Baby Update.
As requested, here are all things Baby.
1. Alphabet Soup.
The other day, he was bored with watching Noelle cook, so she gave him a pot and a spoon, and put in on the floor for him to play with. Normally at this point a kid would bang said pot with the spoon. Not Isaac. He tried to stir the pot, but there was nothing in it. So Noelle took one of the magnetic letters from off the fridge, and put it in the pot. He thought this was a great idea, and added the rest, stirring between each batch. Presto, baby alphabet soup.
Then he started going to the fridge, pretending to take things out, and going back to the pot and making the same flicking motion over the pot that Noelle does when adding a spice. We clearly have a future chef on our hands.
2. Kibble Soup.
But this wasn't enough, so later that day, Noelle was reading on the couch (ironically, a cookbook), and her "mommy sense" (MUCH more powerful than spidey-sense) started tingling...it was awfully quiet in the kitchen.
"Isaac, come here." was met with a little boy and a very bemused expression on his face.
"What have you done?" Now at this point Isaac has a choice. If he keeps his mouth shut, and doesn't confess, he may be able to dispose of the evidence later, but the problem is that the evidence is in his mouth, and it is distinctly unpleasant. So he comes clean, and out of said mouth come three or four very soggy cat food kibbles. Noelle investigates further and finds that Chef Isaac has dumped handfulls of kibbles into the cat water, and the wet wooden spoon is testament to his kibble-soup-making-prowess.
3. Books.
I originally thought that Isaac would never get to the stage where he wanted to hear just one book, over and over again. I was clearly mistaken. Right now it is "Spot goes to the farm", and it's only redeeming feature is that it is a library book, and will be going back shortly. Isaac aquired a fair number of books for Christmas, but for some reason Spot and the damned farm are all he wants to know about. Mom is on strike, and flatly refuses to read it again, so it has to wait until Dad is home. Dad is thinking about his own labour disruption, but perhaps the easiest solution would just be a short trip to the library.
Allen Update.
It's almost certainly official (how's that for equivocation?), we will be moving to Hamilton.
Here's some FAQ's.
Why Hamilton?
I'm working there now, and the commute back and forth is killing me. It's a great job, I am thoroughly enjoying myself and don't see myself moving any time soon. It now takes me an hour to get there, and an hour and a half to get home. Just in time to put Isaac into the bath, and read him a story. So that's no good.
What will happen to Noelle's Job?
Nothing. She can run a press from anywhere, and commercial rent is way cheaper in Hamilton than it is in downtown T.O. She will own the press at some point this year, and in the meantime she will go into Toronto by GO train twice a week, which is way easier than me going into Hamilton 5 days a week like I am now.
Isn't Hamilton yucky?
Contrary to popular beleif, there are nice parts. Specifically those around McMaster University, which is consistenly rated one of the best undergrad U's in the country by Maclean's. It also has a top notch medical school, so hopefully there will be some good brain doctors there for me as well, considering the Tourette's clinic in Toronto is all but closed down, and my GP and I are muddling through best we can.
No, really, I've heard it's quite yucky.
Say what you want, but there are some lovely green areas right around where we plan to be living, including the Royal Botanical Gardens, and a lovely area with a waterfall. Plus we would be half an hour from the best orchards, wineries, and maple sugar areas in Ontario. Plus, nobody in Hamilton EVER shoots strangers on Boxing Day. At least not yet.
So that's the scoop. What Van Morrison called our "gypsy souls" will be making the fairly short trip (it's only about an hour from where we are now) down the QEW in April or so. Barring anything wierd. And nothing wierd ever happens to us, right?
As requested, here are all things Baby.
1. Alphabet Soup.
The other day, he was bored with watching Noelle cook, so she gave him a pot and a spoon, and put in on the floor for him to play with. Normally at this point a kid would bang said pot with the spoon. Not Isaac. He tried to stir the pot, but there was nothing in it. So Noelle took one of the magnetic letters from off the fridge, and put it in the pot. He thought this was a great idea, and added the rest, stirring between each batch. Presto, baby alphabet soup.
Then he started going to the fridge, pretending to take things out, and going back to the pot and making the same flicking motion over the pot that Noelle does when adding a spice. We clearly have a future chef on our hands.
2. Kibble Soup.
But this wasn't enough, so later that day, Noelle was reading on the couch (ironically, a cookbook), and her "mommy sense" (MUCH more powerful than spidey-sense) started tingling...it was awfully quiet in the kitchen.
"Isaac, come here." was met with a little boy and a very bemused expression on his face.
"What have you done?" Now at this point Isaac has a choice. If he keeps his mouth shut, and doesn't confess, he may be able to dispose of the evidence later, but the problem is that the evidence is in his mouth, and it is distinctly unpleasant. So he comes clean, and out of said mouth come three or four very soggy cat food kibbles. Noelle investigates further and finds that Chef Isaac has dumped handfulls of kibbles into the cat water, and the wet wooden spoon is testament to his kibble-soup-making-prowess.
3. Books.
I originally thought that Isaac would never get to the stage where he wanted to hear just one book, over and over again. I was clearly mistaken. Right now it is "Spot goes to the farm", and it's only redeeming feature is that it is a library book, and will be going back shortly. Isaac aquired a fair number of books for Christmas, but for some reason Spot and the damned farm are all he wants to know about. Mom is on strike, and flatly refuses to read it again, so it has to wait until Dad is home. Dad is thinking about his own labour disruption, but perhaps the easiest solution would just be a short trip to the library.
Allen Update.
It's almost certainly official (how's that for equivocation?), we will be moving to Hamilton.
Here's some FAQ's.
Why Hamilton?
I'm working there now, and the commute back and forth is killing me. It's a great job, I am thoroughly enjoying myself and don't see myself moving any time soon. It now takes me an hour to get there, and an hour and a half to get home. Just in time to put Isaac into the bath, and read him a story. So that's no good.
What will happen to Noelle's Job?
Nothing. She can run a press from anywhere, and commercial rent is way cheaper in Hamilton than it is in downtown T.O. She will own the press at some point this year, and in the meantime she will go into Toronto by GO train twice a week, which is way easier than me going into Hamilton 5 days a week like I am now.
Isn't Hamilton yucky?
Contrary to popular beleif, there are nice parts. Specifically those around McMaster University, which is consistenly rated one of the best undergrad U's in the country by Maclean's. It also has a top notch medical school, so hopefully there will be some good brain doctors there for me as well, considering the Tourette's clinic in Toronto is all but closed down, and my GP and I are muddling through best we can.
No, really, I've heard it's quite yucky.
Say what you want, but there are some lovely green areas right around where we plan to be living, including the Royal Botanical Gardens, and a lovely area with a waterfall. Plus we would be half an hour from the best orchards, wineries, and maple sugar areas in Ontario. Plus, nobody in Hamilton EVER shoots strangers on Boxing Day. At least not yet.
So that's the scoop. What Van Morrison called our "gypsy souls" will be making the fairly short trip (it's only about an hour from where we are now) down the QEW in April or so. Barring anything wierd. And nothing wierd ever happens to us, right?
posted by Jason Allen at 8:16 PM
1 Comments:
Lemme put this straight, in simple sentences - you CAN NOT MOVE TO HAAAAAMMMMMILLLLLLTON!!!!!! Ok, there. i said it. I'm serious. I've got connections, ya see what i'm saying here? nothing personal...
the one good thing, is that i'll be going to & from hamilton for work since the conference is at redeemer college. i'll be visiting the chamber of commerce, inviting the mayor, etc, etc, so i guess i'll be 'round those parts once in awhile.
AND, since you're out there, do you guys want to host an IFES staff worker from some foreign country for world assembly? i'm looking for some nice people who will feed & take people in for a couple of days if necessary right before and/or after the conference - international flights are fairly inconvenient sometimes. game?
BUT, just for the record, i would DEFINITELY prefer you to stay in town. grrrrrrr....
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