The nuggie is back from her first trip to Canada where she was a well-behaved delight from take-off to landing and beyond. (She slept through the take-off and nursed through the landing of our flight in)
Mike’s brother David and his daughter Emma picked us up at the City Centre airport Wednesday night and drove out to Scarborough, where Mike doth hail from. Mike’s mum was very eager to meet her grandbaby so we sat up for a while before preparing our family bed for the night. All that being perfect must have worn Virginia out because she slept for 7 hours that night!
The next day, Grandma Lynne had 5 of her girlfriends over to celebrate the arrival of the little widge, who impressed everyone with her vocal skills, facial expression wardrobe, and sheer bulk. There was even a cake with her name on it! (Speaking of her name- I read somewhere that babies begin to recognize their names at 6 weeks so I’ve been making an effort to call her ‘Virginia’ at least half the time so that she doesn’t think her name is Widgie or Nuggie or The Nugball or Widgerd)
Thursday night, we took V out to Ajax to meet Mike’s dad. His girlfriend made a totally delicious dinner and we ate outside as the sun went down. It was nice to be near grass and plants after a long summer in the concrete jungle.
On Friday I was eager to head downtown as I had not been to Toronto in over a year and wanted to see my friends and check out what had changed in the city where I “came of age.” (Not to be confused with the city where I “became a woman” which was Philly – oddly enough.) Anyway, it was a beautiful day, if a bit chilly, and after walking from Union Station and all along Queen Street, with a stop in Trinity Bellwoods park to feed and change the nugbug, we called our friend Cheryl to come meet us on the patio of the Beaconsfield.
The Gillespie Bros were also available for beer consumption.
Cheryl went to Kolkid and got V one of those super cute Sophie the Giraffe teethers.
I had seen them before in pictures but didn’t realize that because of their natural rubber and food paint composition, they are completely safe to gnaw on.
Saturday, Mike’s aunt came over and met the babe and we all went down to the pool. Mike was brave enough to go in after reports of the water being totally freezing. I was not and used having to “hold the baby” as an excuse. The lifeguard was a young guy with a tan and a classic lifeguard body who was a real sport about the constant requests from little girls wanting to be thrown in the pool. Lynne wanted Emma to stop bugging the lifeguard, so she started bugging Uncle Mike to throw her in instead. This worked well the first time but the second was a big old belly flop. As soon as Mike heard her hit the water he knew she would come up crying. Aaaaand she did. Whoops. Mike felt TERRIBLE.
After the flop of shame, Mike and I took Virginia back downtown and hung out at Cheryl’s place, then Rick’s house and grabbed some dinner at Tacos el Asador on Bloor. Yum!
Sunday was the tree-planting Mike organized for all our friends. We were pretty upset when by 11am the rain was coming down hard with no end in sight. Mike went over to the spot early to dig a hole and get the tree mostly planted before coming back to the house to pick up Virginia and I to take us to the park. Miracle of miracles, the sun came out and everything was beautiful between 2 and 6 — the exact timeframe of our get together.
It was a beautiful celebration and we’re so glad everyone came out to join us and share in something so permanent and special.
From there we hustled to the airport to make our 8:30 flight. We relaxed in the Porter lounge as our flight got delayed and delayed and ultimately cancelled. Oops. I called Sebastien and asked if he might enjoy a sleepover with a young girl and he was up for it, so back from the airport we went, and Seb took us in and gave us PBRs and his bed for the night. Our hero!
The next morning we enjoyed breakfast in Parkdale and then parted ways; with Mike and I on a pilgrimage to Mike’s favorite bookstore, The Monkey’s Paw (closed on Mondays!!) and me; on a pilgrimage to find some coconut water. Fail. It was hot, hot, hot and the nuggie slept in her stroller in “power save mode” for HOURS! Before long it was time to head back to the airport…
The flight home was uneventful and we went straight to my moms to return the Maclaren and relax. Mike took the luggage home and the ladies enjoyed an ole fashion American sleepover- no boys allowed.