Babymoon, Canada-Style

Yes, so I get that this post isn’t exactly timely in lieu of the fact that our Mini Bunches arrived a few weeks early (more on her here); but, better late than never has become my new motto (and for those of you who have sent baby gifts, please understand that the motto applies to thank you notes as well–they’re coming, I promise!).

So here’s just a quick post about our last major outing before Mini Bunches arrived . . . where to?  Toronto!  Yep, we didn’t want to travel too far from home given my ginormous state  (I was 33 weeks pregnant at the time) . . .

So we just drove a couple hours north to the bumping metropolis that is Toronto.  But, of course, what trip to Canada would be complete without a little trip down memory lane for Mr. Bunches?  First stop: Port Credit, Ontario.

Mr. Bunches played hockey here as a kid and had very fond memories of the place.  And I can see why–it was freaking adorable!!  We just might have to move there, especially because directly across from the hockey arena was a rowing boathouse–I mean, could it be more perfect for the two of us?  Oh, and there was also a super rad playground that I’m sure Mini Bunches will just love some day . . .

Yeah, we were those people.

It was really neat seeing the rink where Mr. B used to play (and seeing him get all giddy about it to boot) . . .

We’ll definitely have to take Mini B there some day . . . and who knows–maybe she’ll be a hockey player like her daddy?

After our little detour, we took another brief one in St. Catharine’s and then another one in Burlington, Ontario.  We didn’t snap any pictures, but both were fantastic towns that I’m sure we’ll visit again.  We’ll be sure to take pictures when we go next time with Mini B.  But now, on to Toronto and our little adventure there . . .

First up: FOOD.  What else, right?  I mean, I was 33 weeks pregnant people!  And what better place to find food than the St. Lawrence Market . . .

Kangaroo meat anyone?

It was hard to decide what to eat with all those options, but we finally decided on some seafood at Buster’s Sea Cove (it didn’t hurt that the line for this place was about 50+ people long):

Yay salmon sandwich!

After we finished up at the market, we decided to just wander around the city and see what we could discover.  And what did we find?  Why, more food of course . . .

Yep, we discovered Marche, an amazing food market with basically everything you could ever want to eat . . .

And then look at what we stumbled upon across from Marche: a hockey store!  Oh happy day for Mr. Bunches!

Of course, unbeknownst to us, the store was actually the gift shop for the Hockey Hall of Fame.  What a happy accident, right?

We got to see a lot of cool hockey stuff, like an homage to Wayne Gretzky, aka Mr. Bunches’ hero:

A mock-up of a pro locker room (I forget which team it was):

Some interactive shooting games for Mr. Bunches to relive his glory days . . .

And there’s the team with a special place in Mr. B’s heart . . .

Some championship trophy blow-ups . . .

And a little trophy that some of you may have heard of . . .

Yep–the Stanley Cup!  Turns out it only spends about 30 days a year at the Hockey Hall of Fame, but our timing was just right–lucky us, eh?

Not too bad, eh?  We were pretty jazzed.  Anyways, to wrap this up, Mr. Bunches took me to a fantastic Mother’s Day Brunch at One Restaurant.  I wish we had taken pictures, but we were a bit too hungry (again, 33 weeks pregnant folks).

So there you have it: our last big adventure before the greatest adventure yet . . .

C’mon–you know I had to throw in at least one picture of our Mini B!

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It’s a Girl!

Mini Bunches has arrived!  And SURPRISE–IT’S A GIRL!

She just couldn’t wait and decided to come out a few weeks early, but she’s happy and healthy–we couldn’t be more grateful.

And thank you to all the kind well-wishes and support from family and friends.  We promise to return phone calls and emails once we can think straight again (the whole lack of sleep thing is no joke :) ).

Oh, and the lack of sleep means that I haven’t had a chance to take any pictures, but thought I’d drop in a couple from the hospital photographer.  Hopefully I’ll get my camera out at some point soon . . . 

Eat Mor Chikin

They spoke.

We listened.  But no, this post is not about Chik-Fil-A opening up in Western NY.  But, this post is about chicken.  But not just any chicken.  No, no, no.  Not here in Western NY.  You see, even though it’s been over a year since we moved to WNY, there are apparently still many things that I have yet to experience.  And the phenomenon known as the Chicken B-B-Q was one of them.  That is, until Memorial Day weekend . . .

That’s right–we found ourselves a Chicken B-B-Q (basically a fundraising event that seems to be uniformly the same around the Buffalo area, and arguably around Brockport and Rochester too?  I’ll have to defer to Idiot Nation on that one, but based on Mr. Bunches’ affinity for these things, I think he started on these as a young lad, so it’s probably safe to say that they’re pretty standard around much of Western NY).

Here’s how it works: You buy tickets at the prices listed above for whichever meal you’d like (Chicken Dinner or Hot Dog–this isn’t a restaurant folks, and let’s just say varied choices are not part of the Chicken B-B-Q model).

Then you stand in line to pick up your food (using the aforementioned tickets of course).

Then, you rejoice (and avoid eye contact with the unfortunate plumber-butt situation on the bench behind Mr. Bunches).

You take your delicately-prepared mass-produced meal to an empty picnic table . . .

Of course, I wasn’t going to let Mr. Bunches have all the fun carrying our bag o’ food; Mini Bunches and I wanted our own turn . . . 

And then–enjoy!

Yep–that’s basically half a chicken, one scoop potato salad, one scoop cole slaw, a roll, and some butter.  Now, I was a bit skeptical at first, but I have to admit: I’m a Chicken B-B-Q convert.  You see, the chicken at these things seems to be exclusively prepared by Chiavetta’s and it’s pretty amazing.  It’s not slathered in a typical barbecue sauce.  No, this sucker’s marinated.  And seasoned.  And juicy.  And basically all-around delicious.

And that’s what Chiavetta’s does–it barbecues chicken.  That’s actually how we found this particular Chicken B-B-Q (usually you just have to keep your eyes peeled for a homemade sign on the side of the road)–turns out Chiavetta’s posts all the area Chicken B-B-Qs on its website (found here).  I think it’s safe to say that, while Mr. Bunches didn’t think it possible to love me anymore, when I found that schedule of events, his love reached a whole new level.  I’m not kidding–this man loves him some Chicken B-B-Q!

Turns out that Chiavetta’s is so popular in Western NY, that it’s vinegary marinade is sold pretty much everywhere.

So that’s it–the story of my first Chicken B-B-Q.  And you know what that means, right?  Those of you coming to visit this summer will undoubtedly also get the opportunity to experience first-hand the Chicken B-B-Q phenomenon.

Meet Gus

In preparation for the arrival of Mini Bunches, I’d like to take a moment and introduce you to a new member of our household: Gus.

Gus is a goat.  And if you’ve been paying attention, you know how much Mr. Bunches and I like goats.  Anyways, Gus the Goat has become our practice Mini Bunches.  And to be clear–Mr. Bunches does not endorse this post.  This post is entirely of my own doing as we all know that there is no way that Mr. Bunches would ever be caught playing with treating a stuffed animal as if it were our baby.  Regardless, Gus the Goat has been swaddled . . .

Taken on walks (just around the living room–we’re not trying to completely freak our neighbors out) . . .

Spent some time in the car . . .

Taken time out for play . . .

Had his diaper changed . . .

And after such a busy day, he zonked out in his crib . . .

So the question now is–do you think I’ve officially gone nutso?  If so, then you can join Mr. Bunches’ team :)

But there you have it–Gus the Goat, aka Practice Mini Bunches.  Do you think we’re ready?  Gus does . . .

Oh, and here’s a quick sneak peak of some pieces of the nursery.  We’re hoping to get everything finished up in the next week, at which point I’ll post more pictures, but for now, here are just a couple glimpses of where we’re at:

That’s all you get for now, but I promise more soon . . .

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