House-warming

Finally, we managed to throw a house-warming party... six months after we moved into the house. Oh well. It was a blast, and a wonderful reminder of how many friendships we've built in the few years since we arrived in Toronto. It's a cold city with a warm heart.

I learned something new (just to remind us we're not locals yet). When you give a party in winter here, you have to think seriously about how to store the coats and boots. Ideally not like this:

And I learned that a large number of people own almost identical black Bogs. One child went home with the boots of another (sounds like a game on I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue) and it has taken some serious detective work to sort it out. Where's Sherlock Holmes when you need him?