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We heard the whole story straight from the source today. My Benny – of Canadian Idol and CTV’s eTalk Daily fame – has joined the Fiance Club of which, bien sur, Robbie and I are also newly minted members.
Oh Benny, you were my fall-back plan… now what am I going to do??
(Just kidding. Although it might be true that I spent almost twenty-five minutes once trying to convince a certain store to sell me a poster from their front window featuring the man with the stellar smile: “Oui mais… eez not for zale, madame.” “I know, but I really want it. I’ll buy it. How much do you want for it?” “Euh, bien…mais… eet eez not for zale.” “Twenty? Thirty?” “Boot eet eez juss poster in window.” “Fifty. I’ll give you fifty bucks for it. S’il vous plait??” “Madame, we weel hav to ask yoo to leeve now.”)
We’re very thrilled for them both and wish them a lovely happy engagement.
This brings the wedding count for 2008 to three… theirs, the Lewins’ and of course, our own. It’s shaping up to be an exciting year already, and it’s only day two.
I couldn’t resist googling the news and came up with this cute article from the Globe and Mail entitled, Meet the new Mulroneys.
Which, of course, led me to joke around, “Hey!! Where was our article? Meet the new Finkelsteins??”
Close. Real close.
But not quite.
Since Rob and I are going to Calgary tomorrow to spend some time with my family, we did our big Fink Family Christmas dinner last night. In addition to the usual Finks, we also had Bella (Kit’s mother from Ontario), Nadhla (Yaseen’s mom) and Peter and Sarah (Rob’s cousins) along with 4 year old Isaac.
Gabriel got it just right when, in the middle of all the hustle and bustle, he beamed and looked at us and burst out, “We’re having a grrrrrreat time!”. Indeed we were.
Of course, the big highlights of the night centered around the kids. It was hilarious to see Gabe’s face when he unveiled the awesome rocking horse from Bubby & Sporto – that alone was pretty amazing to him but when the horse started to neigh and wag its tail, he didn’t know what to think of it.
The other hit of the night was definitely the keyboard, which was Uncle Robbie’s idea. We knew Mr. G loved playing with his ‘big brown guitar’ just like Raffi and the Wiggles and figured a keyboard would be either a really big hit or a really big failure. Luckily, it was the former. And not only did it have all these funky pre-programmed songs, it had a microphone… and we discovered Gabe just might be a budding talk show host.
Here’s a video of the little man and his “pie-ano” (that’s what it’s called in Gabe-Land).
The cat’s out of the bag, and the beans are spilled. We finally told Rob’s parents last night and WHEW…what a relief!
I like to think that I can keep a secret pretty well.
I never did say anything when we were kids and used to play a game that consisted of throwing eggs around until someone missed (and hilarity ensued, ha ha!) and my mom would muse aloud, “So strange that the chickens don’t seem to be laying very well these days…?!”. I kept my mirth to myself.
Or the time (or rather… times…) my little brother snuck out of the house to go party with his rowdy buddies and rolled the car all the way down the driveway in the dead of night so my parents wouldn’t hear him. I didn’t breathe a word though I had many opportunities (I think may have been secretly proud/in awe of his daredevil ways).
How is it that when there’s something you know you can’t say, it is the only thing that keeps popping up in your mind and you feel an irrational desire to BLURT OUT THAT VERY THING YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T?!
We picked up Rob’s parents from the airport last night after two weeks of frolicking in Mexico – two very tortured weeks for us two pour souls, having to keeping our mouths shut (or so they would have been tortured had not the news itself been so happy in its very nature). It just didn’t feel real until we told them, especially since we got to share the news in person with my family moments afterwards, as we were up at El Rancho for Thanksgiving with the whole Kneb Clan.
In the car on the way to their house, every question Rob’s parents asked seemed uncannily steeped in innuendo (but only to paranoid ol’ me, you see). Their lighthearted “So what’s new?” made me bite my lip and look away while I replied, “Oh, you know, same old, same old”, and their innocent inquiry of how my parents were made me squirm in my seat and my face heat up as I told what I knew was a largely downplayed “Oh, they’re really good.”
Really good? Really GOOD?! My parents were teary eyed and buoyed with emotion that must have surpassed the human capacity for joy, and all I could say was, ‘really good’?!!!?
Wow, I suck at lying.
So I’m glad it’s finally out and I can smile widely at all and sundry without check.
Rob and I are engaged!
And it’s so hard not to be nauseatingly blissful about it.
Photo courtesy of Duaner
We had a birthday party for Baby Gaby at Kits Beach on Sunday. I’m sure when he gets older he’ll hold it against us that we called him Baby Gaby (geez Uncle Robbie, that’s so not cool!) but he’s growing so fast that we have to call him that while we still can.
It was a perfect day for indulging in the cool breezes by the water’s edge and there was a huge turnout (I think Gabriel has at least three times the friends I do… at least!). Sunshine, balloons, cake, watermelon, Baby Beluga on the CD player… what more could a guy ask for?
Here a couple videos for Aunt Jaimie and all the other Gabriel fans out there:
Singing happy birthday to Gabriel (it’s his favorite song!)
Gabriel playing the guitar… A star is born?
This past weekend, darling Karolina came to visit us which was (as always!) so much fun. Think: sushi (Yanaki, natch!), wine and girly chats. Yay!
It also gave us an excuse to go to Grouse. It was the mountain’s last weekend for skiing and being a Torontonian, Karo is never one to pass up on BC (or AB) skiing. She and Kit enjoyed a lovely day on the slopes, and the rest of us joined them afterwards just for fun. Uncle Robbie decided it would be a great opportunity to take Gabe sledding. But… we don’t own a sled! What to do, what to do…? Luckily he had a brainwave – a duffle bag, a garbage bag… and ghetto sledding was born.
Boy, is Gabe gonna hate us when he gets older.