We love waterparks.  Well, JM, Nic & Aria do.  I hate being wet & soggy like leftover eggs but I put up with it and have as much fun as I can.  Everytime we go to a waterpark we have more fun than the last as Aria ia bigger and able to enjoy more.  We have always gone to the Niagara Fallsview waterpark as its familiar and convenient.  But this time Nic tried to find a new place and since we cant quite afford the Wolf place yet we instead settled on a place we had never heard of before – The Americana Resort & Waterpark.

So this past weekend, off we trekked (drove) to the Americana, located, like all the waterparks, at Niagara.

Im not sure why we had not heard of this place before as it is a definite keeper.  The suite was comparable to the Sheraton or Skyline Inn we’ve stayed at while using the Fallsview waterpark with the exception that it comes with a fridge and microwave – a major yay as we were able to store and heat milk for Aria and some freezer snacks to tide us over between meals.   This is something that the Fallsview hotels do not have and a major pro for those with babies and smaller kids.

And speaking of babies and smaller kids, the waterpark, Waves, has a tot pool.  Again, something that is missing in Fallsview.  At the Fallsview waterpark, your best bet with toddlers is sitting at the beach entry of the wave pool or watching your toddler like a hawk as they play amid the older kids on the childrens splash pad.  At Waves there was a tot pool, about 1 foot of water that had swings for the kids and mini slides for the toddlers.  JM had a ton of fun in this pool as it was where Aria and myself spent most of our time.

The beach entry pool is comparable to Fallsview except that they waves go in all different directions – something that JM enjoyed – being thrown around randomly by the waves, but not something I enjoyed as much, I much prefer the single direction waves at Fallsview.

The childrens play area is pretty similar to Fallsview; my one biggest complain is that while the rest of the waterpark is heavy on the life guards this area is not monitored at all and Im not sure why!  Who decided that the kids splash area with 2 water slides did not require a lifeguard?

The body slide, which finally JM was able to ride on, having crossed the 42″ requirement was extreme fun.  There were 2 body slides, one open and one closed.  We had races with him on these slides.  I came down the open slide the most as the one time I went in the closed one I felt extreme claustrophobia.   But thats just me.

There was also the tube slides which again, JM was able to go down wearing a life vest and accompanied by an adult.  I did not go down these slides as apparently they were faster than the body slides and both were closed and completely dark.  If I felt claustrophobic in the ‘slower’ slide which was not darkened at all, there was no way I was going in a faster, pitch black slide!  But JM and Nic lived on these slides.

My one biggest complaint with this park (almost a reason to not come back) is the temperature.  The water was cold, the air outside the water was cold.  Fallsview is kept very humid so you actually go into the water to cool down and that makes it enjoyable. Here, we had to frequently take the kids out and wrap them in towels to warm them up.  Ridiculous!

We couldnt enjoy the beach entry for this reason as well – too cold, both the water and room temperature.   I really found it difficult to understand why the park was kept so cold with neither of the pools heated.  Nic and I were able to go to the jacuzzi to warm up- but what about the toddlers?!

Overall I prefer the Americana to the Fallsview because of Aria and the facilities available to me to make her stay enjoyable, once she’s out of the milk-all-the-time stage and able to enjoy the regular pools I’ll go back to Fallsview.




And suddenly, Im busy!

Actually I dont know if Im busy or lazy or procrastinating or busy making excuses.  I have a million thoughts running through my brain everyday and some of those thoughts include thinking of great blog posts.  But I never seem to get around to it.

The kids are their usual selves – rambunctious, loud, lovable.  The home is as clean and tidy as I can manage it.  The food gets cooked in time to eat it.  The laundry gets laundered before it overtakes our lives.  The garbage gets taken out.   But I always seem to be rushing to do it- like Im going to fall behind if I dont do it right then …

I have no idea why that is.  Or maybe its because JM is home all day and I have to come up with ways to entertain him.  If that is the case, September cant come quick enough!  Maybe with one munchkin whose only goal is to be next to me … it wont be so bad.

Who am I kidding.


I am loving my new home.  I truly am.  It is amazing what decluttering like your life depended on it can do to you.  We went from a 3 bedroom home with garage to a one bedroom condo.  And it doesnt look cluttered with every corner piled with boxes.  It is not cluttered; there is nothing piled up in the corners.  There is nothing.

We havent quite gone spartan but we have gotten rid of alot- almost everything that is not used on a daily basis is not in our livable space.  Yes, we do have bookshelves with books we dont read everyday and I do have racks with crockery that I dont use everyday- but for the most part- everything else is gone.

Sometimes I dont know how we achieved it, we did live in a 3 bedroom home and the garage was so stuffed we could barely get out of the garage after parking the car.  And we had one bedroom designated strictly for junk- yes, boxes and boxes of it.

Nic and I actually sat down, after we saw this apartment (and fell in love with it) and wondered if we could manage it.  We realised that in the house, the rooms we used at all were the one bedroom, the living and the kitchen.  So why not.  We went through the dimensions of the new place, we went through all our furniture and stuff.  We decided that if we didnt have a designated space for it, it was out.  And we got rid of about half our stuff just with that axiom.

We do rent a storage locker, but its 5′ x 5′ and it houses the boxes of books that Nic and I both being avid readers have and refuse to let go of (hello complete set of Enid Blyton and Nancy Drew!).  We also keep our camping and christmas gear there.   The 3′ x 4′ storage unit in the apt houses laundry detergent, diapers, extra pantry supplies and the assortment of bikes and strollers.  And thats it – us downsized.

And loving it.

This was the discovery for today.  And how!

Im not sure how this passed his notice for over a year, as we dont change diapers stealthily or give bath’s undercover.  Both are running around naked at bathtime and naked while they wait their turns to get dressed.  However, this has never come to his notice till today.  Apparently Aria peed somewhere and Nic was going around, “where did she pee, where did she pee?” and JM went to check if she had peed at all. [Im not sure on how he was going to do this but it had to do with checking her weewee] and in the bargain discovered that she was missing a weewee.  He was shocked and a little horrified and went around shouting that Aria did not have a weewee!

Since I was washing dishes I stayed there- anything to avoid having conversations of the sensitive nature.  Nic very matter of factly told him that yeah, Aria was a girl- girls dont have weewee’s.  Duh!

Very anti-climactic after all the screaming – but well played.  Hopefully we get a few more years before any icky conversations have to happen.

Where does the time do?!  Unbelievable that its been almost weeks since I blogged.  Its not that I havent thought about it or not had stuff to talk about, its just with the kids, broke down palace, extreme heat and packing I havent had a chance to think coherently.


There have been more blasts in Mumbai.  Again.  It is horrific and unholy the way these terrorists kill the city I used to call home.  The places I knew, the places I grew up, the schools I studies at … all quietly get eradicated as life, yet again, goes on.

I remember in 2007 when we went for a visit, I found the school I had gone to was topped with barbed wire!  Barbed wire!  Atop the stone fencing surrounding a school!  And we were banned from taking pictures.  Yes, because with my son in a stroller, my Sony camera really looked like a bomb waiting to go off- I didnt take it personally- you do what you have to, what you think will help the ones you care about or are paid to look after.

It is very difficult for us, living in North America to sympathize with the ones back in Mumbai.  It will get thrown back at us since we are apparently living the cushy life here. (?!)  But it is also equally difficult not to care, not to want to be there, not to want to offer comfort and love, not to bleed for your childhood, the lost childhood of all those people and the innocence lost in the carnage.

God bless our homes & loved ones.

With dignity.  With most (if not all) my senses in working condition.  When my body has turned against me and refuses to comply with my wishes, and the only things I have left are my desires, I would like to call it a day.

Dying with dignity (aka euthanasia)  has always been in the news, recently due to Gloria Taylor, and prior to that when I watched the movie Guzaarish.   And it always make me pause and review my own feelings on the issue.

Im not interested in the legalities surrounding this issue, neither all the negative implications of mercenary relatives taking advantage of this as a ways out of having to deal with ailing family members.  Im not interested in exploring any aspect of euthanasia apart from the one pertaining to a person, deciding, while sane and in complete possession of his mental faculties, to end his life.   He should be allowed to- no questions asked.

To live day to day, staring at a TV or a blank wall, or the scene unfolding outside a hospital window while taking no part in it;

To have someone clean up after you’ve had bowel movements or your bladder has emptied itself into something akin to a diaper on a baby;

To be spoonfed and have the dribble on your chin wiped by someone else, to be physically turned infrequently to avoid bed sores;

To be bathed and dressed by hands other than yourself;

To have no mental stimulation other than someone reading to you, or taking the time to talk to you;

These are things that are acceptable for babies who have yet to gain independence; they strip the dignity of a human who has lived with independence and then has to be put through it.

I remember both my grandmothers always saying, and praying, that they’d die before  becoming burdens on anyone- while still being physically able rather than being ill on a bed and having someone take care of them.  Because that is what you are made to feel like – a burden.  And so you spend your last few days on earth feeling like an abject loser and burden on people.  No thanks.  I’d rather close my eyes to this life and begin the next chapter somewhere better than live another day like that.

I’d like to die with dignity.

Nic and I are renters.  We have been since 2009 during a twist of fate.  And like being home owners, it has its shares of ups and downs.  However, we’ve had a miserable 2 years of it since our first rental ended after a year, not because of problems but because our landlord wanted the unit back for himself to live in- well, what can you do?  We loved the building, we loved our apartment, we loved the area.

In 2010, we moved out of that area and into a house, again, renting with an individual.  I will always maintain of this house that when it comes to showing it and signing the papers they send in the good, diplomatic and emphatic cop.  When the papers are done, and you’ve moved in and realise that everything is falling apart, they send in the tight fisted wretch with no personality who actually owns the place!

We fell in love with this house when we moved in.  We were going to live here for atleast 5 – 6 years, hell, we were going to plant a fruit tree in the backyard- we were that invested in staying here for a good term.

Then the stove stopped working. We realized the door to the backyard wasnt actually locking.  And the window upstairs had a huge crack in it.

The basement renters moved out since she and her kids couldnt take the mold anymore.

Then the cockroaches came out the cracks and the dryer breathed her last breath.


Then  our wonderful landlord came to tell us that since she was getting married and needed all the money she could get and since her basement wasnt getting rented she was going to increase our rent.

We told her to kiss ass.

Then she told us our heating bill was outrageous and we would have to pay extra.  We told her to fix the broken window as we werent going to throw OUR money out that window.  She refused.

We told her to kiss ass.

She did not fix the dryer from January to April, leaving us with 2 kids under 5 and a whole bunch of wet and damp clothing.  I hope she enjoyed her warm and dry sweaters and flannel.

We were blessedly free of her toxic presence for a bit till  when we realised that the A/C wasnt working.  It wasnt her responsibility to fix it and she let us know it.

At the end of May the plumbing in the kitchen went kaput.  We got a plumber to take a look at it who told us it was a deeper problem than just a clog.  Our dear landlord refused to pay to have it fix.  We had a heated conversation wherein we both decided to terminate the lease.  Atlast.

We have since found another place, and this time we are going with a rental agency.  No more being at the mercy of people who have the power to influence our living situation to this extent.  We are tired and done and cant wait to move out.

And here starts the packing phase.