little miss big smoke

So we are back from the country (sounds so chi-chi, n'est pas?) and I'm glad to be back in the big smoke, t-dot, ta-ronna, however you want to call it, the city. I've got a lot to talk about but unfortunately I only have a few minutes to bang this out because husband had a long first-day back at the office and I've got some things to do (you know: feed the baby, wash the baby, blah, blah, blah...) and somehow blogging has been pushed to the back of the line (argghhhh but Bumper does take first place!).

I want to start out by saying I was weepy this past Friday thinking about how all the TO moms were getting together and I couldn't be there. Husband tried to console me by saying "the weather is really bad down there... I'm sure they canceled" to which I replied "they are smart women, they will have a back up plan". And of course they did. I'm really glad they had a great experience so I will cancel anything and everything to be there next time (there will be a next time, right? RIGHT?). Thanks for all the wonderful comments on my last lazy post. It was really cool to hear from the Toronto ladies (really FREAKIN' cool!) and of course, everyone else. OK so enough with the blathering (slap back of both hands while never leaving the keyboard... oh so talented) and on with the show post.

Bumper had a great time with her grandparents this weekend. They spoiled her ROT-TEN! They did so much for her. Three cheers for grandparent spoilage. I don't mean to brag but I'm gonna brag. They got her a wagon:

park it over by the sandbox, good man (aka granddad)

And a swing under the pergola. Yes the pergola! They built this beautiful structure right next to the pool (I tell ya, I married up - I SAID UP!). I'm kidding. They are just good people who know how to live (before any of you start itchin' and thinking how you can bump me off and steal husband). Oh yes... back to the swing:

hmmmm.... I need to move this closer to the cabana

And (YES AND!) they got her a little covered boat for the pool:

what's that dad? you expect me to get into that thing? that titanic of a thing?

But she didn't like that last one very much. She cried until I took her out of the seat (meanwhile, I'm thinking "how do I get me one of these?"). Then (per usual) I was her pool bitch. I had to carry her all around maintaining the perfect distance between the water and her body parts so said water would ne'r touch the madame's precious toes (said towwwww-z). And of course I acquiesced 'cos yo, I'm her beee-atch.

Okay enough about the spoilage. I swear at this rate they are going to have to buy her a car for her sweet sixteen. Actually, that might not be a bad thing.

So when I have more time (HA!) I will regale you with my family adventure on a deserted back-field road between severe electrical storms while encountering Borat and then leading him to Toronto. Actually it's not as exciting as it sounds so I'll stop talking right now.