A couple of weekends ago was a momentous occasion for me…my first time away without the miniatures. My partner in crime for the weekend was Margo. In the words of Christina Yang, Margo is my (Canadian) person:
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In typical, ‘mums on tour’ style, Margo and I arrived at the airport with three hours to spare. We ate, drank and consumed way too much chocolate (no small person screaming like a banshee to share it!)
Happy birthday Mr. British Maple! Gone are the days when we would celebrate Mr. BM’s birthday in the pub garden. Instead, we spent the morning at the Toronto Botanical Garden and Edward Gardens (I have to admit, I’m not quite sure where one ends and the other one starts!) Continue reading
Today was a rare Solo Saturday for me as Mr. British Maple has dusted off his golf sticks and trotted off to shoot some holes with his crew.
Having been cooped up all winter, I am determined to get outside whenever possible (and also to treat my teacup humans better than the average prisoner!) So the five of us (including Broom Cat and Giraffe) packed up a picnic and headed off to Allan Gardens in Toronto. Continue reading
We did it, but what a week we picked! I have to say, it was much easier than I thought but it wasn’t without its tough bits!
When we first moved to Toronto almost four and a half years ago, we didn’t even know where to shop let alone where to entertain mini humans (admittedly this wasn’t quite on our radar at that time!)
Then the Lord arrived and we continued our trudge up and down Yonge Street, enjoying lunch pretty much whenever we fancied it. As any parent of a toddler knows this peaceful yummy-mummy phase is short-lived (my goodness, I’d make so much more of this time if I could be a first time mum again!)
The British Maple 