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Oct. 6th, 2013 10:16 pmOMG this weekend....
Saturday started slow, R and I and the bug walked from home to R's office to retrieve his wallet where he'd left it at his desk, and walked back through Nathan Phillips Square at city hall, caught an early look at the NEW Ai Wei Wei exhibit, a massive fractal looking bike sculpture. Met up with K, for dinner, and did more walking for Nuit Blanche, all night arts thing in the city, and we were out early. So were the drunken teen hordes who use it not to see art installations, but to get utterly trashed see and be seen. This year they didn't close down the main roads, and so it was brutally crowded. We couldn't find many of the installations, in previous years you fairly tripped into them in abundance. One drunk jack ass nearly took out the stroller, falling over it and I swear I saw R leap into action and nearly took the guy apart. R is not the "hulk smash" sort but he leapt into action and hauled the guy back and dumped him with his sober friends.
I doubt we'll do NB 2014, because it's just turned into a shitshow, and that sucks for the artists and for people who want to see stuff, because the drunk shitheads are just everywhere. I don't mind if people have a couple drinks perhaps but if you're staggering drunk puking at 8 pm at an event that starts at 7, well, fuck.
Sunday, we met up with out of town guests (and that took some wrangling as it was) for brunch and then to the AGO. They had tickets to the Bowie exhibit which was sold out, and so we went to Ai Wei Wei once more because K hadn't seen it yet and it is a phenomenal show. Stirling started to melt downhalf way in, so I left to change and feed him. Of course the AGO women's loo has a change table, but it's out in the open ( most places put them in the wheelchair large stall now) and the bathroom was empty, so ok. By the time I had him on the table and was de-pantsing him, the washroom was suddenly filled with people. I was praying that it wasn't a hazmat diaper...it wasn't. Had him changed quick as could be. Overall, during all our shenanigans across the city he was a calm content wee cookie.
Walked up through chinatown and then home, where I passed out for 3 hours. My stomach has been bothering me on and off all weekend and I suspect its the endometriosis to be honest, and it'll settle once period time does.
We were gonna bathe the bug tonight but I'll do that tomorrow. I got him a thermometer rubber ducky, we stopped by TIFF lightbox for coffee and in the shop there, a knitted punk sock monkey, got him a baby book which I'll start filling in, and we got him a wee plush chewbacca on clearance. spoiled wee boy.
His ability to hold up his head is vastly improving, and he's also quite chatty and starting to interact with people, smiling when people smile at him.
And the tendonitis is slowly fading away. FInally!
This week it's just class on tuesday, probably a grocery trip sometime this week, bathe boy, maybe a couple walks. All told this weekend with my fitbit: 9miles on Saturday, 5 miles on Saturday....
Oh, and ran into my prof at the gallery, she got to meet Stirling. She spotted me and came over, which sort of surprised me, because well, its outside the school environment and all and I know there's a few people they probably would avoid...:D
It was discussed this weekend that perhaps the key to remaining sane as a parent is incorporating the kid into the already established routines of home, not making the universe revolve around the kid. Instead of making an absolutely silent environment for the kid to sleep, get him used to the sounds of the world around him, that sort of thing and I tend to agree. We do consider his needs on excursions and day to day things but we also have maintained something of our normal life, just folded him in along for the ride. Its easier now when he's a baby, but hopefully as he grows, he's used to restaurants, galleries, travel because these aren't shocking new things that upset him, instead more like new adventures...
I know I'd just be frustrated being a stay at home mom and doing nothing else. I need my work and some of my own time. I love the bug dearly.
( on a last tangent I am SO bloody tired of hearing how C-sec/formula fed babies are doomed to not bond properly with mom,likely to be abused! etc as if it's a definite foregone thing. Yes it was a bit difficult at first but come on, if you hatched the kid vaginally and boob fed from go, I doubt it was all sugar and roses either. And honestly I could not love the boy more. He's fascinating and fun and exhausting and sometimes I just look at him when he sleeps and think how incredible it is, that he's finally here, and when he smiles in the morning when seeing me for the first time that day, I just melt. I could not adore Stirling more. We had a rough start, but we're good now.)
Saturday started slow, R and I and the bug walked from home to R's office to retrieve his wallet where he'd left it at his desk, and walked back through Nathan Phillips Square at city hall, caught an early look at the NEW Ai Wei Wei exhibit, a massive fractal looking bike sculpture. Met up with K, for dinner, and did more walking for Nuit Blanche, all night arts thing in the city, and we were out early. So were the drunken teen hordes who use it not to see art installations, but to get utterly trashed see and be seen. This year they didn't close down the main roads, and so it was brutally crowded. We couldn't find many of the installations, in previous years you fairly tripped into them in abundance. One drunk jack ass nearly took out the stroller, falling over it and I swear I saw R leap into action and nearly took the guy apart. R is not the "hulk smash" sort but he leapt into action and hauled the guy back and dumped him with his sober friends.
I doubt we'll do NB 2014, because it's just turned into a shitshow, and that sucks for the artists and for people who want to see stuff, because the drunk shitheads are just everywhere. I don't mind if people have a couple drinks perhaps but if you're staggering drunk puking at 8 pm at an event that starts at 7, well, fuck.
Sunday, we met up with out of town guests (and that took some wrangling as it was) for brunch and then to the AGO. They had tickets to the Bowie exhibit which was sold out, and so we went to Ai Wei Wei once more because K hadn't seen it yet and it is a phenomenal show. Stirling started to melt downhalf way in, so I left to change and feed him. Of course the AGO women's loo has a change table, but it's out in the open ( most places put them in the wheelchair large stall now) and the bathroom was empty, so ok. By the time I had him on the table and was de-pantsing him, the washroom was suddenly filled with people. I was praying that it wasn't a hazmat diaper...it wasn't. Had him changed quick as could be. Overall, during all our shenanigans across the city he was a calm content wee cookie.
Walked up through chinatown and then home, where I passed out for 3 hours. My stomach has been bothering me on and off all weekend and I suspect its the endometriosis to be honest, and it'll settle once period time does.
We were gonna bathe the bug tonight but I'll do that tomorrow. I got him a thermometer rubber ducky, we stopped by TIFF lightbox for coffee and in the shop there, a knitted punk sock monkey, got him a baby book which I'll start filling in, and we got him a wee plush chewbacca on clearance. spoiled wee boy.
His ability to hold up his head is vastly improving, and he's also quite chatty and starting to interact with people, smiling when people smile at him.
And the tendonitis is slowly fading away. FInally!
This week it's just class on tuesday, probably a grocery trip sometime this week, bathe boy, maybe a couple walks. All told this weekend with my fitbit: 9miles on Saturday, 5 miles on Saturday....
Oh, and ran into my prof at the gallery, she got to meet Stirling. She spotted me and came over, which sort of surprised me, because well, its outside the school environment and all and I know there's a few people they probably would avoid...:D
It was discussed this weekend that perhaps the key to remaining sane as a parent is incorporating the kid into the already established routines of home, not making the universe revolve around the kid. Instead of making an absolutely silent environment for the kid to sleep, get him used to the sounds of the world around him, that sort of thing and I tend to agree. We do consider his needs on excursions and day to day things but we also have maintained something of our normal life, just folded him in along for the ride. Its easier now when he's a baby, but hopefully as he grows, he's used to restaurants, galleries, travel because these aren't shocking new things that upset him, instead more like new adventures...
I know I'd just be frustrated being a stay at home mom and doing nothing else. I need my work and some of my own time. I love the bug dearly.
( on a last tangent I am SO bloody tired of hearing how C-sec/formula fed babies are doomed to not bond properly with mom,likely to be abused! etc as if it's a definite foregone thing. Yes it was a bit difficult at first but come on, if you hatched the kid vaginally and boob fed from go, I doubt it was all sugar and roses either. And honestly I could not love the boy more. He's fascinating and fun and exhausting and sometimes I just look at him when he sleeps and think how incredible it is, that he's finally here, and when he smiles in the morning when seeing me for the first time that day, I just melt. I could not adore Stirling more. We had a rough start, but we're good now.)
