So much motoring around this week! Mostly for this things that roll. 

Also, I looked back at the baby book I made for Andy before he was born. I have been TERRIBLE with keeping up with it. As in, I’ve neglected to record half his milestones. #momfail

I was going to preemptively create something similar for our next child, but I think we will need to do something different because clearly this is not a good system. 

It’s been really chilly lately, and alas our little guy has succumbed to illness. It’s always the hardest thing when your baby is sick because you just want to make them feel better, but nothing you do provides any consolation. I think we’ve gone through half a box of tissues. Even though Andy absolutely hates it when we wipe his nose. 

Biggest news of the week, it’s our first milestone Homecoming reunion year! Crazy to think it’s already been five years since we graduated. So much has happened since then and huge waves of nostalgia hit when I look through old pictures. “Look at how young and impressionable we were!” I think to myself. But of course, a statement like that will hold so much more weight at our 25th reunion…or when we get inducted into the Tricolour Guard. The goal is to snag a spot on one of those Queen’s golf carts for the half-time parade. Maybe when I turn 80?

Anyways, we celebrated by heading to the homecoming game (sadly we were crushed) and by sharing food and fun times with some lovely folks who came to visit!  


 If Andy decides to go to Queen’s, he will be the class of 2037 😳



This past weekend we went to Ithaca to celebrate the start of a friend’s marriage. It was a beautiful, simple, and completely fitting wedding with a delicious, communal meal. We were surrounded by the best bounty upstate New York has to offer (quite literally, as the wedding took place at a farm) and unparalleled company. Kelvin and I are always thankful for opportunities like these, which inevitably will become rarer and rarer as more of our friends begin new family units.

We’d only been to Ithaca once before, about a year prior to this visit, and it was every bit as beautiful as we remembered. Last time, we walked the gorges, canoed to the farmers market, and ventured out to Taughannock Falls State Park to name a few. This time, we explored the new Ithaca Commons, visited the market twice (again), and enjoyed the AirBnB that we rented.

I think Ithaca holds a very nostalgic place in my mind. A “this is how towns should be” sort of nostalgia, with its ethos of stewardship and sustainability, where intellect and action coexist. Though small, it sets an example for many much larger cities.

Maybe part of it is that I see a lot of Kingston in Ithaca (or perhaps vice versa?), and I have come to love so much of what Kingston stands for. Either way, it made for a wonderfully relaxing weekend away from home.

Montreal doesn’t believe in August long weekend

Since none of us had to work, and everything was closed in Ontario anyways, Montreal sounded like a really great place to visit for the day. My driving stamina is not quite where I want it to be yet, so we figured the 7 hour round trip from Kingston would be a poor idea. Instead, Erin and I stopped over in Cornwall on Sunday night to pick up Linzi and to see her beautiful new house that she built from scratch. The three of us lived together in university, so it was lovely to meet up again.

Montreal is a magical place, perhaps due in part to the fact that it is on an island and has a big mountain. We went to spend some time on that mountain, more commonly known as Mont Royal, and I was shocked to find that the Lac aux Castors was completely drained and was nothing more than a big pit of soil. That made me a little sad, I won’t lie. So many good memories (from one trip) by that lake in the wintertime, snowtubing and watching people skate.

What makes Montreal even more magical is that you can experience it and not have to worry about your belly. There is delicious food to be eaten everywhere you go, and this trip was no exception to that. We visited Schwartz’s and La Banquise to start, because you always need to eat at those places. Then we ventured down to the Old Ports and Linzi picked the most delicious place to eat crepes, called the Creperie. It is on the 2nd floor of a building, sandwiched between two Montreal Poutine signs. It looks out onto Rue Saint Paul on one side and a little artisans alley on the other, and the crepes are divine. For dinner, we just picked a place off of Place Jacques Cartier called L’Aventure, which was nothing to write home about.

Though we did wander around Rue Sainte Catherine for a bit, the majority of our time was spent down in Old Montreal. I love this area, because it reminds me of Europe, and because it is close to the water. We stumbled upon this “urban beach” that was entirely empty, and we saw strangely colour-coordinated families. We also strolled through alleyways lined with paintings and crafts.

Oh Montreal, if only you were a little closer, and I spoke French, I would probably visit you more. Nonetheless, Montreal was a beautiful place to vacation, and I had a lovely time with my friends :)