary grew as big as his tummy. He communicated better than ever, and ate his weight in cooked veggies. All this while still finding time to throw chunks of watermelon at the table next to us.
7. At Wigamog, UrbanMummy and I played Bocce (she was awesome), tried archery, and I played croquet. The real “highlight” for me was limping off the tennis court after some idiot Dad with a really bad dye job stuck his hockey under my foot resulting in me rolling my ankle. It was during a ball-hockey tournament, and after scoring our teams only 2 goals, I had a breakaway to send our team to the finals when this happened. He thought it was great that I couldn’t play (or walk). They scored seconds later. My ankle/foot is purple and black. Thank goodness I’m already on nuproxin for the sciatic pain.
8. Again at Wigamog, we took the Happy Boy in a kyack for the first time. He loved it. I loved having the family there on the water. Relaxing. Even funnier was listening to him quack at the ducks, and watching him grabbing at the Lilypads.
9. What would be an awesome baby-gift for UrbanMummy for baby number 2? Number one was an eternity band. Need help with number 2, though.
10. Why am I not in bed? It’s late and I need to be at work – as usual – before 8am. Hmmm. Schedule needs re-adjusting again.
11. Just thinking about my wife’s Uncle David who died very suddenly in New York on Friday. It was from the Wigamog, that we went to NY for the “viewing” and funeral. See http://www.urbanmummy.com/journal for more detailed info. He was a gentle man. Always very quiet and very nice. He’ll be missed.
12. At the BINGO hall after the funeral I ate baked beans, sausage, and some crazy-ass breaded chicken wings. I avoided the ambrosia salad and other pork products. I was shocked that there was a reception after the funeral, and that the BINGO hall was standing. It was a decrypted old building in a not-so-nice part of NY where they lived. When the phrase “youse guys” is uttered, I cannot help but to make a face. I’m very expressive. This experience was very sad, yet extremely unique.
13. Only 5 more days until my next class begins. Organizational behavior in my MBA program, and trying to at the same time complete the Canadian Securities Course. I think that will be keeping me plenty busy. Oh, and the coming child.
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Monthly Archives: August 2006
I can smell it, can you? I am born and raised in this City and I have never, ever had to encounter this type of smell before…
Maybe it’s just a Toronto thing, maybe not. Maybe it’s a global thing, maybe not, but for the past couple weeks, when I walk from the house to the subway, I get overwhelmed with this horrible smell of what I assume is garbage.
It’s really horrible. I have actually had to hold my breath for prolonged periods while walking.
I thought to post as maybe some of the local Toronto bloggers may be finding the same problem – at which point I can reach out to my City Councillor, Karen Stintz, to see waht the City is planning to do about it, or maybe other bloggers are finding the same thing and that would help confirm it’s an environment thing…
I have tried different routes to the subway, walked to the office directly, even checked my clothes and my bag to see if they (or me) is the offending party but everything checks out.
And on a side note…
Who has gone to the CNE this year?
I really wanted to get out to the EX this year – I like the EX. As a kid I used to go down every year with my family including my gradparets. My grandfather was a wiz on the game where you have to drop a ring onto a coke bottle. He was so good at it, that when we met them down there, they always had the huge animals in their arms and eventually he was banned from the game. While I hated the buildings and never got to go on the rides, I loved the end of summer ritual which included the food building and many givaways.
I worry that UrbanMummy and Linus would get bored being down there – him at almost 2 years old and her 7 1/2 months pregnant – but on the plus side, I can for sure dominate the “Whack-a-mole” game and bring home some toys. I can win EVERY time!!! Unless the game is fixed – and they usually are at the CNE, but once I find the one that works, I win every time.
This is the same reason we didn’t make it to the zoo this summer.
Is it worth going to the CNE? Or will I be okay to miss it?