On Friday night, after Christmas shopping for the myriad of nieces and nephews I would see Saturday, I took my three into Chapters where we bought books (of course) and waited for Andrew who had driven deeper into Montreal to pick up a motor. The absolute highlight of my weekend (with a few exceptions that I'll get to in a minute) was sitting in the Chapters Starbucks overlooking the hum and bustle of the bookstore, drinking the Mezzo Latte that I bought (along with some overpriced but apparently delicious Orange juice for the kids), the four of us reading at a small table in companionable silence.
Heaven! Bliss! Peace and quiet and books.
The weekend went rapidly downhill after that - though I'm calling it an adventure, rather than a disaster in order to make it seem more fun than it was.
But we did finally get to Toronto. We did finally get to see the rest of the family, albeit briefly.
Which brings me to those other highlights of the weekend I was talking about:
Isabella - all baby smiles and roly poly dimples
Rhys - 2 years old with all the attitude and adorable grins that go with it
Naomi - all grown up at almost 6
Michael - another 2 year old who warmed up to me enough to let me read him books. I taught him to growl like a polar bear
Emma - lovely 10 year old with a quiet nature
Ethan - well, all newborns are perfect
And of course, my own three kids, who despite a long and trying weekend, were amazing. I had better say that now because in 20 minutes I'm going to have to rouse them out of bed for school, and odds on that after their long and trying weekend, they're just a little cranky.