Empty Nesting
Timbit has been feeling a little lonely not having hoards of fans storming the now that Hotel Clarmitage has quieted down for the season. Saturday, Sammy finally got to pow wow with his pen pal Isla who was finishing up a tour of Ontario. Isla was in town from Sackville, NB and Suave Sammy manage to convince her to squeeze him in to her chalked full social schedule before flying back to New Brunswick.... Despite feeling less than pafait from his teething torture, Smoothe Sam Man was still able to woo and impress his lovely lady friend who is 4 months his junior. Timbit gorged himseld with mixed bag of brunchy eats and treats before passing out from a food coma and fraternizing fatigue. Sunday was hardly a day of rest for young Samuel, we spent the day firing up a farewell Fiesta for Sammer Senior who whisked off back to Tanzania after 3 weeks here in the homeland. We used the excuse to invite over half of our street and Sarah C who was also fresh back from a visit to Tanzania….Needless to say all of these galloping globetrotting guests have more than whetted the Sam Man’s taste for adventure and he now stressed with where to set forth on his first global adventure…..India is high atop the list given the boys preference and desire for their gastronomical goodies!
Timbit has been a bit of a Molar Monster over the past week…..the poor devil has been hammered with fever, crimson red cheeks, soupy diapers and a need to jam his fists in his mouth. One molar has cut through with a handful more about to erupt through his gums…the pain and suffering has taken its toll on us all and led to the ingestion of lots of soothing chewy food and baby Tylenol by Timbit and free flowing boozies on the part of the sympathetic spectators. Tuesday we rolled out the red carpet for a visit from Sweet Sophie and maman Rachel…we took the opportunity to scout out the East York Farmers Market whilst the fresh fruit is still in abundance….The Tortured Teether was less than impressed by the ‘organic outing’….one knows they are in trouble with a Sour Sam on their hands if he refuses all food and drink offerings…not even fresh baking or fruit could numb and quiet the pained little lad. We made it home after a long, loud and tearful trip home..funny how a 20 minute stroll with a wailing child translates into what feels like a 20 hour session in a torture chamber. The battered boy made a miraculous recovery once we reached home to the porch where the boy could roam free and show off his tricks and schtick to his lady guests…..with his spirits perked, Sam Man hammed it up for Sweet Sophie and Rachel. The mommies rewarded themselves with a sizeable bowl of Kawartha Dairies ice cream after the disastrous outing. Sage Sammy managed to simmer back to sweet spirits as he knew that he had a bday party on tap in the later afternoon for one of his little daycare friends. After bidding adieu to his afternoon guests, Sam Man cleaned spiffed and spruced himself up for his pal Tyler’s bday party across the street at the daycare. Ohh was the wee man pumped to be able to revel and rock with all of his fav toys and pals alongside a supersize spread of Scooby Snax. I loosened up and allowed the little lad to sample some bday cake for the occasion….Sly Sammy manage to dig into both his piece of cake as well as those belonging to his unsuspecting seat partners….Needless to say the Efferfecent Eater was coated head to toe with cake and icing by the time the party wound down. Papa and I then exited for our final soccer game of the season whilst sammy hung out with TaTa who looked after the spent Sam Social. The poor guy crashed at 6:30 PM and was down for the count until 7:30 the next morning…..the entertaining machine seriously had the life sucked right out of him.
Chatty Cathy Kidlet keeps spouting out new words and expressions….he is definitely not a shy guy when it comes to wanting to express himself…the latest words are POP his word for bubbles and Bub Bub for his bottle…..Maman is of course rates high atop his list of favorite and endearing words
Little Labouring Lad is now looking to lay low for Labour Day weelend and refuel to ensure a fun and productive kick off to the fall season.
Timbit has been a bit of a Molar Monster over the past week…..the poor devil has been hammered with fever, crimson red cheeks, soupy diapers and a need to jam his fists in his mouth. One molar has cut through with a handful more about to erupt through his gums…the pain and suffering has taken its toll on us all and led to the ingestion of lots of soothing chewy food and baby Tylenol by Timbit and free flowing boozies on the part of the sympathetic spectators. Tuesday we rolled out the red carpet for a visit from Sweet Sophie and maman Rachel…we took the opportunity to scout out the East York Farmers Market whilst the fresh fruit is still in abundance….The Tortured Teether was less than impressed by the ‘organic outing’….one knows they are in trouble with a Sour Sam on their hands if he refuses all food and drink offerings…not even fresh baking or fruit could numb and quiet the pained little lad. We made it home after a long, loud and tearful trip home..funny how a 20 minute stroll with a wailing child translates into what feels like a 20 hour session in a torture chamber. The battered boy made a miraculous recovery once we reached home to the porch where the boy could roam free and show off his tricks and schtick to his lady guests…..with his spirits perked, Sam Man hammed it up for Sweet Sophie and Rachel. The mommies rewarded themselves with a sizeable bowl of Kawartha Dairies ice cream after the disastrous outing. Sage Sammy managed to simmer back to sweet spirits as he knew that he had a bday party on tap in the later afternoon for one of his little daycare friends. After bidding adieu to his afternoon guests, Sam Man cleaned spiffed and spruced himself up for his pal Tyler’s bday party across the street at the daycare. Ohh was the wee man pumped to be able to revel and rock with all of his fav toys and pals alongside a supersize spread of Scooby Snax. I loosened up and allowed the little lad to sample some bday cake for the occasion….Sly Sammy manage to dig into both his piece of cake as well as those belonging to his unsuspecting seat partners….Needless to say the Efferfecent Eater was coated head to toe with cake and icing by the time the party wound down. Papa and I then exited for our final soccer game of the season whilst sammy hung out with TaTa who looked after the spent Sam Social. The poor guy crashed at 6:30 PM and was down for the count until 7:30 the next morning…..the entertaining machine seriously had the life sucked right out of him.
Chatty Cathy Kidlet keeps spouting out new words and expressions….he is definitely not a shy guy when it comes to wanting to express himself…the latest words are POP his word for bubbles and Bub Bub for his bottle…..Maman is of course rates high atop his list of favorite and endearing words
Little Labouring Lad is now looking to lay low for Labour Day weelend and refuel to ensure a fun and productive kick off to the fall season.
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