have friends who recently returned, after many years stateside, and we figured we ought to visit.
Our drive up was uneventful. We tried to stop in Jenni’s hometown, but found the region flooded.
Undaunted, we continued north, until we found the town of Kitchener, Ontario. There we did all things Canadian, including:
1. Kayaking, under duress (yes, that’s Eric draining his leaky kayak, for the 4th? 5th? time that day).
2. Geocaching. (psst! That's our 50th find, finally.)
3. Visiting Toronto.
4. Eating maple-infused products (including sticky buns and ice cream).
5. Listening to Canadians list their most notorious Colossal mistakes, in hono(u)r of Canada Day (did you know someone in Canada came up with fruit flavo(u)red potato chips?). We are told this reflects the Canadian ability for honest self-introspection and is best done on Canada day.
What does this have to do with the baby, which is, after all, the subject of this web site? Not much, except to confirm that:
1. The life vest still fits (and dare we say it? Jenni hasn’t moved the straps in 2 weeks!).
2. If we plan to visit the Canadians next year, will we need a passport for the baby?
3. We’re not sure the baby likes Canada. S/he stopped kicking for nearly a day when we first got there.
1 comment:
The baby stopped kicking, huh? Must be the higher gravity and increased exposure to cosmic radiation in Ontario. As a result of your weeklong exposure to Canadian elements, your baby will grow up stronger, faster and with a more intesely developed sense of irony than most of her/his US born peers.
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