The McFlies Love Boob

It’s been more than a couple of weeks since the WSL and I attended this gig with the daddio subbing on upright. (Bass). That and uncle David is in the band and this mama has never seen them play before. For shame. Because really, these boys are so fun. So good. So cute. What a booty-shake inducing enterprise! I’m talkin’ about the McFlies, so much more than an 80’s coverband – Don’t take my word for it, have a gander of this video taken on the night of…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nax8_n5EKAY

It was a benefit concert for 60 KM or Bust, Breast Cancer Walk. Hosted at the long-standing, landmark status as far as Toronto clubs go, El Macambo. It’s in one of my fave hoods, my old neighborhood for several years as a single-lass. The heart of China-Town, (mmmm…bbq pork and steamed bok choy. DUMPLINGS made to order.) Pho-Hung, (home of the best Vietnamese beef noodle soup me thinks, and… other stuff? Sure.)  Red Pepper Spectacle Arts and Kensington Market….a few blocks from Little Italy. A niche of wonderful possibilities. We chowed down on some fabulous lentil soup, hummus and pita with cold veggie spring rolls (add avocado to that business!) from next door’s Red Room. Fresh, fantastic and home-made, I miss my old hood. The boys below, caught in various moments of banter sporting, ‘I Love Boob’ T-Shirts. Good Stuff.

OMG. Shoes.

Wondering how one attends a concert with a wee babe? Well, it helps to be one of the band-aids with access to the green room. We bring out stroller to events like this so our little sweetie is still on par with his bed-time routine(ish). Bottle or Breasts. Check. Mruahaha. Cozy blankets x 2. Check. Ear-muffs to protect and cocoon in quiet-time. Check. The plethora of other things that one needs to bring everywhere at all times if leaving the house for more than a mili-second. Check. Learned that the hard way. Poonami’s and Epic Bursting of Dams occur only when you think a 1/2 hour trip to the grocery store doesn’t call for a packed bag of dipes and snacks. Wrrrrrong. Happy, dry baby = happy, dry mama. Complete meltdown’s can occur in but a moment. Literally and figuratively. Our little guys adores going to see his daddy perform – bonus to have one of his favourite uncles in the lime-light too! The place was lined wall to wall with mirrors combined with endless floor-space = baby heaven. This was of course before the concert started, during sound-check and yea, also of course not lacking any dirt. Meh. The absolute joy he got from zooming all over the place and making faces in the mirror? Worth it. that’s what hand/face washing and wipes are for. I think after 6 mo.’s (he’s 11 1/2 now), on baby no.1, a parents hyper-protective, hypochondriac ways start to diminish. Depending on the parent(s) of course.

The ultimate joy though, for my dude, is the music! Oh how he loves to dance and tralalalala/shout/sqeal along. The WSL also LOVES PEOPLE. Not all babies are like this I understand, and they all go through their stages…but he’s been introduced to this life-style from the get-go and seems to relish in it. A truly magical time of age and discovery we are in.