New shoes

Bought ourselves some new shoes today.

I'm still wearing my shorts, but the sandals have to go. So new boots were in order.

Here's a picture (mine are on the left).


Mine were $50 and are ten times the size of Tanners. Shouldn't his ones be one tenth of the price?

The boys finally bonded

"I love this kid"

"nothing but cheerios kid, c'mon"
"Okay, I'm jut gonna wait"

"and wait"

First OWee

Is that how you spell it?

Not including rolling over on the living room floor and banging his head, constantly, for the first few weeks, or rolling of the sofa/bed/airplane seat. They're all self inflicted and.... there was no blood.

There has to be blood or else there's really nothing to cry about, right?

Although I did elbow my daughter on the nose when she was about 2 and a half. Off my elbow and headlong into my nan's sideboard, now that was an owee. Probably the only thing she remembers about me.

Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, we were playing with this.



I should've picked up on the satanic grin this toy has on it's face.

He was laying on his back mucking around with it when he started bawling. I had no idea why, so I picked him up with the usual "there, there"'s and he buried his head in my shoulder, drooling, and eventually the sobbing stopped.

With that, I thought we should go for a walk. It was a beautiful day and I thought a walk was in order. When we got to the corner of First Avenue and Commercial Drive I noticed that he had some dried up banana between his fingers so I reached for a Kleenex and started to clean his hands. That's when I noticed the red stuff on his fingers, doesn't look like yam? Oh oh, what's that red stuff on the rice cracker he's eating?

The penny dropped. I looked at his lip and there it was, an owee. Luckily I hadn't given him that pickled onion that he wanted because there would have been hell to pay.



I probably should've got tracy to photoshop his nostrils. He has a cold. What can I say?

Some readers might remember the first photograph I ever sent of Tanner. The referral picture from the orphanage. I scanned it and used all the filters in the scanner (I don't know why). Well, the dust filter removed one of his nostrils! So this picture at least confirms he has two. How he breathes through them? Who nose? That's a little pun right there.

In conclusion, a more attentive dad would've realized the stain on his T-shirt.....



(It's just below the many chins)

Wasn't drool, it was blood.

I hope the next 40,000 Owee's go better than this one.

Spoons. More complicated than they look.

First time in a swing.

This was a few weeks ago.

In North Vancouver With Mum and Aunti Karen.

Today I became a dad, officially.

From the first day we brought our son into our lives, he has always said "Ga" pronounced like the "a" in again. We initially thought it might have some Cantonese significance but Jack, our tour guide, said "it's just a baby sound" in a "are you people stupid?" kind of way.

Anyway, after a few weeks of me saying "dad" constantly, he finally said "Da" sometimes even "da-da".

Then, everything became "Da". It was Da this Da that, even the dog became Da. So, I started on Mum.

He went back to "Ga" shortly thereafter but pronounced it differently. It became "Ga" with the "a" pronounced like in "Aspect".

He knows what a "sock" is (and has for sometime) and today I established he knows what "cookie" is.

Today he went back to "Da" but directed at me, if I didn't respond, it was "Dada" and then add numerous exclamation marks if I didn't respond quickly enough.

A mixed blessing really, warms the cockles of my heart to once again hear a baby calling me when it needs something, but c'mon kid, it's not all about you.

Wrapped around his little finger, that's where I am.

Hasselback potatoes

Now don't these look good?



They look better than they tasted. The spuds I used were too big and were still a little crunchy. But the slice of garlic between each slice of potato made up for it.