Taking an unnapped one-year old (omg, she's one!) to a nice restaurant is like taking a ticking time-bomb with you and having no idea when it's going to go off. You know it's going to explode and only when is the question.
Today is Canada's Thanksgiving. My lunatic family was here for the past week and I'm thankful that the week is almost over. Amen.
OMG, did I just say that?
Anyways, moving right along, my parents planned a wonderful meal for us downtown and we showed up with our little time-bomb and no Jack Bauer to save us. I couldn't for the life of me get a nap into her before leaving and I knew it was a matter of time before complete meltdown ensued.
Thankfully (see, it really IS Thanksgiving day) the restaurant was near empty and we had the most amazing host for our dinner. When my Mom made the reservation she mentioned that Bumper was going to grace us with her presence and ask if they had a highchair to accommodate her majesty. The place was happy to serve a wee one year old and asked about Bumper's favourite character or animal because they would make her a balloon animal. Mom said she is crazy about Curious George and all things monkey related (she gets that from me) and made the reservation for dinner.
When Mom told me about the balloon animal I didn't think much, I mean, you've seen one wiener dog, you've seen them all. Hey kid, here's a wiener dog, and look, now it's a kitten.
Anyhow, when we arrived for our turkey, the host seated us and later before we had dessert, he brought out this:
Have you ever seen a more beautiful balloon monkey in your life?
EVER?
I don't think so. Check it:
Turns out John, our host, does this for children's parties so if you live in Toronto and want more information just drop me a comment and I can forward you his contact stuff. He makes toy, cartoon and wearable balloons and he's not pushy. I actually had to ask him if he did this professionally and I mean it when I say this guy is talented and good with kids. I was impressed.
So I think it bought us an extra 20 minutes on the time-bomb detonator and prevented a mid cheese cake explosion. Which is always important to avoid.
Because I love me some pumpkin cheesecake with parlines on top.
10 comments:
holy freakin crap - that monkey is some kind of awesome.
That monkey is freakin' psychadelic! Did she love it?
That's amazing! I'd love his contact info: metro_mama@hotmail.com
Happy thanksgiving!
I need that contact info too! What an amazing monkey!
jewishgirl69@hotmail.com
wow, that monkey was cool.
it's funny how when you have something planned for the day you can never get them to nap or their nap turns out to be 20min!
glad you got to enjoy the cheesecake!
Whoa, dude, that is SOME balloon monkey!
And mmmmm, cheesecake.
OH. MY. GOD. Holy balloon art. I must have his info ... sounds like the perfect party guy ... I have friends that would die for this.
I am totally blown away (har har) by the monkey! And glad you got to enjoy your dinner!
SO glad you had a good meal out. That is awesome. What did Bumper think of the Monkey?
BTW, the picture of Bumper and her daddy in your last post is so great. I've been staring at it forever. Makes the heart swell.
I'm in awe of your monkey. (And I don't say that to everybody!)
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