More Piano?

Really?  More piano?  Did Led Zepplin ever ask for more piano?  I don't think so.

Rock on.

A Womb with a View

Have you ever been so cozy that it is absolutely impossible to stay awake?  I have found such an area.  Second only to being back in the womb, my new stroller sack is the equivalent to being hugged by angels holding fresh sheets from the dryer.

This little hot pocket is the greatest thing to be invented since … well…hot pockets.  The one that we got is actually called a “footmuff” but I refuse to acknowledge this horrible and misleading name.  For anyone that lives in a colder climate, I beg of you to get on this train to comfy-town.  Even though Vanier is the most “North” that I’ve ever been, I imagine myself as an Eskimo princess in a dog sled.  I’d yell “mush” at Mom if I wanted her to pick up the pace.

After a quick internet search (Yes, I do use computers.  Not in the traditional way of clicking a mouse and typing.  My technique involves more finger pointing and hand smashing on the keyboard.  It’s not pretty but is works.), I looked for a “stroller sack” equivalent for Dad.  I thought it would keep him warm at work.  (On a side note, I have no idea what Dad does for work.  I assume from his rugged good looks that he is either a quiet but “sympathizes-what-you-are-going-through-with-a-subtle-nod-of-his-head” type ranch hand or a modest underwear model for a company that makes flannel lined boxers.)  Either way, I found the “nap sack” (see photo).  Not as glamorous as I was hoping for but it looks like you would be cozy while preparing breakfast in your 70’s wood paneled kitchen.

This is my first real winter that I have experienced.  Dad has told me stories of 10 foot tall snow banks and -40 degree weather but so far this winter hasn’t been too bad.  I haven’t had to shovel once!  As long as I have my stroller sack, bring on the imposing Canadian winter!!

New Years Resolution

I’m not going to lie.  It has been a really busy year for me… excluding those first 2 months of 2011 when I was in the womb.  Those were the days.

I’ve learned a lot of things in the past 10 months, as well as picked up some bad habits.  I can now walk (with assistance), feed myself, and say the word “Dad” (I have no idea what it means or how to use it in a sentence but I can say it randomly throughout the day as a verb, noun, or as an adjective).  Unfortunately I have also acquired an insatiable draw to stairs, electrical plugs, the dog’s face, and gin and tonics.  Actually, the last one is more Mom’s vice, but I figured I’d throw it on the list anyways.  I realize that I’m just a baby and the standards are a little different, but in addition to these vices I have also picked up an awfully bad habit.  Just between us…I hate to admit it but I literally poop my pants a couple times a DAY.  Luckily Mom and Dad have become accustomed to this little “problem” and have wrapped me up in easily replaceable cotton shorts.  The cotton shorts help “absorb” my problem but really make my ass look huge.  Too much badonk in this baby donk.

So, with all of this said, I have some big aspirations for 2012.

1)  Learn how to walk by myself (a simple “step” but should lead to all sorts of fun).

2)  Be up in the gym just working on my fitness.

3)  Whip my hair back and forth (once my hair actually grows in…).

4)  Try to understand Dubstep (it seems to baffle Mom).

5)  Teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.

And,

6)  Learn more creative ways to enrage, exacerbate, and frustrate my parents while still being able to flash a quick smile, giggle, or blink of my beautiful blue eyes to turn them to mush.

Cheers to a great upcoming year!