Mr. & Mrs. Vandebilt + kids

Well this is it. The day we have been waiting for: Montreal oyster fest. The festival is a day long affair, kicking off around noon and going well past my bedtime. Ok, it only goes until 10, but that’s way past my bedtime. This festival is the whole reason we are in Montreal. Jacob needed to be there slightly before it started and is still there as I’m writing this with my glass of wine.

Knowing he was going to be tied up for most of the day I had my first day of single parenting in the city. We all headed out this morning to La Graine Brule for breakfast and much needed caffeine before we parted ways. We had a local recommend this place to us and she nailed it. This coffee shop is perfect. Good coffee. Good food. Great play fort. The kids loved it!

Jacob left us at the coffee shop and headed to the festival. I managed to bribe/threaten the kids out of the coffee shop after we were essentially pushed out of our table by another family and we set off for the park.

I haven’t had so many people gawk at me walking down the street since I lived in Asia. It essentially looks like the kids and I live in this stroller. I can’t even imagine how crazy I look pushing three children in a stroller – one basically sitting on the ground- and both their enormous stuffed dogs 🙄 plus all of the other things the kids actually need for a day out of the house.

We made it to the park where the kids were entertained for a solid 45 minutes before we had to pack up again. Charlie only attempted to escape the enclosed area once and some other mom felt so bad for me that she made her husband go tell him he couldn’t leave. It takes a village folks.

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kids and I walked from the park to the "oyster party!" to kill off another few hours in the day. And also so the kids could see some oysters which is apparently all they wanted to do in Montreal this whole time. Jacob has trained them up well. We stuck around for a couple of hours while Madeline napped in the stroller and then the four of us left Jacob to do his schmoozing without his sidekicks.

I have so many children that some women stopped to take this picture of me holding the girls. I’ve turned into a spectacle.

This is how Charlie feels about oysters.