My Sweetie's Back!

After a week away, she's home. And Milo didn't forget who she was. Thanks again to my parents who came to town and had one of the fastest weeks of their lives taking care of Milo while I was at work.

And for relentllessly trying to teach him to walk. Oh, he's close.

Where was Mom, you may ask?

One guess...

No Pictures, Please

We had a great visit to the farm last week. Milo got to chase chickens (he thought they were hilarious) and had his first encounter with a trampoline. He just sat there and grinned as we gently bounced around him.

The back porch is still under construction, but they've converted the old (broken) above-ground swimming pool into an awesome sandbox. By putting up a retaining wall and a few stairs (kind of like a patio) they've made it a wonderful place to hang out.



Milo sure loved it. And Cindy was there! Whee!

Milo at the Park

Milo at the park
Originally uploaded by Dread Pirate Robert.

I love Garden Park. Apparently, Milo does too. It's kitty corner from our house and literally two minutes from our front door.

My favourite part of the day is taking Milo to the park after I get home from work. We play in the sand, he spins those yellow and orange cubes, crawls through that tunnel, spins the tic-tac-toe board (you can see it through the tunnel there), and we swing to our hearts' content.

He's starting to watch the other kids too, especially the ones about his size who can walk...

On sunny days, we even get a visit from Mom walking the dog. Whee!


And for you etymology buffs out there:

Kitty corner: The first part comes from the French word quatre, four. It’s actually quite an old expression that first appeared in English as the name for the four in dice, soon Anglicised to cater. The standard placement of the four dots at the corners of a square almost certainly introduced the idea of diagonals. From this came a verb cater, to place something diagonally opposite another or to move diagonally, which can be found in the sixteenth century. Some English dialects had it as an adverb in compounds such as caterways or caterwise. By the early years of the nineteenth century it was beginning to be recorded in the USA in the compound form of cater-cornered. It had by then lost any link with the French word; people invented spellings in attempts to make sense of it, often thinking it had something to do with cats, which is why we have forms like kitty-corner.

(Thank you World Wide Words and The Word Detective for your research help.)

Meg Has Moved

Moving is such a hassle, so if you have to go through it, why not go for the whole enchilada?


My friend Meg, writer extraordinaire and owner of one of the most popular blogs in the whole freakin' world, has just moved into a new apartment. On a workday. She was a little tired the next day, and had a couple of those weird moving bruises that come from heavy box corners poking into your biceps, but otherwise came through it okay.

Even more amazing is that she just moved her blog. Yup, she left the wonderful community of Salon blogs and has struck out on her own. About time, you twenty-something single girl!

Now safely ensconced in the independent living complex that is the oh-so-appropriately named megfowler.com, we watch the daily climb up the Alexa rankings. (Unfortunately, the domain Blogcabin.com appears to be scooped by a pathetic speculator. Please don't go there and give him any traffic love.)

Anyway, best of luck in your new home Meg! When's the blogwarming party?

Milo Explores the Kitchen

So I left my rechargeable shaver cord plugged into a socket in the kitchen. Can you blame the little guy for playing with it?

Imagine a world where little children never get to experience the joys of the spiral telephone cord. In that case, thank goodness for Daddy's shaver.

Seriously, I used to love playing with those springy telephone cords that used to connect the handset to the phone unit. The wireless world is becoming a cold, funless place, my friends. Without the boingy-boingy.


Update: the cord has been removed and the electrical outlet sealed off with duct tape. Babyproofing 1, Fun/Strangulation/Electrocution 0

Threadless Tees...

Awesome. I have the coolest t-shirt ever. And yes, I'm such a geek.



Threadless Tees has some of the greatest t-shirts I've ever seen. I actually got on a waiting list for this one. It makes me think of an old, retired Vader absent-mindedly pining for the glory days.

Can't wait to submit my own design, if I ever find the time.

Oh, and there's a sale on until June 15th, if you're interested. All shirts only $10! Like you actually need more t-shirts...

Milo (and Mom) Amid the Moss

With the arrival of our favourite houseguest, I've also been informed that her mom is a regular reader of this blog. Helloooooo Toronto! Av 'n Dav means The Idler!

Without further ado, here's a picture of Milo in the rainforest.

Over the May long weekend we went to Miracle Beach Provincial Park, located in beautiful Black Creek, BC. This spot is a mossy little deer trail just a short walk from the clearing where Milo's parents exchanged their wedding vows.

Mmm... mossy bed of moss... not a bad place for consummating things either... What? Oh yeah, sorry about that. Someone's mom is reading.

Milo, as you might expect, had a blast. Birds and trees and moss and sticks. He looked at everything and taste-tested moss, lichen, sticks, sand, seaweed, pinecones, a sand dollar, and probably a few other things Dad was too slow to haul outta his mouth. I can't wait for the next beach visit.