finally getting to Toronto

At the border, the Canadian border patrol was nice enough to stamp Oscar’s passport, but refused to stamp mine or John’s, so the Bean

has his first country in his passport.  He was awake for the crossing, but seemed supremely unimpressed when I told him we had crossed into another country.  He didn’t seem to notice that the currency had changed, that he had finally left Michigan for the first time in his life or care when we came up on the Niagara Escarpment on the 401.  And then, traffic.  I always forget how much a waste of life it is living anywhere near a big city where you can sit at a dead stop for untold amounts of time.  I normally hate it, but can stand it, but this time I had to get out of it to get to a bathroom and there was a truck overturned and

taking up 2 lanes with the emergency vehicles coming up behind us.  What a pain, at least it didn’t look like anyway was hurt.  It’s a good thing that we stopped at the next exit because there was more traffic and the drive into downtown to get to the hotel, look for parking for the hotel, check in and find the lobby, was more than anyone’s bladder should have to stand.  I’m starting to think that Oscar’s use of diapers is a good think that John and I should look into.  Once we got checked in at 8pm, John had to work on his paper and Oscar and I rolled around on the beds, me happy to be stretched out and the Bean just happy to be out of his car seat.  I think that crawling will happen on this trip, which means that we will be screwed when we get home because the house is still not childproofed….We ordered delivery Chinese and John completed his ritual cigar with reading of the paper (although this was harder in Canada because there is no smoking on the patio, the walkway, anywhere outside the hotel really).  Oscar went down like a champ in his pack and play and we finally got to end the day at midnight.