Foreign FuzzballNaomi Odes
Hey, man! We’re still here!
Fuzz is now officially the ‘old kid’ at BFY. You know, like that guy in your high school who had long hair and a moustache and seemed like he was at least twenty-five?
Every high school had one of those, right?
Anyway, Fuzz is far less creepy than that guy. Hope the young babies don’t mind if he hangs around a little longer.
We just returned from our second trip to Montreal this summer. We’re less than two hours away, so it’s a great day trip, however this time Fuzz, Shnook and I stayed for a few days at a cute hotel downtown with other family members. My husband had to go home to L.A. for work this week.
Overall, Montreal is a pretty baby-friendly city. I brought the stroller and the Ergo and we walked all around town for three days. We did take the Metro, which would’ve been more of a challenge if my brother-in-law wasn’t there to help schlep the stroller down (and up!) the stairs, but we did okay.
My biggest problem with Fuzz was his poor naps since we were out and about so much. So, when it came dinner time (and my whole family wanted to go to a civilized Bistro) Fuzz only wanted to freak out. A freaking-out-Fuzzball does not make Foie Gras taste so ‘fantastique.’
The patrons of the restaurants were pretty chill about it, but by the third night, I’d had it with the stressful dinners. Thankfully, Grandma took the Shnook with her while Fuzz and I stayed in the hotel room and shared a (not so) delicious room service quiche. He went to bed a full hour earlier than the earlier nights.
Poor Fuzz, we tired him out with all his foreign travel.
By the by, in case you are thinking of doing a trip to Canada, we were fine with just a birth certificate for Fuzz, and passports for the rest of us. Of course, they’re always changing the rules, so check before you go.