Pater: Never blink!

Posted by Mater , Monday, January 17, 2011 10:25 PM

Mea culpa, Avocado Jnr, the phantom author of the last post was correct: Mater and Pater have been remiss in their obligations on keeping your blog up to date. The Mounties are still tracking down the person/persons responsible for the blogpost in question, but in the meantime Pater will debrief on your achievements over the last few months. You ate, you slept, you pooped, now here's the photos and videos...ok, so apparently Mater wants more. Fine. You started talking - mummy, daddy, baby, Elmo, up, please (well actually, peese), hi, bye, and no. Or rather "no, no, no" as in the answer to every question we ask you. Pater can't think where you picked that up from...

You've definately grown a personality and your cuteness has multiplied with each tooth that's shown itself (3 1/2 as we go to press). But all that pales to the ants that have invaded your pants. We blinked and you went from crawling to stumbling to walking and then running. And like the Duracell bunny, you never stop. We remember with longing the days when all you did was sit on your tush and occasionally roll around a bit. We were naive, nay optimistic, that this Golden Era would last an eon. Instead gates have been put up. Sharp corners covered. Expensive items moved out of reach. It would have been easier to tie you to a post in the ground but apparently the Canadian Social Services would have something to say about that. Shame because Pater could have saved a fortune in shoes.

Eventually Pater bowed to the inevitable. Some will say he was weak to break his oath of not letting you out the house til you're 30, but what's an oath in the face of a Mater's insistence that you take your new found skills to the outside world. And so on November 7th 2010, you were shod for "real" shoes.

How can a girl get by with only one pair of outdoor shoes? Paters the world round would answer, "just fine". Unfortunately Paters the world round have no say in such matters. This one certainly didn't and a short time later, you got boots (for the all walking we were going make you do in the harsh Canadian winter???)


As a wise philosopher once said, "Have shoes, will shop".

After a long day of conspiring with Mater to deplete Pater's net worth, what better way to relax than hanging with your toys?


We love watching you play, though Pater does wonder where your lack of fear will take you next. Mater wonders if she has a tom-boy on her hands. And Grandma Toronto just wonders how you'll find a husband!


At the end of a long day, every gal likes to kick off her shoes and let her stinky feet air out. And you're no different...


Thankfully, you haven't completely forgotten how to sit down. It only lasts for a short moment. But ah, what bliss those short moments are. Post bath, middle of an ice-rink, watching TV, sitting on your grandmas. You're not fussy where you plonk yourself.


But this is the new Millenium. Sitting and walking are so passe. A girl around town needs a motor to get from A - Z. Any kind of motor.
She'll even hitch a ride with her older cousin if need be.
So is Pater worried about your new found freedom? Is he scared that your bravado will make you do something dangerous? Nah. Nope. Not at all. Pater has trust in you. Absolute faith. It's not like you're going to turn into a biker chick, hanging out on the back of some guy's Harley Davidson...

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