Day two, also known as 'Apparently there are no naps in Canada'

If I was to describe our second day using one word, it would be "shopping". After a very tasty breakfast at our local favorite crêperie, La Bretagne, we hit Robson Street. This is a street that is not to be missed if you ever visit Vancouver B.C. We stopped by Roots (for kids) and found a pair of super cute overalls, Henry's first pair (see photo at right), among many other things. Since Henry had not had his usual morning nap, we left our gracious hostess to go back to the room to allow him time to sleep. On the way back to the apartment, because we are parents that believe in setting a good example for our child, we totally disregarded a private property sign on a gate of a playground near Jess's building. In the midst of having Henry take his first jaunt down the slide, we were booted out. The lesson I learned that I will someday teach Henry, in the event you are ever questioned about which building you are staying in, lie. Tell them you are visiting the Smiths on the seventh floor. By the time the lady figures out you are lying it won't matter because you will have been able to fulfill your wish of sliding down the slide.

What we didn't know before heading up to our northern neighbors is that there are no naps in Vancouver so even though Henry was visibly exhausted, sleep eluded him. When hanging out in the room was no longer exciting and fun for anyone, we met back up with Jess and drove over to 4th Street to peruse the baby stores in that area. (The two I remember are Crocodile, where I found a cool booster seat for when Henry gets a lot older (called Clek) and HipBaby, which had those hilariously inappropriate onesies I'm fond of.) We walked down to the beach and Henry got to consume his first grains of sand. The poor kid fell asleep with his head on my shoulder. Lucky for him, he woke three minutes later in time to try the yogurt gelato his dad bought from a gelato place we found on the way back to the car.