Splish splash, Mick MAC and a little bundle of buglia, stories from the Carr family for week 2
Geek
Greetings from a new computer… Well, OK the computer can’t talk but because I am hitting the nifty little illuminated black keys on my new silver Mac Book Pro in the way I am, in some way it is the computer doing the communicating. I have been waiting for a replacement laptop since my first ever MAC bit the bullet 7 months ago. It was nice that the school was able to loan me a temporary replacement laptop, but the problem is that it was missing software, was very lacking in hard drive space and the battery lasted about 2 and half minutes, if I was lucky. Now I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I am sure happy that I got the call this week to come and pick up my new laptop, so I could write a blog.
Buglia
It was a busy 4 months, and a somewhat hot summer in our new house in Mississauga, so the trip all the way to North York General Hospital WAS going to end with a baby. Being our second time around, we had somewhat of an idea of what to expect and the understanding that with the second child, the tempo ramps up a little. After arriving at the hospital for a second time in a week, and a quick check we find out that things were not quiet ready. In fact the message from the nurse was “I think you can go home and come back later”. Living 30 minutes away, that was not an option and Nathalie made that point very clear to the nurse and it would seem that she relented a little. She suggested, we leave the hospital for some labour inducing mall walking up the street, so we headed off to a closed Fairview mall for some “old people” laps.
It worked, but only a little and when we arrived back at the hospital, we laid it out on the line. “Look, if we leave this hospital, we are NOT coming back” Nathalie confided to the nurse. She decided to admit us, show us to the birthing suite, hop Nathalie up on some drugs and start the ball rolling. The whole process seemed so different from the last time for us. Although we were only a couple of doors down from the room Jordyn was born in, the staff was different and the total number of bodies, in and out of the room was a lot lower, it seemed that we were at a different hospital. Dr. Brown was the same, so that was one thing I guess. Like we were told, the second time around went much faster.
The night progressed well and at one point, the Dr. came in and said something like, “ok, I will be back at around 8 to deliver” and then he left. But that was not meant to be. Around 7:30, hard labour started, and with no sign of the Dr. because he had gone home to freshen up for the start of his day, the two nurses started to freak out a little. “Someone call Dr. Brown, she is NOT waiting!” A short time later, with only seconds to spare, the Dr. came running in and said, “looks like we are going to have a baby!” It seemed like only a few minutes later, after a few hard pushes, the joyful cry of a newborn filled the room. A newborn in age but a baby the size of a three month old! “10.2” said one of the nurses, and in our arms was our BGB.
Pool
So we have a pool. It is not a huge pool, but big enough to get in a splash around and cool off in the hot summer sun. It is about 11 feet wide, and 25 feet long but that includes an attached hot tub/spa. You can’t swim laps, but it is a perfect lounging pool. It was something that we had talked about for next year, but by doing it this year, we saved the HST and we don’t have to pay for a year anyway, so it is like we are getting it next year! With only one more part to hook up now, we are 95% there, and loving it. If you are in the area, and want to swim, bring food and drinks and call first.
In Closing
I do some DJ’ing on the side and this summer has been very busy with weddings. Because of the heat, I have been wearing my shorts for the setup and at the last possible minute changing into my suit and the dreaded socks. So far, I have only forgotten my tie one time, but I think I still looked OK in my jacket. Jump to Saturday, and the bad traffic on the 401, I was already running about 15 minutes later then I wanted to be. That meant running a little extra fast with the gear to get setup in time. The wedding was on the 33 floor of the Sutton Place, so with only one service elevator, the two trips up and down, pushed me just a little further behind schedule.
With about 5 minutes to spare, I drop a CD of light dinner music in the player, and grab my suit for the quick run to the bathroom to change. Socks first (always my rule), then shirt and now the pants… Where are my pants? Jacket is there on the hanger, with NO pants underneath. Take the socks off, put the summer shoes back on and re-trace my steps, because I KNOW I had them when I left the house. Nothing around the equipment, in the kitchen, or the hallway leading to the room, so maybe the car? Down 33 floors in the world’s slowest elevator, run to my car and still nothing. The Bell Hop sees my concern, and says, “Did you loose your pants? I tried catching you when I found them on the sidewalk, but I missed you!” Thank GOD!
Wearing my pants I say, thanks for reading and have a great and safe week.
Jim