red, white - who cares?

from the pen of Joel Sopwith M.A.
if a box contains mostly red balls, and you randomly pull out six, it would be reasonable to assume that most of these would be red. if they were predominantly white then surely that requires a second look.
undertaking research at this level is a serious business, only to be conducted by those who've already been there and got the T shirt.

studying to PhD level will require the wearing of said T shirt along with my newly awarded UBC infant cognition lab bib. maybe next time i'll get a hat?

babysitters

who would have thought it would be so hard to find a babysitter? not dad that's for sure. it's not like i'm a difficult child or anything. still, auntie wendy came to the rescue and mom and dad got to go out to Bard on the Beach, so all's well that ends well. except they went to see Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. anyway........

bad hair days

oh dear, i guess it happens to us all eventually. i have enough hair to have a bad hair day. dad is showing me all his tricks, but no matter what we both do, the amazing dudes we see in the mirror seem to fade once we hit the streets. it's most depressing.

if any of you hair product experts out there can recommend a good something that doesn't make my eyes sting, that'd be good. i need to create that random bed-hair spike effect, that looks like it just happened, but is actually the result of 45 minutes of careful spike positioning. not as perfect as a US army sargeant spike, and not as severe as the prodigy. more like erm .. beautiful film star type.

the colour of my hair is of course perfect and the girls are already jealous. tee hee.

my new playroom

the floor and trim are in place, my big foam number mats are ready for action. they're so colourful, and i nearly hyperventilated when mom sat me on them. she enjoyed sitting on the sofa and reading the paper for at least 90 seconds before i demanded more peekaboo and other treats. there's real genuine daylight in the new room (named "the south room"), it's a rare commodity in the basement - we all really love it.

"the thing about water fights is ..."

"...there are never normally spectators"

a quote from mom today when dad invited me and her over to the church to watch 25 6-12 year olds pummeling each other with sponges, supersoakers, and all things waterpistolic. what sort of job does my dad have that he gets paid to organise water fights, eh? he assures me it's not all glamourous, but i'm not so sure.

crowds

so this time of year is all about crowds ... normally including food, and often music, occasionally fireworks. crowd #1 was last sunday: greek day. our local street was blocked off to make way for much souvlaki, bazouki tunes, and greek dancing. lots of people.


crowd #2 was canada day today. supposed to be lots of fireworks and burgers, but the mayor seems to be too cheap for fireworks again this year. probably just as well, as they might make me cry ... ba boooooom. we took some photos (check the album, email me for a password) of me and the canada flag, and i made loads of people smile by shouting and waving my flag. "O Canada, my home and native land ...". i like being canadian it's fun, and i'm really good at it.

starting early

having discovered just how many years mom spent at university, i've realised i need to get started now if i'm ever going to be as smart as her. last week i went to UBC (University of British Columbia) and got my first honorary degree: Infant Scientist. i undertook research into the developing perception of non-native nasal consonant contrasts in the department of psychology. i was, apparently, a perfect model of habituation.

like i said, mom's real smart. i understood the bit about being perfect and thoroughly enjoyed watching the TV screen (bigger picture here)

the race is on

who'll be first to walk? granny recovering from a broken hip or joel who doesn't really know how to do it? granny's well ahead in terms of motivation since crying when you want to be carried generally doesn't work after a certain age. while granny struggles to reach her toothbrush, joel is still waiting for more teeth to make an appearance.
however, after early indications of an easy victory, disaster struck. granny fell again and is now back in hospital having had her hip replaced :(
get well soon granny