"Hey, you complainin' about the late Four Picture Friday? C'mere, I'll rap you with this here hammer."
Yes, we've been busy with a lot of preparations. Besides making a pop-up tombstone (above) there has been Grandad to help...
Wigs to try on...
Giant pumpkins to pressure test...
And candy to count. There are yet a few more things to take care of so Kid Kaboom and I better take off. We hope your Hallowe'en is spooky and fun.
Chimpy overcomes her fear of Hallowe'en decorations.
Plumber Chimpy: It's a good thing you called me in. Whoever started this project didn't know the first thing about drains.
Plumber Chimpy: Let me just tighten a few of these nuts and you'll be set for the inspector.
Inspector Kitty Cat: The sink mount looks good, but I'm going to have to get my colleague before signing off on that bathtub.
Inspector Kitty Cat: What do you think?
At best I figured it'd be a babypalooza with playpens, ball pits, etc. At worst, I thought it'd be a bunch of clubbers and hipsters trying to prove they could be both parents and cool.
It turned out to be an uncomfortable mix of the two. The real problem, though, was it was way too loud for little ones (it welcomes kids 6mos to 7 years, but should really be for 4 year olds and up) and a little hyperstimulating, too. It didn't take long for the scene to wear thin, so the papas suggested we move the party to Foley's Irish Pub around the corner. Twenty minutes and two pints later our nerves were much restored.
Chimpy: Is that mom wearing a gold halter top with leopard-print platform shoes?
Sis: Get your mom's BART tickets and we'll blow this joint.
Final verdict... Baby Loves Disco: thumbs down, Hanging out with Sis: thumbs up!
Working with Mama.
Playing with Daddy.
On our way to Chimpy's friend Sis' house, we picked up some rice for Chimpy's dinner. Chimpy got into it en route.
Here, Chimpy and Sis share a banana and race to see who can eat it fastest.
Chimpy gets her first taxi ride and her second greatest compliment. Our Somali driver said, "Your daughter is very beautiful. In my country we have arranged marriages, I would be very happy if your daughter was to marry my youngest son." We exchanged cards.
Chimpy and daddy crash a wedding.
We stayed two nights on Algonquin Island just a short ferry ride on Lake Ontario from downtown Toronto. There was an Ironman going on and Chimpy thought she could make the swim back to downtown.
We opted to take the ferry instead.
Chimpy's fondest dream realized: meeting a dog on the streetcar.
Chimpy's Travel Tips: Kids, be sure to eat the smallest morsel for breakfast so you are good and hungry and cranky for your flight. That'll teach your parents to not buy you your own seat.
Goodbye, Toronto. We love you!
