Days on “holiday”: 4

Days spent travelling: 2

Days actually spent somewhere else not moving, and thus days theoretically defined as “vacation”: 2

Number of days required for everyone to recover from a day of travel: 1 (you do the math)

Nights of decent sleep: 1 for Mama, 2 for Dada, 2.5 for Liam

Excellent meals: All of them

Number of stupid tropical storms that ruined two or three weekend plans: 1 (damn you, Ernesto)

Hours spent in the car on the way to Oakville: 8

Stops on the way: 3 (1 major for Liam’s lunch, 2 minor leg-stretching)

Hours spent in the car on the way home: 7.5

Hours spent parked on the 401 around Napanee: 1.2 (We’re not sure how that math works out either, but that’s the way it happened. We think we bent time because all three of us were hating the car so much by that point.)

Stops on the way: 2 (1 major for Liam’s lunch, one for leg-stretching and a Liam snack)

Number of cars seen and commented upon by Liam: 1,892,459,386

New teeth this weekend: 2 (thank every single god out there, those damn lower molars are finally OUT)

New word: “Home.” (Said very gently but seriously while looking deeply into my eyes, little hand patting the armchair.)

New accomplishment: Going up the grandparental staircase alone to the second floor. Several times, in fact. Usually chasing a cat. (Coming down, still not so good.)

New clothes: 2 shirts, 2 pants, 6 pairs of socks, 1 two-piece snowsuit

New lace-up shoes: 0

New soft slip-on shoes: 1 (They have FISH!! on them and they are teh awesome. Liam chose them himself, although now every once in a while he trips because he’s looking at his feet and saying “fish!”.)

New people Liam met: Smiley little cousin Saya! (Oh yes, and her cool parents.)

The average price we paid for a litre of gas: 86 cents

Cool things: The squirrel that came right up to the back door and climbed the screen, close enough to touch (if Mama had so allowed, she ruins everyone’s fun); the wooden cat on the hearth; the horse brasses; the toy basket and the new Fisher Price Corn Popper walker toy that Liam spent more time swinging around like a club to shake the little balls than actually walking with.