Thursday, 17 June 2010

A party would have been too obvious

We decided we weren't going to throw a 1st birthday party for the sprout. I didn't feel like inviting a bunch of people over so the sprout could take a nap.

And I eat far too much cake anyways. I don't need another occasion to have more cake.

Besides, I have a hard enough time keeping my house clean. Now that we are selling I haven't gotten any better. Ugh.

So, what do you think a science major and a math major do with their first born for his first birthday?

Well, first we took a trip on a steam engine.

But the sprout decided we were going too slow, so he drove instead.

Then, he flew us up to the moon in a rocket ship.

On the way back to earth we stopped off at the space station to operate the Canadarm.

To end the day we traveled really fast down some optic wires, just like data traveling from one point to another.

And after all that, the sprout passed out.

Yes, he actually sleeps like that quite regularly. It helps amplifies the farting which is especially nice when he has his ass right next to your head.

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Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Friday, 11 June 2010

uh... you missed a spot

My child loves the broom.

Okay, that sounds like a euphemism for...

Well, we aren't going to go there.

But, seriously, the sprout loves the broom. Literally.

We've all been working hard getting our place ready for sale. Which has involved giving the sprout a lot of piggy backs in the Beco. (Oh, god... that sound like a euphemism too...) If I need to get something done, like, say, sweep the floors and the sprout wants to, say, cruise the furniture and put lots of sweaty footprints all over the nice floor I am trying to clean, it is just easier to hoist him on to my back. Where he can chat and drool on mummy's head and point and tell me I am doing it all wrong.

He always giggles when I sweep. It is by far the funniest thing I've done lately. Apparently, I suck at cleaning the floor. I suck so much that it reduces my child to a giggling lunatic.

I guess the sprout thought I needed a lesson in how it's done.
Can you see the dust that he's swept up? Genius child. I wonder if I can whore him out to cleaning companies and make some extra cash have more money to put into his RESP.

Oh wait, there is something against child labour, isn't there?

No child labour laws were broken during the writing of this blog post.

Monday, 7 June 2010

so apparently we aren't too cool

For crawling, that is.

The sprout has never shown an interest in crawling. Standing and cruising is far more interesting.

Until recently.

Hello angry crawl.

You. big. meanie. You. have. put. me. on. my. ass. in. the. middle. of. the. floor. Well. screw. you. I. want. to. cruise.

So far he's only figured out how to crawl to the couch to pull himself up to stand. He hasn't figured out that cruising is a mode of transport. I haven't enlightened him to this fact.

He doesn't need to know, does he?