Ellie on Bloor Street: Livin' the Dream

To make up for the inordinate amount of time spent with Addy at the (extremely loud) baseball game, we took Ellie to Bloor Street. Maybe we're molding them into the kind of people they'll be in adulthood (Sporty versus Posh Spice), but it was more about snapping an equal number of pictures of their adorable faces spending equal amounts of time with them.

Here's what it looked like...

"Um, Yaya, I'm ready to go! AND I'm the cutest child you've ever seen in life, in case you need to be reminded."

We started at Lululemon...

...moved to Sushi Inn in Yorkville

...headed to the Gap for some very dear adorable sleepers (brown and pink polka dots? Seriously? I can't get enough)...

...then landed at Birks for some pearls and some air con. Nice-uh.

Luckily, they loaded us up on Perrier and Evian in these wine glasses. We didn't mind if we did, thank you.

After a prolonged visit at Birks, it was high time to hit a high class restroom. To Holt Renfrew we went. They have this room in the women's bathroom that is a little respite in the city to change, clean, and breast feed babies. Again, we didn't mind if we did. Imagine that: not a cent spent and nearly an hour in this gorgeous room. I love Canada (and how adorable is that FACE?).

Yes, we really are that happy to be in the restroom at Holt's. Bring in the class.

Chillin in Yorkville...just like old times.

We turned down University on the way to Union and recalled the journey that Laura and Jesse must have taken on their way to Mount Sinai during pregnancy. We had a babe-motional moment when we recalled how difficult it was for them, how strong they both were to get through it, and how eternally grateful we are at the profoundly joyful resultant human beings. Life is really something.

University of Toronto's law school: where our Laura went to school

When Laura was preggers, I used to imagine this drive when she'd tell me of upcoming prenatal appointments. I used to see all the buildings, imagine the streets, see the trees in their different seasons, and picture the twins seeing it someday, too. I would imagine it because somehow, in some small (miniscule) way, if I could see this, if all this still remained, then nothing bad could happen to my friends. They would remain safe and the children would come...someday.

Lo and behold, here we are :)

It's a good life.