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This is the
fourth page of my Blog. I still can't wrap my mind around the concept of
numbers yet... it's not that I don't want to, truly, but I just don't see a
purpose to it. Personally, I think counting is a bit anal... a symptom of a
disturbed person who wants some kind of order of his or her life, but what
do I know? I'm just a baby. |
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| 2004-08-11 |
 My
buddy Alessandro popped in for the weekend... what a blast! He's a dynamo,
honestly, AND fully ambulatory! He came in like a hurricane and interfaced with
just about every toy I had in roughly 2 minutes. Did I mention that he can
walk?! He's from the big city ... Toronto... a big place which, I'm
guessing, must have more than a hundred people! (I can only fathom that
amount...it's gotta be more people than can fit in my aunt Lise's swimming
pool!) Alessandro wants to work in the film industry so, while he was here,
I wrote a little script to help him build up
his portfolio. |
| 2004-08-17 |
 Did
I mention I have no teeth yet? I'm not worried about it yet but my mom is a
bit stressed over it... but have you seen her mouth bones? She's got a huge
smile that is all teeth! Looks great, really... but I'm a bit worried. If
I've got her dental genes what's going to happen when those larger-than-life
pearly whites start protruding from my teeny little gums? I'm afraid I'm
going to look like Bugs Bunny's girlfriend! I'm so not looking forward to
having a tooth... |
| 2004-09-04 |
 This
liquid thing has me so baffled. It looks solid but my hand goes right
through it. It's almost always attached to some hard-surfaced projection and
seems to flow to a bed of not-quite-solid material but I can never get a
good grip on it. Sometimes I think I've got a good grip on it but then I
open my paws and nothing remains. Does anyone know what this stuff is
made of? |
| 2004-09-05 |
 OK...
so I'm a bit embarassed, I think. Suddenly my mom thinks I need some
nekkid time to commune with nature and I find myself, sans nappie, out in
public view. I must admit that the breeze is somewhat refreshing - but I do
feel a bit vulnerable. Crawling is easier... but, between you and me, I'm a
tad self-conscious as I meander across the front lawn wearing nothing more
than a hat and a bit of drool. |
| 2004-09-06 |
 So
here's Grand-papa Joe visiting from Toronto and, as far as I can tell, he's
bored with the adult company. So I read him a story... what else could I do
to entertain him? Mom and dad are so busy doing whatever they do and here's
poor GPP Joe trying to occupy his time. So I read him the story about that
poor Hippo trying to get his dad's attention. I think he liked it... |
| 2004-09-12 |
 Cousin
Nick is somewhat attached to me. He says he loves me but I'm not ready to
commit to that kinda level of emotion ... for one thing, he's much older
than me...Like, he's going to school, for crying out loud. Plus he's blood, you
know, and that's just not right. Yet, he's the closest to a boy + friend I have so a girl's gotta leave
her options open. I like Nick... he accepts me for who I am and I'm
not compelled to freak out when he puts his arms around me. I like that in a
boy. |
| 2004-09-14 |
I am soooo freaked out! I knew about the holes in my head... as far as I can
tell I have one for each finger (on one hand...) and, I'm proud to say, I
can point to them all when my handlers mention their names: "ears", "nose" and, the big
one, mouth. And I figured out their purposes too (duhhh.... doesn't take a
two-year-old to figure those out). And I kinda suspect that I have a couple
of holes in the diaper zone but I'd rather not muck around down there, if
you know what I mean. What freaked me out is, like, the other day I'm
getting some big time attention because I figured out where my belly was,
then today... Papa sticks his finger INSIDE my belly and says, with an evil
smile, "belly button"! My jaw must have dropped when my fingers slid
down to his and, I'm not kidding, I could feel another hole!!! Yuck! I'm
really worried now... what if my arms get longer and I discover a whole
network of holes? And what possible purpose could a hole in your belly
serve? Drainage? Feeding? I shudder to think of the possibilities... |
| 2004-10-18 |
Just got back from a holiday in a place called "Florida"... I don't actually
know what a "holiday" is, much less where "Florida" is... but I do know
that, for a period of time, it was warm, the sun was shining and I got to
play in the water. Whether that's related to the Florida part or the holiday
part is a mystery to me. Anyways, soooo much happened there that I had to
create a separate Florida page just to deal with it. I tell you, it
was a real eye-opener... I feel much more worldly now. Check out my
vacation page.
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| 2004-10-24 |
 I'm
not sure about this 'bro.... he's been educated in the black art of the
Mechanic and works at the most revered place my papa calls "Canadian Tire"
yet he seems obsessed with playing with the engine head when this motor is
obviously having some carburetor issues. I made a few adjustments but,
as you might guess, being 2 feet tall limits my ability to influence change.
Personally I think he should switch to a motor vehicle that has a bit more
muscle...perhaps something a little German....
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| 2004-11-21 |
 Mom
smiles a lot, I'm noticing.... I think it's because she has teeth.
I've finally got a few of my own but they're kinda useless, really. I mean,
what's the point of having teeth on the bottom of your jaw if there are none
at the top? I keep jabbing my upper gums! And they wonder why I seem
crankier than usual... |
| 2004-12-11 |
At playgroup today I heard
a lot of talk among my peers about this guy named "Santa" -- apparently he's
a very kid-friendly kind of guy who does nice things for little people
everywhere. Naturally, I thought this was a guy I wanted to meet so I managed
to convince my primary parental unit to get me an audience with this fabled
character. Personally, I don't think this dude gets out much. When I first
saw the ridiculously long white beard and the goofy red suit and cap, I
thought this was a man with issues about growing up -- I mean he's obviously
centuries old with that beard yet he wears a sleeper out in public (I have
one just like it too...with the goofy cap). Naturally, I screamed when mom
tries to deposit me on his knee.... please! Let's chat a bit before making
me cuddle with this guy! Anyways, he didn't seem to know what to do with a
screaming baby so I tried to break the ice by playing peek-a-boo with the
elf taking the pictures. He seemed to relax a bit afterwards but.... I dunno... I guess I'll have to get to know him better before passing
judgement. |
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