Saying goodbye to Henry for 4 days was not as difficult as I feared. He generally understood what was happening, and I had already had my blog & cry the night before. I got to the airport with about 40 minutes to spare, but then the flight was delayed another hour and a half. Lots of reading time!
My observations from the taxi window between the Calgary airport and the Kensington Riverside Inn were that:
1. Everything looks new.
2. Everything is green.
3. Everything looks clean.
I checked in and was shown to my room and instructed on how to work the air conditioning as well as the fireplace. Air conditioning is not standard in Calgary, as if one taxi driver is to be believed, there is only about 6 weeks of warm weather in the year. We were far north enough for the sky to still be light after 11pm.
My co-worker & I met with 3 clients on Monday and 4 clients on Tuesday. These were the likes of BP, Enbridge, Talisman....basically the big energy companies.
On Monday evening we checked out the Stampede grounds. Lots of rides, lots of meat on a bun.
In the mornings, pancake breakfasts are held at various locations across the city, where people will line up an hour or more to have pancakes and eat them in public spaces. It's just tradition. We had pancakes at the hotel. Also daily are the mini parades that snake through the downtown. Here are the "Indians" or so they are commonly referred to in Alberta.
Then Tuesday night was the company party. This is a vodka luge.
Yee Haw Calgary!
31 & FUN
When I came home, there were flowers on the table. The house was clean. There was food to eat. Henry had only minor changes in behaviour, like pushing a kid at daycare, but no big tantrums or meltdowns.
I first saw Henry when I picked him up from daycare on Thursday afternoon. He ran over to me and gave me a big hug and said "Ice cream truck." I was choked up and couldn't speak, but when we kept repeating it, I had to laugh. We made our way over to the farmers market and bought strawberries and peaches.
On my birthday, both Henry & I took the day off daycare and work and met up with my good-friend-practically-a-sister- who was visiting from St. John's, Newfoundland. I finally got to meet her other half as well as her 2nd baby. The three boys could be their own Dickens novel: Edwin, Henry and George.
Saturday was a full-on Mummy / Henry day. We started the adventure at the Woodbine / Gerrard bus stop.
The new face of the East End.
We took 11 subway stops to St. George and went to the museum, only to find it was not open for another 20 minutes. Up & at 'em Henry!
So we trundled down the Philosopher's Walk & had a snack. When we did go inside the museum, we were practically the only ones there and Henry was in his element. We ran through the rocks and crystals exhibit, ran through the armour displays and through the Beethoven 1-32 exhibit. He did like the dinosaurs this time.
As we were leaving, Henry saw his first double-decker bus, and the conductor hanging on at the rear entrance gave Henry a big wave.
An outdoor piano, in front of the ROM.
By 11am, we arrived at my friend's apartment for a birthday brunch. She had us dress up in party-gear before feasting on blueberry muffins and Caprese salad. While Henry napped, we snuck out for a coffee and chin-wag, while her fiance stayed and kept an ear out for ol' Henry who never stirred.
To round-off this exciting day, we met up with my brother at Dufferin Grove park where Henry played in the splash pool, climbed the jungle gym and enjoyed going on the see-saw with his doppelganger uncle.
Sunday was also fun, but more low-key: church, nap, rainstorm, groceries, neighbor's good-bye party. Now it's back to the grind. Bring it on! Yee Haw!