'city is a piece of ship.

Boarding time 2:30, Departure time 2:45. You get special treatment on airplanes if you have a baby- scratch that, you get special treatment everywhere with a baby, you gotta get one.

If you turn a sharp corner while you're walking, people begin to get a real "screw you" look on their face, then they look down, see the baby, and so suddenly and sincerely they get apologetic for almost trampling you and your little darling.
Feed going up. Look around and make stupid faces at other babies who are older than Trout, they laugh back instantly because they know how stupid we really look. Discuss surprise over all the lakes we see once we begin our descent. Feed landing. Tuck Trout into baby bjorn. Once everyone else on the plane has gotten off, we quickly gather our things and get off, apologizing profusely for taking so long. Pilot "is this her first time flying?", us " yeah, doesn't she look excited?", him "let's get a picture of her in the cockpit!", us "yes."



Arrival time: 5:30, stuff baby into car seat, and into super comfy limo car, with super friendly/knowledgeable driver, 30 minute drive to city (city I can't help falling for over and over again).Happily go to Halifax Pub the Henry House, eat delicious food, get puked on by baby, and in friendly east coast fashion, feel like it's really okay to hand crying baby over to owner of Pub who wants to hold her while i finish my meal. Baby not kidnapped by owner of HH, comes back to Ben and Justine's perfect apt. with lots of light and healthy plants. Sleep, wake up, do first day things- walk, eat, shop... have dinner with hilarious newlyweds and nearly parents, rekindle love for apples to apples, go to bed in cozy room.

the next two days the weather was gorgeous, took a stroll through the public gardens and through point pleasant and I realize that visiting in the winter, although not without its charm, has nothing on an east coast fall.

Thanksgiving dinner was delicious (thank you Ben)

I took a break from writing this blog, and my train of thought and memories of the trip have faded a bit, so enough about it. Basically what happens in Halifax every single time I go, is that the city seduces me, I will live there.

playtime

I've been trying hard to keep Adair's toys in corners, in baskets, under tables and chairs- hidden. I've been trying to hide the signs that we have a baby living among us. Why? because when I was imagining, dreaming and wishing about the first home I would have as an adult, I completely forgot to factor in the part where I would have a family, and not be the only one living in the house- a realization that is making me wonder about the self-centeredness i didn't think I had, because I think I'm just so perfectly well-adjusted (read sarcasm). So in an effort to make this feel more like her home too, we invested in a large, space hogging contraption that makes the walls and decorations fade behind its circus like colours... we got us an exersaucer. and dedicated a small part of the room to Adair's things.There is nothing cozier than a house that feels lived in, and what better sign of life than a baby's items drenched in warm drool? our living room has a lot of life.

little addy two two

oh and on friday night adair went to an art opening featuring izzy pouliot's sheet paintings and drew mosley's coffee and ink drawings. this is what adair wore (thanks edna li for the most fem onesie ever):





and this is the artwork she enjoyed:

make it.

I'm trying to start a list of things that i want to do to at home. The idea, while I'm on leave with Adair, is that i will try to spend all of this free time i have to make and fix things around the house. I also want to learn how to sew properly so that i can reupholster furniture and maybe make some clothes that fit me nicely, but mostly the dream home stuff. I'm hoping that i might develop a serious interest in a functional craft or skill.

I spent the day looking for inspiration... mostly on the bddw site.

Don't they look like they're having fun?
I wish I could visit an adult sleepover camp for people to make things. It would look like that picture during leisure hours, and I would finally learn how to sew.

and it would be like this during furniture making class:

I think I belong in that little crowd.