magical mystery tour

mom got to go on the mystery tour today, not me :(

i got to return to the pediatrician, who diagnosed me as having a dairy intolerance. nothing but yucky soy formula and yoghurt for me from now on - for the next few months anyway. they're hoping i might just grow out of it by the time i'm 18 months (or 3 years) old.

anyway, back to the mystery. for a few days now mom has been asking dad about the curious entry in our diary that says 'we have plans tonight'. since she's normally the one in charge of these things i think she was a bit nervous about dad's organisational abilities. still, i had a nice bath and went to bed on time, Tanis turned up to babysit, and mom got in the car still not knowing where she was going. she kept her cool pretty well, although she did check with dad that they weren't going to event that started in ten minutes time that was over an hour's drive away. of course, dad had it all in hand. they were going downtown to hear the vancouver symphony orchestra, courtesy of Gerhard and Jules.

thanks guys

ducks

mom, do i have to give ALL the bread to the ducks?

wedding fun

i nearly went to a wedding at Deep Cove yacht club today. i guess you could say i actually DID go to the wedding, it's just that i slept right through it. the clapping at the end woke me up so i got to see Jules and Gerhard walking back down the aisle. i made up for missing the main event by fully participating in the reception. dad was acting as MC, so i had plenty of opportunity to take the floor (and the microphone) and keep everyone amused. the speeches were pretty good too. all in all the day was a great success. i even got to sample some of the buffet which was an unexpected bonus.

I'm walking

need i say more?

maybe now isn't the time to say more, as mom needs to type for me, and she can't do that at the same time as chasing me around the apartment. i wonder what else she won't be able to do now?

Woodlands

the church that is, not the trees.

mom and i went and visited Woodies while we were staying with granny. lots of people came and gave mom a hug in the morning, and they seemed quite pleased to see me too, although perhaps not quite as shocked as last time. The band were really cool, led by Abby and Colse, and everyone really seemed to be enjoying themselves.

We went and had lunch with Ed and Deb (mom had curry AGAIN), and i borrowed Isaac's high chair so i could have my lunch. I had a nice time playing with Isaac's toys while the grownups were talking, and then Ed taught me how to clap so that i wouldn't feel too left out in the evening service.

Next we visited Pam Scott-Cook. Pam had a very pretty fruit bowl on her coffee table that i'd soon emptied onto the floor. somehow one banana detached itself from the bunch in the process, so i thought i'd better do the right thing and eat it. i had a bit of trouble peeling it but soon managed to get my thumb in the top and half a banana in my mouth. mom looked kind of surprised. you would have thought by now she'd know i'd do just about anything for banana.

Our final stop before the evening service was the Hiscotts. i was getting pretty tired by now but i had fun sorting through their laundry while mom had a chat to Claire. Apparently it's been ten years since the church bought the Woodlands building. Seems hard to imagine that length of time.

We didn't stay too long at church in the evening: just long enough to say hi to a few more people and to show Liz H my newfound clapping skills. There were lots and lots of people there, and even after quite a few had gone upstairs there was still barely an empty seat in the place. maybe a few more should come over to Vancouver?

have you got my socks?

one of the highlights of our trip was a daytrip to Scotland to visit my new cousin. we flew with lots of very well dressed businessmen on a nice British AIrways plane from Bristol to Edinburgh. i particulary liked the leather seats - great for creating pools of drool on. anyway - i took my socks off to test the wind speed and direction, and i posted them between the seats so that the man sitting behind us could admire them. they were new stripey ones we'd bought in Bath a couple of days earlier, and were particularly stylish.

with all the excitement of meeting Uncle Alan's mom and dad for the first time, and installing my carseat in their car, it wasn't until we were on our way to Linlithgow that i realised i'd lost my socks :(

we gave Aunty Anna a HUGE surprise arriving on her doorstep. she had no idea we were coming. i got to test drive Ruaridh's stroller while we went for a walk along the canal, and then Uncle Alan met us in Sainsburys where we were buying curry for dinner. For some reason no one thought to put any curry on my plate so i helped myself to some of Aunty Anna's while she was feeding Ruaridh. Surely it can't be good for the poor chap to have curry flavoured milk?


when we flew home again in the evening mom checked lost property at the airport, but we were flying on a different plane and nobody had seen my socks. mom seemed more concerned that due to the very heavy rain our flight was possibly going to be diverted to Cardiff. i was quite looking forward to visiting England, Scotland and Wales on the same day but i suppose it would have been quite inconvenient to have my car seat in one country and the car in another. particularly when you've lost your socks. not to mention the fact that it was past my bedtime, i was wearing my PJs and mom didn't think to bring my coat. but that's another story.....

i'm back

i've had a little time off blogging, mostly because i didn't get near a computer while i was in england (or scotland) and then since i've been home i've had lots of stuff to catch up on. dad had got into the habit of putting mugs down on the coffee tables and leaving pieces of paper out on the desk while i was away. it's taken me a while to get him back in line, but now all the surfaces below three feet are clear again - the way they should be.

today's Rememberance Day. dad had the early part of the day off, and whilst tempted to go up and enjoy a day's skiing we went and hung out with Tim and Lissa instead. it's been so wet in town recently that the local ski hills have opened for the season already. today was particularly bad - mom and dad abandoned their walk not long after we left the house.

i've been thinking about walking myself. every so often i take a couple of steps on my own just to check i still know how to do it. for the most part though i pretend a need a toddle truck to push or someone's hand to hold. i'm a bit concerned that once mom knows i can walk unaided she'll want me to bring her breakfast in bed or something, and i'm rather worried i might hurt myself carrying a hot cup of tea. how long do you think that excuse will last?

fridays

i like fridays. i get to help dad at work. we go to church and set up for youth group in the evening. my help largely consists of pushing a toddle truck round and round. there's just so much SPACE, and no nasty pillars to whack my head against like there are at home. i'm getting pretty good with it now too. i can go around corners, and if i do run into a wall i know how to turn around and go in the other direction. run is quite an appropriate word, actually.

the Christmas number one?

today didn't start so well. it was raining again, and mom was going back to the dentist yet again, this time to have part of her gum removed. dad and i went to meet her in the car afterwards and we all went for a drive across town. we stopped outside a very dull looking house i didn't recognise, went around the back into the basement, and suddenly there we were inside a recording studio. it was SO cool. mom didn't dare put me down anywhere in case i broke something, but to be honest i was a bit overwhelmed myself. it was so shiny and there were so many buttons and cables and knobs and EVERYTHING.

after a while my curiousity overcame my uncertainty and i tried to escape from mom's lap. she took that as our cue to leave, but we left dad there to record a track! do you think he's ever going to come home, or do you think he's died and gone to heaven?

mom and i stopped off at the Roots factory shop on the way home, spending dad's royalties in advance. if the album goes to number one maybe we'll be able to shop in the dowtown store?