Of course that meant trying to weave my bulky pregnant belly through the crowds to a place where we could see the action. this year, we were confident our timing would be perfect, until we stopped off at delfina for wine, house cured salume, and pizza (with spring onions and guanciale). during our leisurely lunch, we sat next to another couple with a wee one. Theirs was a daughter a couple months older than toby. They were kinda different from us. For example, as we ate the breadsticks at our table, it occurred to us that toby might enjoy them, so we focused our resolve on not eating them all before he woke up. At their table, when the wee one got a hold of a breadstick the air suddenly filled with panicked screaming as the mom raced over, stuck all her fingers into her daughters mouth, and pulled out a drool soaked (and rather mushy I might add) chunk of breadstick. The panicked screaming was followed by grumpy and uncomfortable crying from the daughter and wimpering apologies from her dad for allowing her to get a hold of the offending breadstick. When we went to leave, the mom asked if toby was crawling yet and I said that, crazy enough, he was actually walking already. She said you mean he’s “cruising”, our daughter is doing that too. Not knowing what cruising was I of course asked, “you mean for chicks?” she gave an awkward laugh and then she turned back to me and recited a line that I got the impression she uses often “well, by kindergarten, they’ll all be walking and potty trained, right?” she laughed awkwardly again. I said I sure hoped so and we handed toby a breadstick and headed off to meet isaac and show toby some scantily clad dancers in feathered headdresses. as we walked Jon and I laughed at how weird the interaction had been and how awesome we are in comparison. of course, moments later we had to stop patting ourselves on the back as we reached the parade just as the last car rounded the corner and headed back to the staging area. we may not be quite as awesome as we thought, but we did learn some things: 9 is too early, 2 is too late, and guanciale is delicious.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
toby of the day, 5.25.2008
In 2006 we attended our first carnivale parade here in the city. Because it was our first, and because jon was worried that we might miss it, we were two of the first people on the street and we sat quietly on a curb for an hour and a half or so, awaiting the floats full of scantily clad dancers in feathered headdresses. Apparently, the parade doesn't move very fast, so while it might start somewhere at 9, that somewhere was not at the curb where we were sitting. In 2007, we timed our attendance better so that we arrived when the parade was bustling. 
Of course that meant trying to weave my bulky pregnant belly through the crowds to a place where we could see the action. this year, we were confident our timing would be perfect, until we stopped off at delfina for wine, house cured salume, and pizza (with spring onions and guanciale). during our leisurely lunch, we sat next to another couple with a wee one. Theirs was a daughter a couple months older than toby. They were kinda different from us. For example, as we ate the breadsticks at our table, it occurred to us that toby might enjoy them, so we focused our resolve on not eating them all before he woke up. At their table, when the wee one got a hold of a breadstick the air suddenly filled with panicked screaming as the mom raced over, stuck all her fingers into her daughters mouth, and pulled out a drool soaked (and rather mushy I might add) chunk of breadstick. The panicked screaming was followed by grumpy and uncomfortable crying from the daughter and wimpering apologies from her dad for allowing her to get a hold of the offending breadstick. When we went to leave, the mom asked if toby was crawling yet and I said that, crazy enough, he was actually walking already. She said you mean he’s “cruising”, our daughter is doing that too. Not knowing what cruising was I of course asked, “you mean for chicks?” she gave an awkward laugh and then she turned back to me and recited a line that I got the impression she uses often “well, by kindergarten, they’ll all be walking and potty trained, right?” she laughed awkwardly again. I said I sure hoped so and we handed toby a breadstick and headed off to meet isaac and show toby some scantily clad dancers in feathered headdresses. as we walked Jon and I laughed at how weird the interaction had been and how awesome we are in comparison. of course, moments later we had to stop patting ourselves on the back as we reached the parade just as the last car rounded the corner and headed back to the staging area. we may not be quite as awesome as we thought, but we did learn some things: 9 is too early, 2 is too late, and guanciale is delicious.
Of course that meant trying to weave my bulky pregnant belly through the crowds to a place where we could see the action. this year, we were confident our timing would be perfect, until we stopped off at delfina for wine, house cured salume, and pizza (with spring onions and guanciale). during our leisurely lunch, we sat next to another couple with a wee one. Theirs was a daughter a couple months older than toby. They were kinda different from us. For example, as we ate the breadsticks at our table, it occurred to us that toby might enjoy them, so we focused our resolve on not eating them all before he woke up. At their table, when the wee one got a hold of a breadstick the air suddenly filled with panicked screaming as the mom raced over, stuck all her fingers into her daughters mouth, and pulled out a drool soaked (and rather mushy I might add) chunk of breadstick. The panicked screaming was followed by grumpy and uncomfortable crying from the daughter and wimpering apologies from her dad for allowing her to get a hold of the offending breadstick. When we went to leave, the mom asked if toby was crawling yet and I said that, crazy enough, he was actually walking already. She said you mean he’s “cruising”, our daughter is doing that too. Not knowing what cruising was I of course asked, “you mean for chicks?” she gave an awkward laugh and then she turned back to me and recited a line that I got the impression she uses often “well, by kindergarten, they’ll all be walking and potty trained, right?” she laughed awkwardly again. I said I sure hoped so and we handed toby a breadstick and headed off to meet isaac and show toby some scantily clad dancers in feathered headdresses. as we walked Jon and I laughed at how weird the interaction had been and how awesome we are in comparison. of course, moments later we had to stop patting ourselves on the back as we reached the parade just as the last car rounded the corner and headed back to the staging area. we may not be quite as awesome as we thought, but we did learn some things: 9 is too early, 2 is too late, and guanciale is delicious.
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