Thursday Thirteen

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 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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Can you smell that too??? It’s summer and Toronto stinks… Why?!? And how about the CNE??

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?

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Things to do before the baby is born – ETA October 13, 2006.

1. Set up the bedroom for the impending home birth items as requested by our mid-wives

2. Set up our room for the new addition and move the rocking chair from the Happy Boy’s room to our room so bedtime routine will change before the baby arrives

3. Make sure all the baby supplies are here for the new addition, like the smaller size cloth diapers and diaper wraps. Find the miracle swaddle blanket too.

4. Make sure the EI office is aware that both of us will be in need of their services, and that my employer makes sure to pay me too. Love my job for that reason alone.

5. Go over my weekly procedure with my boss and colleagues for when I’m away for 3 months.

6. Make sure I have a baby-gift for the UrbanMummy as a small token of my appreciation for all the pain and discomfort that this pregnancy would have brought her. I think a little home made something from the Happy Boy would be nice too. 🙂

7. Make sure all the numbers of importance are written down together so I can call whomever I need to, such as Midwives, Moyel (if necessary) Parents, friends, etc.

8. Relax … sit back and enjoy the pseudo-calm that we now have. It will be over soon.

9. Get some sleep before going back to the three-hour schedule.

10. Install the infant car seat into the car

11. Prepare for either a baby-naming (girl) or a bris (boy). List of people to invite, food, etc.

12. Put aside all the infant sleepers and one piece clothes that he/she will live in for the first 3-6 months of his/her life. Make sure they are clean, and organized and in the right place.

13. Pictures, lots of pictures of UrbanMummy and the Happy Boy before, during and after the new baby arrives. Make the schedule inclusive for the Happy Boy and hopefully, he wont want to get rid of the newborn once he realizes the child isn’t leaving.

Thursday Thirteen: 13 Foods I re-introduced to my wife and her to me.

Thirteen foods I have (re)introduced my wife to, and her to I

1. Cherries – We bought some on our honeymoon in France and I tought her to spit the pits out of the window. “Pit-spitting” became a trip tradition from there.

2. Peas in a pod – Yummy. Bought a basket at the farmer’s market in St. Jacobs, Ontario, and then another basket, then another, then a bushel. When in season, they are irrestible

3. Cammembert – Also from our Honeymoon. When in France, do as the French do. Baguettes, fresh veggies and cammembert. At first, the UrbanMummy would cut off the rind, the best part, but after a while she grew to love it.

4. Beef – This was a tougher one. When I met UrbanMummy, she bas basically a vegetarian and had been for almost 12 years. Me, a carnivore, had to do something about that, so every date we had, I would eat some sort of meat (or flesh, as she likes to call it) and offer her some. It all culminated the night before our wedding, during the out-of-towners dinner when she ate my entire steak from The Wildfire Grill.

5. Chicken Wings – for someone who does not / can not eat flesh off a bone, this was a big challenge. At first it was only the drumstick, leaving me with the crappy wing part. But now, she eats them all. Phew.

Now the list changes a little to include foods that I have not eaten that UrbanMummy introduced to me that we eat.

6. Indian Cuisine – I shudder to think what I was missing by not knowing of this delicacy until about 5 years ago. Now, I can’t get enough of it.

7. Ethiopian Cuisine – see number 6.

8. Tofu – is actually quite good and very versatile. I like the way it takes the flavour of whatever you are cooking it in.

9. Sour Cream with Taco’s – Being Jewish I grew up not mixing meat and milk, so whenever we ate tacos at home, we would have real meat in the tacos, so no sour cream, and tofu cheese. But after marriage, UrbanMummy introduced me to fake meat, and then cheese AND sour cream on my tacos. YUM. I’ll never go back. Previously, I only ate sour cream on my french toast (try it!!) and potatoes.

10. Dim Sum – went from being an odd food to a mainstay. My wife loves Dim Sum. It might even have been her first food after baby food. lol.

11. Cookie Crisp – back to a food I introduced to UM, I remember stores pulling all the cookie crisp (probably due to poor sales) and only being able to find it in these kosher-only stores because, well, it was kosher. A few months ago, my sister brought me / us back 3 boxes from the US and it seemed to hit the spot for my expecting mate. She devoured the boxes. I need more !!!

12. Balsamic Vinegar – yuck. Hated it. Everything about it, until I found that UrbanMummy likes to cook with it. Now, a salad isn’t a salad, unless it has balsamic vinegar dressing on it.

13. Rolaids – Whatever would the UrbanMummy have done without Cherry rolaids?? Pregnancy heartburn can be a killer. Poor thing has gone through 3 bottles so far this pregnancy. 5 bottles last pregnancy. 2 months to go, and 2 bottles shy.

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Hell’s Kitchen

For those of you who know me, you may be aware that I get to watch very little TV due to my hectic schedule which includes; a very pregnant wife, and wonderful son, and recently moved into house, MBA courses, and a small business or 2.

This leaves me little time for, well, sleep, but TV too. I do try and watch a little sports here and there, like the Blue Jays in the summer, and I try and catch a little RAW or Smackdown to appease my wrestling fix. I have found myself oddly attached to cooking shows and to those shows where they fix up houses either as a favour, or to re-sell.

But recently, I found a show called Hell’s Kitchen, and decided it was as lame as all these other reality shows, so I ignored it, until one night I turned on the TV and it was on. I was hooked! I then sought out every minute of every episode I could find and found the concept exciting. I loved the ending and thought Victoria was going to win, not that I wanted her to. I liked Heather better. That idiot Tom, that cut himself on purpose was such an ass. He got what he deserved. “I can’t take orders from women”, he said. Hello… Loser… it’s 2006. I hope that sweaty fucker never gets laid again, unless it’s by his own hand. Grrrrr.

Can’t wait for season 2.

And for hockey season. GO LEAFS GO.