It’s a girl!

Around 10:50pm Friday, November 27th.

8 pounds, 2 oz.

Baby girl!


So happy and relieved that mother and daughter are fine and back home.


Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen things that ‘m thinking about as I wait for child #3 to make an appearance

13. Names. For a boy, for a girl, English names, Hebrew names, will the child like it, will it get them teased…

12. Do I have all the necessary supplies as we plan for another homebirth. I look everyday, I have the list at my desk and it causes me great stress to think that once active labour begins, that something may be forgotten. Having all the necessary supplies is the least I can do.  But if this baby requires a trip  to the hospital, I’m screwed and should do something about that like put together a travel bag…

11. Lack of sleep. Not that worried, I’m used to it, but carrying Stewie around with a herniated a disc in my back left a bad memory for me.  My wife on the other hand needs a ton of sleep, and once awake has a hard time going back to sleep.  Poor her.

10. If baby is a girl WTF am I supposed to do with that? I know boy parts, not girls parts. And yes, wipe from front to back is a good start but it can’t be that easy…

9. When will active labour start? I’ve been planning for this for weeks and as work gets closer and closer to my uber-busy period, I worry that it will come at a really terrible time (but I don’t care).  I’m ready to drop every thing to help out.

8. I think about clothes.  We have tons of boys clothes, but if it’s a girl, I don’t want her wearing blue… I want her in pink.

7. I wonder about family.  My mother and sister don’t see the kids that often as it is and if we really need the extra support will they we willing to pitch in for long periods of time?  I have no relationship with my Uncles and on my wife’s side all relationships have been getting better and better over the past 5 years.  Still not close, but improving!

6. Meconium poo.  That sticky, tar poo that you have to scrape off baby’s bottom.  I dread it and my wife has never cleaned one. 

5. What is this baby going to look like?  Pointy chin, big ears?  droopy left eye?   I’m betting on black hair and squinty eyes.

4.  Will anyone care besides us?  3 kids, geez.  That’s more kids than there are parents.  Are we being socially responsible having 3 kids?  I feel better since we live in an above average neighbourhood, used cloth diapers and drive a hybrid vehicle…

3.  The delivery.  I hope it goes well and we can have this baby at home and the mummy will be able to walk around after in as little pain as necessary.  I hope both mummy and baby come out of this delivery in the best shape possible.

2. How gutsy and courageous my wife is – and no, not for marrying me in the first place – but having to put your body and life on hold for 9 months prior to the birth and for 2 years after the birth. The delivery, contractions, pain, all that stuff. It’s inspiring, and amazing. Totally not for everyone (like men).

1. I think about my Dad and my Grandfather (Zaida) both of whom would have loved to have met my children. I am lucky to have them named in part after both of them but it does not and will never fill that void left by their passing.

The end of the world must be near…

I think the end of the world is near.  It makes me sad, but I think this is it.  What else could explain the absolute shit that is on TV these days.  Celebrity Rehab, Sex Rehab, Paris Hilton’s BFF, Tila Tequila and fuck, even P. Diddy, or whatever the fuck his name is, has a “reality” show.  It’s all friggin crap.  Hogan know’s best, the Hills, people with 8 kids, 16 kids, 32 kids, geez.  What makes this Tv?  It’s like being at the circus watching the freak-shows. 

Right now on showcase there are 2 men in thongs tied together by a harness in the 69 position and they are pounding the shit out of each other’s ass cheeks.  UGH.  Then the guy drools on the other guys leg.  UGH.  It’s as bad as watching poker on TV.  (turned off after 20 more seconds).

It’s no wonder I just stick to sports, Grey’s Anatomy, Ugly Betty, and a ton of cooking shoes and news.

Please, someone come up with something original!!!


November 28th, 2009

November 28th, 2009 represents the due date of my wife with our third child.  It’s been a long, tough pregnancy for both of us because of the fact we have two very active boys who keep us very busy (and tired), plus we are breaking in a new nanny who sleeps a little too much during the day and too little at night.

This date also represents my parents wedding anniversary. My father passed away in 2002, so if the baby is born on this day it would be happy, but also dad. I wish my father was here to see my kids and meet them instead of having to rely on me telling them stories about their “Zaidy”.

Update: She was born November 27th. Missed the 28th by around 1 hour.

She is healthy, mummy is healthy, and the kids were woken up and brought from home to the hospital to see the birth. After watching, half-asleep, the attending mid-wive gave them popsicles and cookies, after which my 3-year-old turned to me and said, “Daddy?!? What are we still here?


So my in-laws took them home.

We left a couple hours later.

A Crystal Meth Lab, you say???

Where?  Some crappy little town somewhere, right?

What?  Around the corner from my house, backing on to the park that all the local kids play at, and what is this I hear about the backyard being booby-trapped.  A neighbour was told by the police this afternoon that the backyard – whose gate was open – was booby-trapped in order to keep trespassers out.   Turns out the police scared a squirrel that was in the yard before they walked in, and the squirrel did not make it.

Nice.  Safe.  And to think I actually had one foot in this backyard picking up my neighbours soccer ball.

So this is what happened last night that lead to the surrounding area being roped off by the cops.

A suspicious chemical odour (acetone – which smells like nail polish remover) led authorities to a meth lab inside a home in one of the city’s most sought-after neighbourhoods.

Toronto police closed off a block of Woburn Avenue near Avenue Road, located in Toronto’s quiet Bedford Park community, while they investigated the duplex. The street address was 438 and 440 Woburn. These properties were sold in 2008 for $810,000.00 each to a developer who was going to tear them down and put up three houses.  The economy went south and the developer rented them out, in this case to an individual met over the internet.  

“This was a full methamphetamine lab,” Staff Sgt. Jim Qualtrough of the Toronto Police drug squad told reporters on Wednesday.

“What is particularly disturbing in this case is this lab is right in the middle of a residential neighbourhood,” said Staff Inspector Mario Di Tomaso. “Because of the volatile chemicals that are used, they are a great danger to neighbours.” 

If you look in this picture you see the house on the left and behind is the “chicken park” called that because of the KFC right beside it.  Pretty much anytime you are in the park, you can smell the fried chicken.  Local kids play there during the day with their parents and nannies.

No one was inside the home at the time of the discovery and as of Wednesday evening, no arrests had been made.

I guess there are some lessons to be learned from this fiasco.

1) Never rent to someone you meet over the internet

2) If you are going to run a meth lab, please keep it away from parks

3) Know your neighbours!

4) This area has been called desirable and ritzy.  What do you think that will do to my property value?