Shameless mommy blogging

Warning: The following is endless blathering about how interesting my kids are lately. This verbal diarreah does not mean to assume any sort of developmental superiority of my children. It is more likely an indication of how my kids may one day end up on the wrong side of law. Also, it is an indication that I have no life.

Avery is becoming ever more verbal. He doesn't do party tricks like Bowie did (Bruce Lee and Jet Li imitations) but he's now able to say, "Moy!" (don't want it), juice, nai-nai (milk), wo-wo sit!, blast off!, and "play!" but he still can't quite say "Mommy" with any kind of clarity or consistency. If he sees any exposed thigh or belly, he runs at it to give it a big, sloppy razz (which sometimes turns into a bite). He learns words that are of personal interest quickly if not accurately (Jello is Je-no, marshmallow is ma-no-no). And the boy is learning to fight! If he has a long stick of any kind, he'll run at people yelling "Da-da!" which means "Hit-hit!" Today, he was playing with the condensation on the window and he gave my sister a questioning look. "Moisture" didn't work with him so she told him, "Sup, sup" meaning "wet" which her repeated over and over as he slapped at the window.

Bowie is up to all her old tricks and some new ones. Today, she lost sight of us for a moment at Ikea. She let out short gasp of fear and realization then walked back to where we were last but still did not see us (it was crowded). I watched as she approached a nice looking old lady and said, "Excuse me. Where is my mommy?" Good for her.

But my latest favourite is when she pulled a "sword" from her back, pointed it at him and demanded, "BOW TO ME!"

You tell him, Bowie.

Restaurant Review: The Rushton

One kid-less evening, the hubby and I knew vaguely that we wanted a very nice yet fairly casual dinner but didn't want to go to our usual spots. Driving along St.Clair West, I told him to "Stop the car!" because a pleasant looking corner restaurant with large windows immediately beckoned with the promise of good times. From the street, I noticed stacked stone walls lit with LED lights contrasted by antique light fixtures hung from the ceiling and candles at the tables. It was almost full for Monday night around 6:30 which was another indication that this was likely a good place to go. The menu had many of my favourites such as moule et frites, crab cakes, braised lamb shanks, and duck confit. It also had some impressive looking burgers. All in all, the food was mostly very good, the servers young, attractive, and pleasant, and atmosphere great. Definitely worth another visit.