My wife is pregnant with my third child, but it will be her first. She's blogging about the experience over at TorontoMommy.com.
Nine Toronto Santa Claus Parade's in a row... I'm a lucky SOB. And I'll most definitely be back...
The following is two comments I made on today's Open Mike. They were written quickly but from the heart following an intense discussion with my two kids as I took them to school this morning.
Driving my kids to school today, my 11-year old son asked me if Rob Ford's father owned a park.
I asked him why...
He proceeded to tell me a story he heard from a friend at school. Apparently this tale was told in the schoolyard and these 11-year olds couldn't believe it.
The story was that Rob Ford and a buddy would go to a nearby park named for his father and drink booze all night, then they would smash the glass bottles in the park.
That's when it hit me... why I find it so upsetting that Rob Ford acts this way as mayor. That story was almost all completely true. There are thousands and thousands of impressionable kids in this city who are literally being told by their moms and dads to "not be like the mayor". Don't abuse drugs and alcohol, don't drink and drive, don't lie, don't smash bottles in public parks and respect and work well with others.
Don't be like Rob Ford. It is indeed very, very sad. Our hopes and dreams for our children is that they not grow up to be like the mayor of Toronto.
This discussion launched a big "disrespectful and inappropriate things our mayor does" conversation with both of my kids.
We talked about the lack of accountability, the drug and alcohol abuse, the bully tactics, the disrespect for parks, the drinking and driving, the constant lies and denials, the homophobic slurs, the racial slurs and the enabling by his brother.
It was this discussion with my kids about the realities of our current situation that made me realize how horrific it's all become, and they were spared the potential ties to murders, beatings and extortion.
This isn't fun, nor funny. This is sad and ugly.
I've been advised by my son that he's going around with buddies tonight, but my daughter wants to go trick-or-treating with me. That means I'll be dressing up in the same costume I've worn the past six Halloweens.
It's quite simple. All I do is wear my old school goalie mask à la Friday the 13th's Jason.
The cosmic ballet continues...
As a kid, I'd have loved to have had the opportunity to run the bases at Exhibition Stadium after a Jays game. Just being on the same field as the pros is a thrill.
After this afternoon's 7-2 victory against the Rays, I asked my son and nephew if they wanted to run the bases. Kids can do so after Saturday games and that's exactly what we lined up to do.
When it was their time to hit first and run home I nicely asked one of the security guards if I could accompany my 9-year old nephew. I didn't even bother to ask if I could run with my 11-year old son, who is just about my size, and thought maybe they'd let me accompany Zander considering how nicely I asked.
My request was denied as I was told he was big enough to run by himself. I had to wait behind home plate to collect the kids and will have to wait until kid #3 is a toddler before I can justify my adult presence during a Jr. Jays promotion.
The game, for the record, was a lot of fun, despite the fact we're just playing out the string and trying to play spoiler. I've had quite a bit of luck with games I've attended in 2013, having witnessed the longest game in Blue Jays history last time I was at the dome.
Last night, I took my daughter to her first concert. We saw Selena Gomez at the Air Canada Centre.
It was a beautiful Saturday in Toronto, so we went to Buskerfest on Yonge first before grabbing dinner and heading to the show for the opening act.
The first performer was Christina Grimmie. She played for about 30-minute and was pretty good. It turns out I just enjoy live music, whether I'm a fan of the artist or not. I was sincerely digging it, especially the title track of her new album, "With Love", which you can hear here.
Then, the young female screaming began. Emblem3 hit the stage and it sounded like the Beatles had landed at JFK. A sign of the times, Christine Grimmie was discovered on YouTube and Emblem3 were discovered on The X Factor. The 20,000 girls in the crowd really, really, really like Emblem3 and weren't afraid to show it.
Then, right on schedule, it was time for Selena Gomez to play for her adoring faithful. She's not my cup of tea, but I got right into it. When in Rome...
Michelle had a blast, standing proud and belting out every song with Selena. Highlights included "Who Says", "Love You Like a Love Song" and her encore crowd favourite, "Come & Get It".
It was amazing fun and I'm so glad I got to be Michelle's date for her very first concert.
I'm taking my daughter to see Selena Gomez Saturday night at the Air Canada Centre. It will be her first concert and I'm actually pretty excited about sitting beside her for the show, even though I don't care at all for the headliner.
Although I would have bought a ticket for myself regardless, I just learned that the Air Canada Centre will have a Parent Lounge open throughout Saturday night's show. Any parent or guardian over 18 who accompanies “fans with valid tickets to the show and who would like to be in the venue while the event is going on” are welcome.
Personally, if I was taking my kid to a concert but not attending, I can think of a million better places to hang during the show, but this does sound like a good idea for these acts that attract the pre-teens and younger.
Apparently, the Parent Lounge was open during the recent One Direction and Justin Bieber shows. Did anyone go? How was it?
I can't believe my baby girl is 9-years old. Enjoy your last year of single-digits!
I'm so very proud of you and your zest for life. You know I love you and will always be there to support you, encourage you, coach you and hang with you. You're smart, sweet, funny and talented. I'm a very lucky daddy.
I can't believe that young lady was once this little girl:
Happy Birthday, Michelle!
On July 9, 2005, I snapped this picture of James during his first ever camping trip at Killarney. He was 3-years old.
I snapped this picture on July 22, 2013 at Pinery. He's now 11-years old.
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