This is a review of the Brica By-My-Side Infant Safety Harness Backpack. For disclosure purposes, Munchkin Canada sent me this backpack for review. You may purchase this backpack via the following link. This link was provided by Munchkin Canada, and I do not receive any commission or compensation if you purchase this from them.
We were quickly able to use the Miracle cup, but it took a while for us to really get used to using the By-My-Side backpack.
You see, before 18 months my daughter would take direction well enough, she’ll listen to us if we asked her to stop or go.
I remember even thinking, “Wow this backpack is cool and all, but my daughter is such an angel that she doesn’t give us a hard time running all over the place — unlike those other wild children. Ha Ha Ha, sitting on my high-horse sure feels great!”
Then, as the universe has it way of balancing things, the “on” switch flipped inside her head and told her that it’s okay to selectively listen to mom or dad–and run like heck.
It’s been two months since the green light went off and now I can finally give this backpack an honest review after seeing it put to the test.
Before I get into the details, as I do for all my reviews, here’s the TL:DR:
Get this backpack if you have a runner, but do consider the length of the tether if you are taller, or have short arms.
Now if you would like to stick around for a bit more detail, do feel free to read on, as I’ll give my full review of the Brica By-My-Side backpack below.
I don’t know where this post falls under, but I really wanted to talk about a restaurant that I’ve been going to for years.
Obviously, when eating in restaurants food comes first — but atmosphere is also very important.
Atmosphere can sometimes evoke different emotions, and memories. It may bring you back to places in time that you cannot trigger by simple memory.
The restaurant I am talking about is the Wonton Chai Noodle 雲吞仔 in Markham. It you don’t know what wonton’s are, they’re basically meat filled dumplings. But instead of pan fried or steamed, they’re boiled in broth.
Every time I go and eat there, it evokes memories of my birth place: Hong Kong.
What’s strange is I don’t know why it makes me feel this way, cause never in my youth did I stay in Hong Kong long enough warrant these feelings.
This restaurant is not going to win a Michelin Star anytime soon, but for whatever reason it just puts me in a good place every time I eat there.
The obvious reason would be the food, as this place makes really delicious shrimp wontons and dace wontons. Along with extremely quick service — Hong Kong people are always in a hurry, so speed is expected. Once you order, the food comes before you have a chance to take few sips of the tea.
One thing that I’ve gravitated towards is the immediate mood when going to the restaurant. From the menus being under the glass table, to the Hong Kong radio station they place in the background, this restaurant just hits the right notes for me.
Now I am over 20 years removed from visiting Hong Kong, and it could be that nothing is authentic about this place, but that doesn’t really matter, because every time I step into this restaurant, I am just filled with strange but comforting vibes.
If you ever find yourself in Markham, look up this place (I also believe there’s a busier location in Scarborough as well).
I do not have any affiliation with this place, so it would seem a bit strange to write a food post about it, but I just felt like sharing something that gives me such joy and pleasure.
Do you have a comfort food restaurant that gives you inexplicable memories? If you do, it would be interesting to hear what place brings you to another place.
Let me know in the comments below or Tweet me your favourite and unlikely place!
Disclosure: I was sent a free copy of Corine Dehghanpisheh’s #BabyLove: My Toddler Lifefor this review. The opinions expressed are solely mine and I have no affiliation with the author or her agency.
From the moment she was born, I think my daughter sees my smartphone as the third parent.
When I used to feed her in my arms as a newborn, or rock her to sleep, my face would have a bright glow. This glow was not only from the pure joy and happiness of being a proud dad, but a literal glow and reflection of the light from my phone screen.
Admittedly, we are on our devices way too much, but the sad/scary thing is even knowing this, we don’t put in as much effort as we should in avoiding it.