It’s taken forever to get around to this, but there are finally some new photos of Toby on his site (scroll to the bottom of the page). Some of them have been slightly doctored using PhotoShop, which I’m still getting to grips with – I think that’s the deal with that program, even for expert users. But for some reason a number of the pictures came out really dark when they were developed, but technology has rescued them fairly well.
Archive for September, 2003
There was a thing in the Backfence column last week talking about the song American Pie. A few days later there was a link to the site Understanding American Pie which rather earnestly takes you through the song and suggests what it may be all about, line by line. Rather interesting and worth a read.
In other news due to the unseasonably cold weather, I changed the window screens for storm windows tonight. Already. Three weeks ago it was over 80 degrees!
Toby’s had a cold over the weekend, and has had a really hard time getting to and staying asleep. His nose is a little blocked up, which means that he wakes frequently in the night, and when he does wake and find himself in his room, he gets really unhappy and won’t settle down. Last night he would not relax at all so Emma took him to the spare room, where they slept for the night. It’s the first time I’ve almost been angry with him – as soon as he was in the bed with her he was all smiles and it was just really exasperating. But it seems that he’s not the only one having this issue – his friend Sam is being a bit pesky too.
We went for brunch yesterday with a bunch of friends, it was a lot of fun. Toby enjoyed it too – he’s quite sociable and we really appreciate being able to take him along with us and not worrying too much about him. At the start of the meal someone asked if he had any teeth yet. I told her no, but his gums are getting more and more solid so it might not be long. Ten minutes later, he gnawed on Emma’s finger and she noticed that something felt different. A tooth! Or at least the corner of one, but we have a breakthrough.
It’s been said that if you had a roomful of an infinite number of monkeys each with a typewriter, eventually they would type Shakespeare (or something). To test this theory, we enlisted the help of our little boy to see what would happen if he was let loose on the keyboard. Although he enjoyed himself greatly, we have some way to go before the eloquence of the Dane:
b gfhg h v vj vcyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
hggggggggg m v5tb?FV^74\ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
[=a;aQW 32=Z-0X4X9SXSQ C-0,34-
I mentioned our friend Robin in the last post – one of his weblogs is a Misfortune Report where he lists all the crap things that have happened to him lately. He’s had a rough time in the last few months, so give him a hug if you see him.
It’s the last full day of the holiday and being the saddo that I am, I’m on the computer for a few minutes checking email and stuff. Actually it’s OK to be inside – after a whole week of beautiful sunshine it’s hammering down with hail and rain outside, which is a bit disconcerting for young Toby. He’s had a bit of a funny couple of days: I think his teething is really bugging him at the moment so he’s not always as happy as usual. We did have some fun last night though when we were out in the garden. I showed him some bees buzzing around, and made a buzzing noise for him, which was apparently the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
Today we went out to McMorran’s beachhouse restaurant, in honor of our friend Robin back in London and had a very pleasant lunch. Afterwards we took Toby to a petting zoo where he met some little goats, ducks and chickens. The sheep seemed to bother him a little, and we had some tears when one of them baahed very loudly and gave him a fright. Another reason to leave in a hurry – the baby goats were for sale and Emma wanted to buy Julius, the cutest, bounciest little goat who was born on August 22.
Anyway, we’ve had an excellent holiday and are feeling well rested and relaxed. Hope we’re going to be able to deal with work on Monday – ugh.
We’re on vacation at the moment in beautiful Victoria, BC, on Vancouver Island, the South West coast of Canada. We’ve had gorgeous weather so far – warm and sunny but not humid – and it’s so great to be by the ocean and seeing mountains on the horizons. We hadn’t realized how much we missed these things. Also it’s excellent to have nothing much to do for a whole week. So far we’ve been to the beach a few times, it’s just 5 minutes’ walk from my Aunt Angela’s house (which is where we’re staying) and after some initial nervousness at the waves, Toby has enjoyed paddling in the water and sitting on the sand. We’ve also done some walking and yesterday we drove around the island peninsula, and saw some gorgeous houses and incredible views. Seems like a great place to live – shame there are no jobs around right now! Maybe one day.
Anyway, we’ve been enjoying spending a lot of time with Toby, although it’s kind of exhausting being with him all day every day. He’s making a bit of a racket these days – he’s got lots of new vocalisations which is fun. We’ve let him get a bit of sun before putting sun cream on him – I’ve been hearing that in their worry about babies getting too much sun, parents have been shielding their kids so much that they’ve been getting vitamin D deficiencies. So Toby has healthy color in his cheeks, arms and legs but of course we’ve been careful not to let him get burned or even close.
We’ve noticed a strange phenomenon though, which in fact Emma had told me about before but I hadn’t seen first hand. Lots of people seem to like to say hello to Toby when we’re out, but as well as talking to him they seem to like to touch him, holding his hands or feet. And sure enough, around 90% of the people who have spoken to him this week have played with his feet as they’ve said hello. He doesn’t seem to mind but Em and I find it kind of strange, and a bit of an invasion of space. Do you know of people doing this, or have you seen it happen to other babies?