Eryn just turned one.
She’s ridiculous and wonderful and growing up so fast. I’m more in love with her than I could ever imagine — I actually get excited to go to sleep because I know in a few hours she’ll wake up and start poking at my nose ring and smacking my face, presenting me with books to read or sock puppets to animate (who coincidentally eat the books and various parts of her body. It’s cavity-inducing when she asks to have the sock put on her own hand.)
In just one short year, she’s developed an amazing personality. She’s stubborn, but willing to listen to reason (for the most part anyway. She is entering toddlerhood); she’s got a great sense of humour, but it’s selective, so we have to work pretty hard to get a guffaw out of her, while she’s a card who loves to entertain; she’s an actress and loves to dance; she’s self-determined and knows exactly what she wants; she howls; her favourite app is the Lightsabre; she loves animals, isn’t afraid of water, and is all-around just a nice, happy baby.
So for her birthday we went back to the place where I spent the most time in labour.
I laboured in a Spirit house on a metal pentagon.
Well… in a room called the Spirit House. And in a metal chair shaped like a pentagon.
But it was a hot August day (like today) and there was NOTHING more heavenly than a cool, dark, air conditioned hall, with oddly soothing, completely random sounds echoing off the walls, while I breathed through each contraction.
This art installation at the Royal Ontario Museum has several pentagon-shaped, shiny metal chairs and utilizes the sharp angles of the Lee-Chin Crystal to echo a hauntingly beautiful soundtrack called Qui — which incorporates languages spoken by Canadians that were listed in the 2002 census. According to the ROM, one operatic tenor sings in Korean, another tenor born in South Africa sings a second alto part in Zulu, while someone else may sing in Romanian or Finnish.
It’s very Fifth Element.