Archive for November, 2009

Fun on a bus

Monday, November 30th, 2009

We took several different buses this weekend to do some Christmas shopping. Our son loves it. He asks questions about everything that is going on, comments what everyone is doing and of course, being so awfully cute and funny (no bias here), he makes everyone smile (or laugh) and total ...

Babbling and other cutenesses

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

Things are going great at home. We are in a period of ease with our son: he is sleeping decently, he's not being too confrontational and he's just so cute! When he goes to bed, after I have tucked him in, he asks for another hug and kiss from Papa. ...

Bougou!

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

Now that our son can make complete sentences and tell stories that last for 10 minutes, you'd think we'd be able to understand him all the time. But no. He has recently decided that "real" words were overrated, and he frequently reverts to invented words to answer to our questions, ...

Normal curiosity

Monday, November 9th, 2009

On the way to our favorite fruit and veggie store, there is a store that sells fetish wear for men, catering to the gay community we live right in the middle of. Their storefront usually shows male mannequins dressed in nothing but the most revealing underwear. And they are always ...

Zoom, zoom, zoom…

Friday, November 6th, 2009

Last week, God knows why, Zak mentioned space ships to our son. He then jumped on YouTube to show him a launch, and he was describing everything to him as he always does, even though I figured he couldn't possibly comprehend all this stuff about the astronauts climbing in the ...

Apologies

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

My son is banging on a Lego man with his finger and telling one of those long-winded stories he has become the master of: - ... and they (not sure who, I missed that part) go bang! bang! bang! - Poor Jackie Paper (that's the name of the Lego man)... It ...

Guilt inducer…

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

I am getting ready to go to work on a Tuesday morning: - Maman, where you going? - I'm going to work. - Again? It's a good thing Zak is home with him. If I had been about to drop him at daycare, I would have felt guilty. As it is, I just find ...