party tricks

so I've learnt some new tricks. we had a party on thursday night. 8 car seats full of new "friends of Joel" descended on Chad and Sarah's apartment in Burnaby, and we shared secrets of how to keep 8 sets of inexperienced parents busy. this was a prenatal group reunion. the word prenatal means little more to me than whale sounds, gentle rocking and a lot of liquid. also, you know, it's bizarre: my hiccups didn't make any noise back then.

anyhow, I digress. the important thing is that Finn (28 days older than me), told me all about projectile poo'ing.

sweet. dad was the lucky witness of my inauguration the following morning, but I'll get mum soon, don't you worry. bit liquid, but great distance! a further tip picked up from several babies in the room was that I really don't have to wait 3 hours to feed. 2 hours is perfectly acceptable, especially when mom and dad are in the middle of trying to regain a normal life. hey if i'm hungry, it's all about me right? mom picked up lots of stories about feeding me. i'm doing really well at that, but could do with causing a little less pain for poor mommy. what is this word chomping?

fabulous evening - excellent fun watching all the adults laughing at us while we tried a group photo.


thanks so much to thea, oliver, sol, finn, james, alexander and hailey for a fabulous evening. In case you're having trouble working out where I am, I'm the one in the dark blue, pretending to sleep in between sol (the really amazing one who actually looked at the camera), and Finn, who is actually quite heavy. I promise not to tell you who cried first, but the evidence is before you all.