Long Weekends in the City

I do love a long weekend in the city. All the crowds are sitting on highway 400 and the city itself is lovely and quiet. We went for Sunday brunch yesterday and there was hardly anyone else there. The wading pools are open at the parks, and they too are quiet and lovely. Summer sure gets better when the wading pools open doesn’t it…





Yesterday McHotty and I took Cakes to Riverdale Park for some Canada Day celebratin’. We learned we can no longer get away with not buying Cakes her own ice-cream cone. At first we tried—I wisely scarfed mine down while Cakes was distracted watching some Hawaiian dancers. When she noticed what we had, sweet McHotty generously tried sharing his with her, even though she sucks on the cone but doesn’t eat it (a cone is just an ice-cream receptacle you know) and slobbers all over the thing. But when she finally snatched it and ran away, he gave up and went to buy another. Several minutes later, I noticed in all the confusion we had left the stroller unattended somewhere. Now we have resisted all expensive baby gear, with the exception of our $200 McLaren stroller, which we love for its light-weight portability and handy shoulder strap. Dragging Cakes behind me I navigated the crowds and, gratefully, found the stroller. When McHotty rejoined us with fresh ice-cream we noticed Cakes’ cone was missing. You know where this is going right? We retraced our steps, and there it was, still laying in the grass, not quite all melted, the napkin between the cone and the well-travelled ground. I furtively looked to see if anyone was looking and scooped that sucker up. Yes, the 10-second rule is now the 10-minute rule that’s made to be broken.