Famous for the spectacular Elora Gorge and its 80 foot limestone cliffs descending into the Grand and Irvine Rivers. Adventure enthusiasts and nature lovers regularly flock to Elora, Ontario to enjoy some fun and take in the natural beauty.
Many original stone buildings from the 1800′s still make up the downtown village centre. Over the decades, Elora has maintained its old world charm and the century-old buildings have been transformed into unique galleries, gift shops, artists studios and charming restaurants creating the perfect four-season shopping and dining destination.
Elora is a cultural haven with so much to offer. Rich in live music, visual arts, crafts, up-scale boutiques, natural beauty, architecture, culinary flavours, and diverse in culture; Elora provides an alternative lifestyle not typically found in small, rural communities in this day and age. Discover for yourself what makes Elora so unique and you will fall in love too!
“Mommy, look! I’ve got a baby in my tummy,” my three-year-old, Laura, stands in front of me her t-shirt pulled tight over a lumpy object stuck underneath. “Me too! Auntie Jess!” her four-year-old cousin Tiffany runs over patting her lumpy front as well. “Wow girls that’s amazing, we all match,” I rub my own very large baby bump, as I settle into the rocking chair and prop my feet up on the matching footstool. “I think it’s time for you to go to the doctor,” Tiffany says to Laura. “I’ll be the doctor.”
Tiffany runs over to the toy box in the corner and starts throwing things helter-skelter as she searches for the toy doctor kit. Meanwhile, Laura crawls up on the couch lying very still her head carefully perched on a throw pillow, “I’m ready Doctor Tiffany,” she proclaims.
The doctor hurries over and placing her medical bag on the coffee table, opens it and pulls out the stethoscope and puts the little plastic earpieces in her ears. Leaning over her patient she puts the round chest piece on the t-shirt lump and proclaims “you’re alive!” “No I’m still dead!” Laura replies in a very annoyed voice. “You haven’t taken my temperature and given me my medicine yet.” “Oh right!” Dr. Tiffany turns back to her medical kit and pulls out a plastic thermometer and plops it into Laura’s mouth, a couple seconds later she pulls it out and says in a very sad voice, “I’m sorry you’ve got a temperature, now you need medicine.” She retrieves a very large syringe from the doctor’s bag and proceeds to give her patient an injection in her arm. “Now you’re alive!” “Doctor I think it’s time to have my baby!” Laura exclaims. Dr. Tiffany holds the stethoscope’s chest piece to the lumpy t-shirt again and says “Yes it is!” She then sticks her hand under Laura’s t-shirt and yanks out “the baby”. “It’s a princess!” the doctor exclaims handing over “the baby” complete with frilly dress and crown to the mother. “Wow! I always wanted to have a princess,” my daughter says cuddling her newborn. “Now it’s my turn!” Tiffany says tossing the stethoscope on the coffee table and shoving Laura off the couch. The newborn is dropped to the floor already forgotten, and the new patient assumes the position on the “examining table”.
Dr. Laura rummages in the doctor’s bag and comes out with a tool for examining eyes and ears and proceeds to look into Tiffany’s ears “I don’t see anything in there,” she tells her patient. “What?” Tiffany looks over at the doctor. “Did my brain fall out?”“Yes. But don’t worry I have a needle for that,” Doctor Laura grabs the huge syringe and gives her patient an injection in the forehead. Then she looks in Tiffany’s ear again. “It worked! Your brain is back.” “Thank you doctor,” Tiffany replies rubbing her six-times-it’s-normal size belly. “Now I think it’s time to have my baby.” Doctor Laura reaches back into her medical bag and pulls out the reflex testing hammer. She bangs on the her patient’s enormous belly a few times and says, “yes, I think you’re right.” She then reaches under Tiffany’s shirt and pulls out “the baby” tail first. “It’s an elephant!” “Yay!” the girls cheer. Laura retrieves her newborn from the floor under the coffee table where it had gotten kicked, and they are both about to take their “babies“ off to their next adventure when they look over at me. Then they look at each other and then they look over at their doctor bag.
Grabbing their medical supplies they come over to my chair. “Auntie Jess, would you like us to help you have your baby now,” Tiffany points at my baby bump. “Yeah, mommy we’re really good at it, and you’ve been carrying your baby in there a long time now,” Laura chimes in. “Umm…” I look from one hopeful face to another. Tiffany pulls out her stethoscope and starts listening to my bump, Laura digs out her reflex hammer and is about to start banging when the phone rings. Saved by the bell. “Oh, sorry girls, I’m afraid I’ve got to get the phone. But I bet your babies are hungry, maybe you should go make them some food.” “Pizza!” Laura says already running to the play kitchen. “With ice cream and sprinkles,” Tiffany says right behind her. And with a sigh I heave myself to my feet to answer the phone and thank who ever just saved me from an early delivery at the hands of Doctors Laura and Tiffany.