It’s that time again! Time for the semi-annual visit of the O’Tooles. [often referred to as The Canadians]. Rob, Caroline and their three (soon to be four!) children came in for their summer visit.
Aby is nine, Zak is six, and Kenzie is two and a half. I spent a lot of time with Aby and Zak when they were little and lived close to me, before their parents decided to move to England for two years and then three years ago relocate to Montreal. Kenzie was born after they moved away, so it was nice to spend some time with her.
We were lucky enough to see them a few times this visit. We had dinner, then I took Rob and Caroline to Chuck’s for breakfast, and we were able to squeeze in an ice-cream run, too. Caroline is about 6 months pregnant and she’s addicted to ice cream when she’s pregnant, so this was not a surprise.
Here’s an photo from 2003 when she was pregnant with Zak. This was a trip to Friendly’s (which sadly, we do not have in the mid-west)
Rob, Aby and I weren’t able to finish our sundaes but Caroline not only finished her giant banana split, she also cleaned out our sundaes as well.
Hey, she has healthy babies, so this must be working!
Oh look, what a surprise, she’s eating ice cream again! If I remember correctly, this was a three scoop sundae consisting of pistachio, cherry chocolate and chocolate chip mint, with hot fudge, caramel and pineapple toppings.
Did I mention that she’s pregnant?
More ice cream? Oy vey! Thankfully, Caroline has a good sense of humor and doesn’t mind me poking fun at her ice cream addiction. Right? Caroline?
Just to prove that I can pick on another member of her family, here’s Rob clutching his ice cream like someone (ahem -not mentioning names here) is about to yank it from his hands.
I’ve mentioned in this blog how predatory Rob is about his food. He doesn’t share. Especially not french fries.
His sour face is probably because I had just asked him for the four hundred and tenth time to join Facebook. He’s resisting, but I think I’m wearing him down. Do it! Do it!
Rob, if you join Facebook, I’ll send you the Blackhawks championship shirt no one else in your family sent you. You know, the one you’re dying to have.
Obviously, I’m not above bribery.