Tuesday, 21 July 2009

The Tour of France

Apparently there's this big bike race every year through France. Some sort of tour. Whatever, all I know is it's several kilometres long. Dozens even. This year it dipped down through Barcelona for the second time ever, and part of that dip took it about a block away from our flat:

Since I work fairly close to home I was able to step out of the office for a couple of minutes to participate in the excitement. Marie and Oliver saved me a spot. Oliver certainly caught the race fever, as you can see:


The rain was nice enough to let up as they entered the town so we didn't get a drop on us. I was busy operating both the video camera and the still camera at the same time, but I still managed to catch a shot of Lance in the peloton (I think):


Kinda cool to have it happen so close to us. Generally speaking, the best way to have the Tour pass through the town where you're living is to be living in France, so we dodged that bullet.


Monday, 20 July 2009

Worst. Father. Ever.


Last week we were making a curry. Well, Marie was doing most of the making while I tended to Oliver and put him down for his nap. While I was helping cut up some ginger he woke up a little early, so I picked him up, rocked him back down to sleep, and felt pretty good about the whole fatherhood thing.

When he woke up again from his nap he was exceptionally fussy. Normally after a long Sunday afternoon nap he wakes up feeling pretty good about things and life in general--sorta takes after his old man that way. I saw a large red rash on his arm, and right in the very centre of that rash...a single chili seed. Under the seed itself was a welt the exact size and shape of the seed. When I was cutting the ginger I somehow picked up a seed from the adjacent chilis and transferred it to his arm. His little baby skin was so sensitive that it sat there and burned him for nearly an hour. Almost nearly as bad as the fact that I inadvertantly tortured my son for an hour? The fact that he may never like chilis. Yessir, that there is some gooooood parenting. Worst. Father. Ever.

Epilogue: I washed the rash and wiped it down with some milk to neutralise the acid and the rash was gone within the hour. To prove he was none the worse for wear, check out the below video. Still no word on his feelings about chilis.


Birthday Celebrations


Is it too late to post this? Surely not in my world-- I just finished writing Dad's Father's Day card.

This year for some reason we celebrated my birthday more than I ever have, including when my birthdays were in single digits. Except maybe the time we had strawberry cake, with strawberry frosting, strawberry ice cream, and strawberry soda. I remember being very sick.
This year we started off the celebrations with a little flavour tripping party. We had a couple friends over for dinner and after some yummy fajitas we served up slices of lemon, lime and grapefruit, vinegar, sour cherries, goat cheese, and tabasco sauce. Everyone popped a little tablet of miracle fruit in their mouths, let it dissolve, and then tucked in. The miracle fruit (pictured above) has the fantastic property of changing your tastebud receptors so that anything sour tastes sweet after you've rubbed it all over your tongue. Lemon and lime tasted like they were dipped in sugar. The grapefruit was the sweetest one I've ever tasted, as were the cherries. The goat cheese was like rich cheesecake and the tobasco was like really sweet honey bbq sauce.

A few days later on my actual birthday O had an early appt with a dermatologist, starting the day nice and early. As I was showering, Andrew laid out a few presents and cards from friends and family on the bed (thank you again everyone). We rushed out the door to the autistic pediatric dermatologist who, as far as we could tell, either didn't like babies or had never been around them. Unfortunate profession for him to be in. (Oliver got a little of his own back a few weeks later when he peed all over the office during his return appointment).

After the appt I headed over to a few stores to get a diaper changing pad kit I had been wanting. The first store only had it in pink and I kept thinking to myself, "Well, I'm a girl. Pink should work." Didn't occur to me that I have a boy and pink might not be the most appropriate choice. Thankfully I decided to head to another store and found it in red and black.

O and I got home in time for a diaper change before heading out to meet friends
for lunch. My friend Michelle caught me on the way out and gave me a beautiful little bouquet that went perfectly with some greenery that was still hanging on from a bouquet Andrew had put together a week before. Donna and Marta (pictured at right) met me and O at a mall for some lunch and retail therapy. I rarely get lunch and so it was fun to actually eat something more than cheese and crackers during the day and chitchat with friends while doing it. Best part-- there's a Ben & Jerry's stand at that mall. Gelato's great and all but sometimes I just need some B&J.

We shopped for a bit before I got my ice cream and headed home. I thought perhaps the day was done but then we met up with Michelle and Pere for a delicious dinner. I still keep trying to find a time Andrew and I can go back to that restaurant. I don't know why I felt the need to blog about all this. I think it's because I felt so loved and surrounded by good friends and family and a baby who was willing to put up with being out of the house from about 8.30am to midnight. I had been kind of feeling a bit small in the world a few days before this and it made me realize that I have a very special little corner of this world filled with amazing people and I am so happy to have it. If my friendship does half as much for my friends and family as theirs does for me, then it's a little corner that I'm helping to be a happy place.





Thursday, 25 June 2009

More pics and videos...


...because I know you've all been dying to see them. Enjoy the videos and the photos. Hope it works.

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Giggle time

What's better than pictures? How about moving pictures?



More on my youtube channel.

Sunday, 19 April 2009

More Photos

So when we went to eat calcots, on the way home we passed by this lovely little street corner. I don't know if you can tell, but it's where Bastard Passage meets Major Street. The Bastard Passage was enough to be entertaining but when I saw it met up with Major, we couldn't pretend to be mature and pass it by without a photo.

On another note, I've uploaded a few more photos of O here if you're interested.

Saturday, 18 April 2009

The Most Ghetto Easter

I tend to be a bit of a stickler about things like celebrating holidays or keeping up traditions. This year Easter kind of snuck up on me and so our celebrations tended towards pitifulness rather than our usual fabulousness. The Saturday before Easter we had to buy a TV and so we spent the afternoon wandering around two different malls comparing prices. I was a bit tired and so my attempts at gathering things for Andrew and O's Easter baskets were pretty sorry. I did manage to look everywhere I could think of for an egg dying kit, but the closest I could come was a spice bottle labeled "food colorant". We picked that up and hoped adding a little hot water and vinegar to it would at least give us one color to use on our eggs.

Usually we dye eggs on Saturday but after buying the TV we got home and realized we had been overcharged by about 90$. The option at that point was to either have the TV sitting around all weekend making us feel a bit resentful and disappointed every time we saw it or Andrew could carry it back through the subway to the mall and sort it out. We opted for the latter option and by the time he got home it was a bit late to try our egg dying experiment.

Sunday morning I managed to stay awake after feeding O and make our usual Easter banitsa and baklava. When Andrew and I were dating I made him banitsa and baklava on Easter and have done it ever since. Lauritz might remember that first batch of baklava. I had put it all together and then we had to leave for church before I could bake it. When we got back I threw it in the oven and figured it was all fine. It looked good and the flavor was fantastic, but sometime while we were at church the phyllo leaves had managed to turn to mush. It ended up basically being a layer of nuts placed between two layers of slime and covered with a really sweet syrup. Yum.

This year the banitsa and baklava worked out. I also managed to get easter baskets hid so Andrew and O had to find their baskets after church. The baskets were pretty lame, but they did at least have our traditional box of cereal and bottel of soda in them. Well, Andrew's did.

After dinner we were tired but decided that we needed to try to dye our eggs. We mixed the food coloring with a bit of vinegar and water and got a nice yellow color which was only slightly darker than our eggs. I forgot to mention that eggs here are all brown, presenting a bit of a dying challenge when the only dye you have is yellow. Undaunted, we put our egg in and let it sit. Success was minimal but we did manage to get some dye on the egg. Of course the minute we touched it, the dye rubbed off.


The food coloring wasn't working and so we thought maybe we could make our own dye. Since we didn't have 15 yellow onions like one recipe called for, we decided that maybe if we just threw everything green we had in the house in a pot and boiled it down we could use the liquid for a dye. So we threw a little moldy spinach in with some spoiled cilantro, added some boiling water and let it cook. Have you ever noticed how most recipes have you add cilantro after the food is cooked? There's a reason. Boiled cilantro smells nasty. Andrew had to really focus to keep himself from gagging and in the end we were left with a pot full of nasty green fiber and a brown liquid that was only slightly different from the eggs' natural color.

I think we tried dying eggs in that liquid but at that point the kitchen smelled too nasty for us to want to continue our fun with dyes. Cooked cilantro is bad enough, but cooked cilantro with vinegar just got vile.

At the store I had picked up a traditional cake that gets decorated with feathers and other miscellaneous crap on Easter. I had some leftover cream cheese frosting that I figured would work and bought some squeezable nutella-ish spread. The cake itself looked like a giant sugar coated donut so I had high hopes for it. Well, I could barely keep myself from peeing my pants as we decorated it because the chocolate stuff just came out of the tube looking vulgar and then when we ate the cake we were forced to remember that it was a european cake and so no matter how moist and delicious it looks, it will end up being stale and dry. On top of that, it was a Spanish cake and so that meant that they threw some anise seeds in it just to up the yum factor. So our Easter cake was a giant stale anise donut with runny cream cheese frosting and chocolate turds on top. Happy Easter.

In an attempt to end the day on a better note, Andrew decided to fill one of his Easter bunnies with some of the leftover frosting. He bit off its ears and poured some in, took a bite, and sprouted at least a few cavities. This is after having a bite of cake and piece or two of baklava. Gag Gag Gag. We had to each eat an egg just to counteract the sugar that was coursing through our veins at that point.

But since we have a baby now and would look like bad parents if we didn't post some pictures of him, here are a few we took on Easter after church. Of course being the bad mother that I am, I forgot about buying him an Easter outfit so there's nothing special about the photos. Oh, and the day after Easter we found a little time to finally rid our freezer of a little Vitamin P. That story isn't really blog appropriate so I'll have to email it to whoever is interested.