Walking With Hazel: Dad Still Has A Head Cold

So, how did yesterday go?

Oh, right. We went out front so that Hazel could see the new birdhouse, and she found a bunch of large branches that'd broken off, and after yelling "ROBOT FIGHTING!", attacked Dad, who had to fend her off with a large branch of his own, wondering where this giggling assassin had learned such skills. Not that he was mad, mind you, just curious. And a little proud.

Just don't tell her mother.

After that, we went back inside and played with her brand new skateboard, which Dad has to strip and sand so that the Little Miss can paint her own design onto it, as the current graphic is just lame: Then we decided it would be best if we coloured our feet with markers:

Then we went to meet Christina and her little monkey that she calls a child, and Hazel fell asleep in the stroller, so we decided to hang out at the Roasterie, surrounded by 40-year-old goths in top hats and eyeliner, yuppies dragging small wannabe puppies around as accessories, and hipsters on their way to Market Collective. And John, who is always fun to hang out with.

Then when Hazel woke up, we checked out Market Collective, where we encountered a DJ who was playing (I shit you not) Thompson Twins, to which I have to once again say: people. I was actually conscious during the 80's. I remember hearing this shit on the radio. It wasn't good then, and it isn't good now. So stop it.

Market Collective was kinda rad, and we picked up a couple of pictures for Hazel's room, and we saw some friends, and we watched Jeffrey Storey play chess while Hazel tried to smother Eislynn with hugs, and we played in the sandbox that they'd set up in the middle of the market (awesome idea, by the way; no, really, I'm not being sarcastic, it was great fun).

Then we got claustrophobic and decided to go hang out in Riley Park, where Hazel tried to feed Eislynn all the rocks in the world, and we got to listen to lots of parents try and control their children by yelling their respective names over and over across the playground.


Then we went home, and hung Hazel's new pictures up in her bedroom, and had some popcorn, and then it was bedtime.

Now we're going to see Kiarra's show at the Straw Gallery, and maybe check out that Hippyfest/Water Worshipping thing going on at the Bow River. If, y'know, winter doesn't rear it's ugly head today.