Friday, September 26, 2008

I don't want to go

That's twice now I've heard those words from Nate on the mornings when I wake him to go to daycare. I don't know why, but he just wants to stay home when I tell him it's time to go to Kristi's house. Last Friday, it took us almost an hour and a half to convince him that he could not stay home by himself. Thankfully it wasn't nearly as difficult this morning, but it still took us some time to get out of the house.

Of course once we got there, he quickly forgot he didn't want to go in the first place. As we pulled up to Kristi's this morning, he said to me "dad, are you going to come and play with me at Kristi's house?". Well, with an invite like that, how could I possible say no?

So this morning I got to hang out with Nate, Aiden and Vivienne, and play with toy cars and planes and watch them bounce around on the mini trampoline. Everyone shared or took turns, and at one point when they each had a toy car, Nate made sure I had one too. "I go get a car for you dad!", and he did.

After the initial struggle to get him to Kristi's, it was nice to see him enjoying himself there and being part of a larger group. And when it was time for me to go, he ran over to give me a hug and a kiss. Invisible I am not.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Summer in a bowl

Nate, Snoopy and myself stopped by our next door neighbour's yesterday morning and Nate got to go up on the roof deck and pick tomatoes. I think he really enjoyed doing that, there were so many different tomatoes and it was quite the job to keep him from picking them all.

For awhile it seemed like it was still the middle of summer. The sun was out, we were picking ripe tomatoes off the vine, and Snoopy and Mika were stretched out on the deck. And this is what we came home with, a bowl of lovely tomatoes and some basil to go with them.

I decided to make a little tomato salad for dinner with our little bounty. So a little drizzle of extra virgin olive oil and some of the fresh basil, and voila! Summer in a bowl.

Thank you Jean. They tasted heavenly!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Not for my vegan friends, or the faint of heart

The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at linking to your results.

1. Venison
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
5. Crocodile
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese
8. Carp
9. Borscht
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari
12. Pho
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
46. Fugu (pufferfish)
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
52. Umeboshi
53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV (Fin du Monde in Quebec)
59. Poutine
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads
63. Kaolin
64. Currywurst
65. Durian
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini 
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost
75. Roadkill
76. Baijiu
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snail
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash
88. Flowers
89. Horse
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
100. Snake

Snippets from the walk home from daycare

Fridays after a shift at the cafe, I pick Nate up from daycare and we walk home. This is what he had to say yesterday:-
  • on what he did at daycare - "I went to the park and I saw bugs and ants on leaves and ants on tree!"
  • on seeing a dog crossing the road - "That's a poodle! Over there, that brown one! That's a poodle!"
  • on having a friend over for dinner - "I know Noah! He's my friend!"
  • on leaving the parkade under our building - "Shhh! The cars are sleeping. Quiet, don't wake the cars, they're sleeping."

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Occassionally, I am not invisible

Most days when I drop Nate off at daycare, he barely bats an eyelid when I say goodbye and go to leave. He's usually playing with some toy or his friends, and will yell 'goodbye!' without even turning his head. It's almost like I'm not even there, invisible, already gone.

This morning, we were running a little late and when we got there they were getting ready to go for their morning walk. I was pulling my shoes on and getting ready to go when he came and snuggled with me and said 'I love you dad.', quite out of the blue. What a nice surprise. But he wasn't done yet.

As Snoopy and I made our way from the house, the kids all emerged and started heading off on their walk. I heard Nate yell 'Goodbye dad!' and then 'Wait, I want to get you a hug!' So I run back over, and he runs up to me and hugs me. As he heads back to the group he says 'I get you a kiss' and comes back and plants one on my mouth. Then he's off again. yelling 'See you later!' as he rejoins the group.

Today, I was not invisible.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I suppose it was inevitable..

I've been toying with the idea of a blog now for some time.  My son is now two and a half and I'm increasingly finding myself wishing I had a place to record the things he does or says.  Sure, I have hundreds of photographs of him, okay probably thousands.  Yet it doesn't seem enough.  I fear that the time will past and all these moments will be lost.  I'll look back at the photographs one day and wonder where they were taken, what he was saying or doing.  I know I won't be able to record everything here, but it's more for the moments that stick out.  My friends tell me those are the moments I will always remember, but I can't even remember what I had for breakfast most days, or what I did the night before.  I find it hard to believe I will remember something that happened 30 years ago when I am in my senior years.

So that's the primary purpose of this blog.

Of course I'm sure there will be other posts as well, where I will probably make cynical pessimistic and downright depressing observations about the world around me.  I'm sure you can hardly wait.