Food Review: Mango

I can't even...

Dear Mango,

Marry me you old so and so.  Prunes are dead to me.

Yours with undying love,
Ducky

Bottom line:  WHEEE!!!  Dum dum dumdum, dum dum dumdum...

Destination Review: Vancouver

A mountain making sure the sky doesn't go too far.

Five months ago Mamamamama and Dadada took me to a place called "Florida".  "Florida" was amazing.  It was warm, Grandma and Peepa were there (I just love those two!), and I had a bed, food and lots of attention.  Pretty much all the comforts of home, minus the freezing cold weather.  A++. 

Well just this past week Mamamamama and I left Dadada at home (the bad part) and went to Vancouver to visit Grandpa (the good part).

Vancouver is great!  I had a bed, food and lots of attention.  Plus there were mountains (for those of you unfamiliar with mountains, they are big shadowy things that connect the ground to the sky), and an ocean (best described as a large pool I was not allowed to splash in - though inexplicably a bunch of birds WERE allowed to splash in it - I'm still a little miffed about the injustice of that situation, but I digress...).  We went for lots of walks, met lots of people, snuggled with Grandpa and threw food all over his kitchen floor! 

The biggest drawback to Vancouver was the endless trip there and back.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoy waving at every possible person just as much as the next baby, and Mamamamama is a delight to cuddle with - but an estimated 17 hours straight of nothing but waving and cuddling in an "airplane" is enough to drive any baby to fuss and/or nap. 

I wish we could go to Vancouver every week, but would prefer if it relocated to the Park down the street from our house.  That would be much more convenient.

Bottom line:  WHEEE!!!  The next best thing to throwing food all over my own kitchen floor.

Activity Review: Bubble Time

Aren't they beautiful?!

I'm about to share an experience with you, dear reader, that can only be described as magical.  When you are finished reading this entry, you must immediately go to your nearest bubble store to buy bubble water, and then head to your front porch to blow as many bubbles as you possibly can.

Now that it is no longer colder than a refrigerated jar of purée outside, Mamamamama and I have made it part of our routine to sit out on the front porch in the late afternoon.  We read some books, play with some toys, try to put leaves into our mouths when the other person isn't looking (no?  just me?), and watch with awe as bubbles float around us, courtesy of Mamamamama and a bottle of bubble water.

Bubbles are quite possibly the most beautiful and frustrating things on earth.  Beautiful because they fly and are full of swirly rainbows and are the most perfect circles.  Frustrating because they either fly too high to grab, or they vanish as soon as they feel threatened (which is basically ALWAYS, much like our cats).  Sometimes Mamamamama will catch one on her magic bubble wand and bring it to me, but bubbles submit to no one, not even Mamamamama, and they disappear the second I reach out to grab them.  The element of surprise is no match for a bubble's magic. 

Bubble Time is truly one of my favourite times of day.  Especially because a few days ago I made Mamamamama so proud she cried a little when I repeated her question "more bubbles?!" back to her (granted it sounded more like "ma baba", but I'm new to this whole "words" scene).  Now I let her know whenever I'm ready for more bubbles by telling her "ma baba" while clapping my hands.

I'm gonna have to look into this talking thing a little more closely, because it seems like a highly effective way to let Mamamamama and Dadada know exactly what I want...

Bottom line:  WHEEE!!!  Ma baba!!!!  Ma baba!!!!