We found parking at our usual spot beside The Old Burying Ground, filled the meter, walked Tanner and give him kisses good-bye. Man, I love him. The girls and I ventured on to an old children's bookstore names Woozles. It is a lovely store and is, in fact, the oldest children's bookstore in Canada. They are celebrating their 35th birthday next weekend, which I sure hope we will be able to attend. The store is bright and whimsical and absolutely charming.
As the store is set up so that that kids can play while parents shop, both the girls and I enjoyed our visit and we ended up staying nearly an hour. June was a dream and napped in the carrier the entire time. Despite their vast inventory, they did not have the two books I came in there to sneakily purchase (I'm trying to get a head start on Christmas) : Marcus Pfister's "The Rainbow Fish" (for Lily) and Anna Dewdney's "Llama Llama Red Pajama" (for Gwen). The books have been ordered and we'll be returning again soon to pick them up.
Once a caravan of daycare kids came into the store I decided it was time to head down to a playground at the harbour. With June in the wrap, Lily in the stroller, and Gwen sitting on the front of the stroller we got a lot of stares and smiles from passers by. It's times like this that I am reminded how unusual it is to have three children 3 and under. It's my everyday crazy, but I love it.
As soon as Gwen caught a glimpse of the park she was off running. The park on the pier is simple but still fun. Again there were more people walking around and from their conversations I could tell most were visitors to Halifax. One group even came up to me to ask a question regarding one of the docked ships. I felt proud of myself to have known the answer and truly felt like "a local".
With everyday I am here, I fall more and more in love with this place. But I do truly miss our home in Alberta. This afternoon, I was going through our computer looking at old photos from our home in Calgary and I cried. It was the first time I felt homesick . . . well . . . homesick enough to cry. I miss our flower print table cloth and my matching apron, I miss our old couches, I miss having my little sister over at my house every other day, I miss our little round craft table and our dining room window being covered with treasured paper creations.
* sigh *
Such a weird day, eh? Feeling local one minute, then feeling homesick the next. What's up with that?
Still, I'm doing alright, and I know I will go to bed tonight thinking about my girls and how much I love them, and how this experience here is such a blessing to our family. I know we will grow stronger together because of this and that we will one day look back at our time here and feel homesick for the ocean, for the trees, for the culture, and for the people.
As the store is set up so that that kids can play while parents shop, both the girls and I enjoyed our visit and we ended up staying nearly an hour. June was a dream and napped in the carrier the entire time. Despite their vast inventory, they did not have the two books I came in there to sneakily purchase (I'm trying to get a head start on Christmas) : Marcus Pfister's "The Rainbow Fish" (for Lily) and Anna Dewdney's "Llama Llama Red Pajama" (for Gwen). The books have been ordered and we'll be returning again soon to pick them up.
Once a caravan of daycare kids came into the store I decided it was time to head down to a playground at the harbour. With June in the wrap, Lily in the stroller, and Gwen sitting on the front of the stroller we got a lot of stares and smiles from passers by. It's times like this that I am reminded how unusual it is to have three children 3 and under. It's my everyday crazy, but I love it.
As soon as Gwen caught a glimpse of the park she was off running. The park on the pier is simple but still fun. Again there were more people walking around and from their conversations I could tell most were visitors to Halifax. One group even came up to me to ask a question regarding one of the docked ships. I felt proud of myself to have known the answer and truly felt like "a local".
With everyday I am here, I fall more and more in love with this place. But I do truly miss our home in Alberta. This afternoon, I was going through our computer looking at old photos from our home in Calgary and I cried. It was the first time I felt homesick . . . well . . . homesick enough to cry. I miss our flower print table cloth and my matching apron, I miss our old couches, I miss having my little sister over at my house every other day, I miss our little round craft table and our dining room window being covered with treasured paper creations.
* sigh *
Such a weird day, eh? Feeling local one minute, then feeling homesick the next. What's up with that?
Still, I'm doing alright, and I know I will go to bed tonight thinking about my girls and how much I love them, and how this experience here is such a blessing to our family. I know we will grow stronger together because of this and that we will one day look back at our time here and feel homesick for the ocean, for the trees, for the culture, and for the people.
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