So, Aaron is in Chicago this weekend, so we girls are all on our own. Ruby hasn't been sleeping very well (which stems from our trip West last month), but we've been keeping busy, so it hasn't been as hard as I'd expected. On Friday she had a play date with most of the members of our Mom's group (which only meets occasionally now that most of the moms are back at work). Today we have a couple dates with some of my girlfriends. And yesterday, we hit the Milk Bar.
I've decided that Daddy-O's Milk Bar is one of my favourite places in Toronto. I went there with Jo on Monday and we returned (this time with Lauren as well) yesterday. Now, it doesn't quite match the magic of the hipster all-hotdog restaurant, but the menu consists of about 10 kinds of milkshakes, 10 desert waffles and some savory crepes and sandwiches. The price is right, they're incredibly kid friendly and they played Carole King's Tapestry in it's entirety yesterday. The people who frequent it seem to be really nice too -- yesterday I saw a dad pointing to a big picture of The Beatles on the wall, quizzing his four your old son on which Beatle was which. Sigh.
On the crafty front, I have so much swimming in my head that I can't stand it. I'm still working on Fairly Easy Fair Isle (sleeves almost done, pics to come tomorrow once A brings the camera home from Chicago), I need to finish Kate, I have yarn already for more Jess Hutch stuff plus a pair of socks, I'm thinking about ordering the Glampyre Urban Shawl and One Skein Wonder patterns and I have my eye on the Kirsten Dunst Spiderman cap. I also haven't touched my sewing machine yet nor have I explored the Jenny Hart Sublime Stitching kit that I got at a closing-out sale almost a year ago. Plus, I'm really itching to try one of the porn rug hook kits which you can find here. For a girl with very few FOs to show lately, I've got a lot of crafting to do! And I'm not even thinking about the fact that I have to start writing to make some money because my maternity benefits run out at the end of the month. Well, trying not to think about it, at least.