happiness ... the elusive quality in a baby's repertoire

so, i type this while listening to a bunch of teenagers rocking the house. i don’t know what the band is called yet, i’ll have to ask. it’s a bit loud, and they have a little practice to do, but they rock. cover of “no sugar tonight” by the Guess Who is rather fine.

for some reason this week i find myself to be crying and screaming a lot. none of us really know why. i think i may be going for a “growth spurt” but it’s lasting a long time. mom and dad would rather i cheered up. i do smile and enjoy the good stuff still ... but really only for 20mins at a time.

top tips welcome on how to get more happy. it is of course raining .. very hard .. actually really hard. there's enough to make life bad right there - especially as the mountains are not openfor skiing right now .. grrr

hot pants

hot kid, hot pants. i’m not the biggest fan of my new cloth diapers, although i like to do my bit to save some trees and landfill space. actually what i really love to do is lie naked on the bathroom floor, but perhaps i shouldn’t be publishing these things ...

i'm so proud of my dad's example

hey mr preacher man

that's my dad, that is. he preached me a great sermon last week, and it sounded pretty good when i overheard him preaching it again to mom on saturday night, but you know, by sunday morning i'd heard it enough. i mean, how many times do you expect a guy to listen to the same talk in a week? mom tried to keep me quiet by making me eat, but i wasn't having any of it. i reckon if all those people were so keen to hear dad speak they could have come round to our house earlier in the week, right?

lots of people said nice things to him afterwards, but i didn't tell them it was only that good because he'd been practising on me.

big question is.......are they going to ask him to preach again?

we went skiing

more accurately, mom went skiing, dad did a bit of snowboarding, and i had a nap, cried, ate, cried, had a nap .....and generally prevented dad from writing his sermon or having a nap himself. mom had a fantastic time, even though she left me behind in the lodge. i didn't mind all that much - the light was very bright outside with the sun reflecting off the snow and it was a bit chilly for my liking.

it was a bit of a squash getting a snowboard, a pair of skis, two pairs of boots, my stroller and diaper bag and changes of clothes for everyone into the back of the car. i think we'll need to get a roofrack or a bigger car soon, especially if mom and dad are going to make a habit of this. i need to take more toys with me next time, and perhaps a book or two to read. a more comfortable chair than my stroller would be good too if i'm going to be stuck in it all day. it might be prudent to take along a bit of extra food for me too - i could get hungry being at altitude.

when it comes to travelling i think i take after my mom. being prepared means taking everything i might possibly need - and i'll keep thinking of things to take until every last square inch of space has been filled.

I've got hands

two of them......i've discovered what the thumbs are for, but what about the fingers? they're really interesting - i could watch them for hours. they seem to get tied up in knots very easily though. maybe it's because i've got so many? they poke my eye whilst i suck my thumb too, but my mouth's not big enough to get them all in as well. i know, i've tried.

Hey uncle nick j

i sent you an email to let you know of my existence, but it came back saying you were out of the office until March. i want a job like yours when i grow up. in the meantime, i'm looking forward to meeting you. mom says you make a mean tinned macaroni cheese. you'd fit in well here - Kraft mac and cheese is the national dish. it comes in a box though, so making it is a bit more technical than perhaps you could manage?

send me an email and we can continue our conversation in private. i want to know what mom and dad were like as teenagers, so i know how best to wind them up in later life

I'm dreaming of a white christmas...

or maybe it was real. one minute i was warm and snug in my carseat, having a little post-lunch snooze (definitely the thing to do on christmas day), the next thing i knew the outside world had gone white. having put enough clothes on me to ensure i got thoroughly cross and overheated, mom and dad then took me outside into the cold and wet. OK, so the trees were pretty although i quite like them green as a rule, but what was with that person who'd been out there so long they'd turned white from head to toe? it looked like their facial features had been turned to candy too. fortunately mom put me back in the car before the same thing happened to me.

next stop was BC womens hospital. i wanted to check my first girlfriend hadn't forgotten me. we found christi up on the ward waiting to deliver another baby. she was really pleased to see me, and still thanks i'm gorgeous. that's alright then.

finally mom and dad got around to putting the turkey in the oven. i don't know what's wrong with them. it's not like they went to church or anything today. perhaps they like eating a full roast lunch at 10pm?