Teeth

The trip to Grand Forks was the most fun I've had in a while and before it was over I was already counting down the days to next year's trip. We brought back about $500 worth of stuff, (groceries, clothes, baby, alcohol...) and you have no idea how amazing it felt to blow through that money so fast. Bob and I have been living paycheck to paycheck for a long time and I saved up for this trip for 3 months.

I've known for a while that I have a bit of a shopping addiction, but I only brought cash down with me so there was no way I could get myself into any trouble. Once the money was gone, that was it for me. In three hours I had blown through 3/4 of my allowance. Bob paid for our meals, so at least I didn't starve.

Due to the poor timing of the hockey games, (they played 3 games in a day,) we didn't get to have a big party where everyone got drunk together because everyone was so tired, but Bob and I did have a hilarious night of drinking with 3 other members of the team in their hotel room. Last year Bob and I put together a video of the weekend with a highlights reel of footage I shot at the games and also a montage of party footage. I only shot 2 games, and didn't get any drunk-cam type stuff, so I don't know if there will be a video. It's nice using my skills to shoot and edit once in a while. I wish I could do it more often.

Anyway, I missed my baby just 5 minutes after leaving the house. I had pictures of her on my camera and I flipped through them and watched the videos of her eating avocado. The second day of the trip I enjoyed myself and stopped worrying about her. The final day though, my sister texted and told me that Tesla's 2 bottom teeth were coming in!

That's it! Back to Canada!!!

The whole way home I just wanted to hold my baby and see her two little teeth. We were practically driving in a whiteout, so it took forever. We even played car-ride games to help stay awake. We finally get home and I'm so happy, I rush inside to say hi to my baby... I pick her up... She looks at me... And starts crying! I guess I'll be keeping these cute hair barrettes all to myself if that's how you want to play it.

She warmed up pretty quick. And her two little teeth are adorable. It's hard getting a picture because her tongue is always in the way and the teeth haven't fully come in, otherwise I would have posted that by now.

Next year at this time she'll be 18 months old and I don't know if we'll be bringing her with us to the next Grand Forks hockey tournament, or if we can find someone to house-sit again for us, but I'll post the advertisement now: Attractive Couple Seeks Mature, Responsible Person to Take Care of 1 Baby and 3 Cats in Their Home For a Weekend in March, 2014. Serious Inquiries Only.

Weekend Without the Wee One

Tomorrow Bob and I leave for our trip to Grand Forks. His hockey team plays a fun tournament there every year against some teams from their league, but also against some American teams too. I'm not really sure how this tradition came about, or whose idea it was, but what I do know is that it is a boys weekend and the boys like to get drunk.

Women and children are allowed to tag along. This woman will not be bringing any children along with her though. Last year at the tournament I was in my first trimester, super sick, and a huge sober bitch. I need alcohol and I need a vacation. I might even smoke a flavoured cigarello just to really live it up!

My sister will be staying at my apartment, tending to the cats and baby. She is inexperienced to the point that my mother will be visiting frequently. (Mom's idea, not mine.) However, I have every confidence that she will get along fine. She had better. I'm not driving back to Canada if something goes wrong. Someone will have to die before I cut this vacation short. I am operating under the assumption that this is the only vacation I will have for the rest of the year.

Here's what I'm most looking forward to about our trip:

• Sleeping in.
• Not cooking.
• Not cleaning.
• Swimming.
• Drinking.
• Shopping.
• Peace and quiet.
• Making fun of Bob when he throws up.

Sure in my drunken stupor I'll probably start to cry about how much I miss my little baby, but in the morning when I'm all hungover, I'll be damn glad we didn't take her with us. Bob will probably feel the same. It's not very often you get to dump your kid(s) on someone for the weekend and just leave town. We're really lucky we're able to do this and I don't feel guilty at all.

Cheers, to no responsibilities.