Sophzilla

A typical scene around our house these days (the green thing in her mouth is a turtle tub toy):

Sophie's 1st library card

We recently took Sophie to the Vancouver Public Library to pick up her very first library card. The first book she borrowed was "Curious George Gets a Medal", a book with a haphazard plot that saw George flood an office, topple a brontosaurus skeleton, and fly into outer space!

Here's to many more books borrowed by Miss Sophie!

Fun with the new camera

About a month ago, we got a new Canon 40D digital SLR camera. It was a very exciting purchase and we've been having lots of fun experimenting with it! Here are a few of our favourite images from April.

No trespassing

Happy Earth Day!

Words of the Day

A blog is a record of a certain point in time. Here are Sophie's current words along with their meanings for those of you who don't understand her unique dialect.

1. mama (sometimes addressed to Mommy, sometimes to a piece of toast)
2. dada (sometimes addressed to Daddy, sometimes to a garbage can)
3. nana (banana)
4. ba ba (dog)
5. bung/ba-oon (balloon)
6. buh buh (belly button)
7. booh (book)
8. ha (hat, while patting her head)
9. noh (nose, while pointing to or sticking her finger up her nose)
10. ba (ball)
11. fa (fan, points to ceiling fan when asked where it is)
12. pa (pat, accompained by clapping)
13. hi
14. heh-o (hello)
15. bye bye!

Quality time

With Mommy out at a concert tonight, Sophie and I have been spending quality time together, mainly consisting of Sophie hurting herself. Okay, it was only twice, once where she tried to open a closed door with her two front teeth, and once where she tried to dismantle our couch by means of headbutts. I'm looking forward to the day when she learns to be just a bit careful in how she rockets through this hard and sharp-cornered world of ours.

Aside from checking to make sure she still had all her teeth (she did), we also went for a walk, gave her a bath, had her current favourite food (vegetable turkey casserole), bounced on the couch, tried again to break the radio, laughed at (soft) toys, smacked Daddy around with other (harder) toys, and watched what may have been Trevor Linden's very last NHL game ever. It's hard to say which caused me to well up with tears more, the moving tribute to Linden, or the sudden and unexpected giant wooden puzzle piece to the groin. It was a toss-up.

I've just finished trying to get Sophie settled down for bed. She resists so strongly - there was much wiggling and squirming, instead of the required cuddling, and much shouting at the top of her lungs, instead of the desired relaxing quiet time. And then, as soon as I gave up, and started writing this post, she seems to have dropped off to sleep. The blogosphere has far-reaching influence, it seems.