fridge poetry

dad got disproportionately excited as he finally unloaded all the fridge poetry into it's proper destination this afternoon. a worthy activity to accompany a nice cup of tea. being a canadian fridge, the blank canvas is truly magnificent.

anyhow, thought i should have a go at my first fridge poem ... enjoy

"drunk on milk, enormous smelly pants
playful moment, purple scream
I lie gorgeous, love-ing you mad"

JAS Feb 2005

toys

There are some definite advantages to being born Canadian. For example, mom and dad had to learn french at school in order to be understood (or not!) when they left the little island they were born on. Being Canadian, i was born bilingual. This week mom and i went to the library, and i choose 'Bebe Mozart' as my video of the week. This is Baby Einstein in french - guaranteed to blow my mind, or was that grown my brain?

i have plenty of other educational toys, mostly made by Lamaze: a cube with handles that i'm getting really good at passing from hand to hand, a twisted knot i can tug and chew, and an octopus that is actually a bit scary. my favorite toy though is a family size packet of chips (crisps - granny). preferably Lays ready salted: bright red, crinkly without sharp corners, and the Klippit mom uses to keep my fingers out is excellent for chewing on. who needs these fancy educational toys anyway?

obeying my father

Life's been pretty busy recently. The builders have come back to finish my playroom - i hope mom lets me make as much noise and mess in there as they are, we've been to see a financial advisor, done some shopping and had at least half a dozen of my friends round every Thursday afternoon for a few weeks now. All in all, i've been so tired i decided to make the ultimate sacrifice. For a few nights i decided to skip my midnight feast. It was a tough choice to make, only eating once between midnight and 6am, but i managed it for a while. The only real problem is mom and dad. They were SO pleased with me and SO happy when i did finally wake up that i've realised i was depriving them not only of my company in the night but also of giving mom the opportunity to feed me and dad the opportunity to change my diaper.

Regretfully then i've decided to put their needs before my own, and have reverted to my three times a night habit. anything to make mom happy, that's what dad told me to do.

growing changes things

so i have now grown to the size of an average 6 year old or something excessive like that. I'm wearing clothes that used to fall off me, and i am giving away some clothes that i never actually wore before they got too small. my new car seat is pretty cool - real car interior upholstery, will convert to a front facer when i get a bit stronger, has a real 5 part harness like maverick in top gun, and comes with the essential vancouver accessory - a coffee cup holder - hoowah.

so erm, mom's doing a fabulous job in so many ways. i like her, she makes me chuckle when she goes whoosh whoosh. chuckling's fun, my latest trick.

4 eyes

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anyone for dinner?

after a week of green pesto interspersed with the occasional dose of spinach and ricotta we are very pleased (relieved?) to annouce the return of carrot souffle to the menu :)

sorry mom

so mom went to the dentist today for her post-natal check up, and i think i caused her a spot of bother.....a loose crown, 'leaking fillings', and some cracked teeth. not entirely sure how much is my fault, and how much is mom not eating enough ice cream and chocolate milk but it's not looking good in there right now. still don't know what she's worried about, she's doing better than me. i've not got any teeth at all. may be i need to up my chocolate milk intake?

My musical career begins

now, dad's kind of OK at the piano. i've been watching and listening quite patiently as you see. but in the end it was time to say "move over big guy ... maestro's coming through!"

so, time for the first movie moment at "i-blog-2u", the continuing adventures of Joel Alexander. i hope it works for you, this is my first musical performance. mom managed to catch it on video.

Piano Man (small) 460K
Piano Man (large) 1,363K

actually dad really thinks i should be an electric guitarist. i've been showing the right moves to be a cellist over the weeks, and did a fabulous job at conducting some rachmaninov in my early days. you never know i may surprise everyone by becoming a baseball pro and leave music altogether. (dad spluttered into his coffee ... no pressure son, you do anything you want, but baseball ... baseball? not the most exciting sport in the world eh son? think very carefully)

MITTS

today was the inaugural meeting of "moms, infants and tiny tots" (MITTS). basically mom invited all my potential girlfriends around (with their moms) and i got to check them out. I was a bit put out that Noah came too, but he slept most of the afternoon - not so impressive to the girls :). later Finn came to add some real competition - he's about the same height as me, but a month older. the girls are all cute and petite and it was fun to hang out.

we had a lovely time with about a dozen babies and their moms. everyone was on their best behaviour so there wasn't any screaming from the moms and the babies didn't eat all the cookies. hurrah. we're getting somewhere near having our final room built too, which will add a little space and give the purple sofas a more appropriate setting.

dad kept a safe 3 blocks between us and him and did some "work" whatever that is?

was it you?

someone's given me a nasty tummy bug, and i want to know who it was. perhaps whoever's responsible would like to come and change my diapers? they're green and smelly and need changing every twenty minutes or so. mom's fed up already and it's only been 48 hours. i've given myself a sore throat by crying too much and now my voice sounds really strange - kind of squeaky.

i had quite a long sleep last night trying to get better which worried mom somewhat. it was only four hours that i was asleep for, but she was worried i might be getting dehydrated and i don't think my funny voice was all that reassuring.

so....if it's your bug, perhaps you'd like to come and take it back now?