Moving it and shaking it

Hello... back again after another hectic short while. My adventures here in Outer Canuckistan continue.

I have had some feedback questioning my ability to actually write this blog. Some have been so bold as to suggest that I may not be writing it all. Well hopefully this photo can straighten the matter out...

...admittedly the numbers are a bit of a stretch for my infant arms, but I need not remind you that I am a genius in training. Born to blog baby!!!

The old folks chilled out a bit after the beach trip. Apparently, I'm assured, the weather is about to change, so we did some tidying in the garden under some fabulous late September sun. We are a very functional family, largely due to my expert direction. As you can see here, I have a very hands off management style. It gives the old dears a sense of ownership of their chores too.

However, to encourage their future obedience, their work must be rewarded and it was with a fine social engagement later that evening. Moreover, I was feeling like a million bucks after receiving this personalised bunch of flowers from Sophie that were in fact a new wardrobe. Yay.

So later on, donning another new outfit from cousin Tom Jr and his oldies, I earned my cocktail wings at the oysters and wine in the sky party.

From the 915th floor (or something like it) of a condo in Yaletown we mingled and worked the room separately like true social butterflies until I pulled a Daddy-like manoeuvre, drank too much, passed out and they had to drive me home. Even though it was only milk, I think Mama and Papa were quietly pleased for it not to be either of them for once. Although the host kindly reminded everyone of the time Papa passed out between the main course and dessert and then again between dessert and coffee.

hahahahaha... Hey Papa, if you can't take it, you shouldn't drink it! Still they seemed to take in their stride and found it funny. All I can say is...

...laugh now, but one day I'll be in charge!

...with obvious acknowledgements, apologies or whatever to Banksy.

Kitsilano Beach

We've been having a bit of an Indian summer here, so we kitted up and headed out in Papa's wheels. The usual fun was had hitting all the bumps with no suspension. The beach was great. We sat at the beach cafe just drinking, soaking up the rays and atmosphere. Here I am enjoying the view... er ok so I was sleeping again.

Papa's cousin, Mel, even rode by and joned us for bit. I'm sure I was just blinking in this photo.

We stayed for quite a while. It was almost sunset before we headed home. Now being a lady, a diva to boot, and less than two weeks old, you can imagine that I have personal needs that must be met and on a regular basis. Fortunately we found our own log on the beach...

...and settled down for a stunt-change, some nosh (for me)...

... and a quick tag. No doubt Banksy would be proud... Pictures on the Seawalls! Gotta go, got some gardening to get on with. Busy, busy, busy.

Original Mama D-T

After the excesses of the weekend, I now have some inkling of the Tuesday blues... or perhaps it's the fumes from the highly toxic floor paint Daddy is using. Luckily the rainy season is still somewhere in the Pacific, so we were able to hang out in the garden while the paint 'off-gassed'. Whatever, we have managed to chill these last couple of days and have spent it 'bonding'! Yuk, don't I sound like a cheesy management guru?

Fact of the matter is that I think my parents are quirky but kind of cute...

...and to be frank, today I am again in awe of my Mama. As a result, and with no apologies for being schmultzy, this post is dedicated to the most incredible and beautiful person in my life. Sorry Papa, you are not too embarassing all the time. I like all the hair and the shades will break or be lost soon enough. You are even o.k. looking too, but I'm afraid no milk, no accolades.

So what is it about Mama? Could it be our shared love of edumification?...

...sleeping?...

...sunbathing?...

...or simply our shared epicurean love of food, life and stuff...

...thanks Mummy. I love you.

Maya xXx

Weekender

Phew, what a jam-packed weekend; enough to make a girl dizzy. I have been hauled all over Vancouver to coffee shops and baby shops and even the cold beer store (brrrr that was cold).

We christened my 'pramette' on Main Street; my own set of wheels; not as flash as Daddy's but all mine and gets me around town. That trip we managed a spot of sushi. I don't touch the stuff myself, but you gotta do what you can to keep the old dears happy and I was able to sleep through the whole thing anyway.

I even let them go to the pub on Granville Island for a pint and some tucker. I was along for the ride in the Baby Bjorn and yes you guessed it, I was sleeping again. Here I am 'free-sleeping'... look no carrier, cot nor crib.

Today we had a big party , Filipino styleee, and everyone ate a hundred different kinds of pork. We even had pork ice cream and pork sponge cake and tea. I think.

Tito Rene arrived in a yellow car. He's so cool, he always comes in a different car and says urban babies wear black. He didn't say what East-siders wear, but he was really nice to me.

This is my friend Amori again. We mostly just hang out while amusing our parents. Sometimes we like to mix it up a bit and throw in an original wail just to keep them guessing. Well at this age there's not many other ways to get yer kicks?

I got to meet Tia and her Mama for the first time today. They brought me loads of great stuff including some cool cool shades and a noisy bunch of bells... hehehe I can see that one winding up the folks just as soon as I am able.

So as you might imagine, it's been a crazy, exhausting whirl of a weekend for a young diva like me... Or as they should say, another day, another holler.

Hmmm, time for a snooze.

Yeah.

Lady Missy Maya D-T xx

My first week. A week of firsts.
Honestly, you ask a man to do a baby's job and it all goes pear shaped. So I gets the blog all ready to go yesterday before bed and ask Daddy to hit send for me and he loses the whole post. All the gear and no idea. Still he is mostly pretty good at doing my bidding. Anyways, backs to me blogs...

We went for a spin in Dad's ride the other day. We didn't crash, burn anyone off at the lights and he doesn't do any of the Tokyo drift stuff, so I went to sleep for most of it. In the middle they did take me out of the car to have some doctor stick a cold stethascope on me and point bright lights in my eyes. Not good and I told them so as loudly as I could. The rest of the trip was uneventful...

...but I was sporting this tee from Tita Jules. You know it girl! Thanks Tita. Respect. Oooh look here I am wearing it again while in Mummy's arms. Mummy is doing a great job of feeding me impressing all the doctors and nurses with my weight gain. It's great being congratulated on gaining weight... it won't last so I shall enjoy it as long as I can.


This week, being my first, as you might imagine, has been full of firsts. Amongst other firsts, there was my first time home, my first nappy, my first road trip and of course not forgetting my first meltdown. Here we are doing another first; my first stomping my manor. We went for coffee and cake at the cedar cottage coffee shop. Daddy is sporting the standard Daddy apparel of Baby Bjorn, funky shades and super hip little chick (that's me by the way).

Another first was Skyping cousin Thomas (junior). He's one month older than me and was fast asleep... come to think of it, so was I. LOL. Still my folks and his folks coo-cooed at us while we slept. It must be the lack of sleep or something that makes 'em act so soft in the head. There was also the first 'baby-off' with Amori and Tito Aldo. I think they win hands down with Amori's hair! We'll be back!

Time for more sleep. Signing off for now...


the self-styled...
Lady Missy Maya D-T xx

Other Stuff
It's been a day or two, so time for an update. I still don't do too much -eat, sleep, make work for Daddy hehe- so I thought I'd tell you a bit about other stuff. I live in Vancouver in a blue house with a red front door and chimney.

It has a cool garden which I am gonna play in next summer. It's full of flowers, tomatoes and grapes and nifty places to hide. We get chickadees, skunks and raccoons and the occasional coyote passing through.

This is the indside and where I have mostly been hanging out. Can you see my groovy 4-tiered diaper cake that Tita Lara made for me? It has 200 rolled nappies in it... that should be about two afternoon's workload for Daddy. Squeeze it girl!!

You can see it again behind Noa's Mum in this photo. Noa's Mum might well look pleased to be holding me, but I am busy soaking her. She was very nice about it, but gave Daddy some pointers on his nappy technique so it doesn't happen again in the future. Hahahaha how I laughed. OK so I am signing off now. Gotta go and hang with ma crew...

Laters,

Maya D-T

Homeward Bound

I arrived home for the first time on Sunday. Dadddy's ride could use a bit of pimping, but you takes what you gets and the crappy suspension makes for great fun going over potholes in the back alleys. He also seems kind of smitten by me, which is nice, but he could certainly use a shave sometime soon. At least he is quite warm to sleep on.


Mummy is great and feeds me really well. I think I tire her out, but it all seems worth it when we can crash together in post-prandial bliss... every couple of hours too. Mmmmmmmmmmilk.... and sleep.

As I mentioned before, the cat Mango keeps looking at me hungrily. I think the old dears will keep me safe from him, but he already raided my Moses' basket. Oi Mister, sling yer hook, that's one of my beds!! Get your own place to sleep.

You may be thinking I don't do much except eat and sleep and you'd almost be correct. I do do something else, but that's yuk... although I should thank Tito Aldo for sorting out me first one back in the hospital. Tee hee.

Pheweee all that excitement (and some more grub) has made me sleepy again....

...until next time,

Maya... ...z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z

Hello everyone, my name is Maya.

Hello everyone, my name is Maya. I was born on Friday 15th September, at 16.12 PST by caesarian section at BC Women's Hospital in Vancouver. The staff at the hospital were excellent and guided mummy and daddy well through those anxious first few days. This picture shows Daddy just minutes before I was born.

The first time I met Daddy, there were loads of bright lights and strange people cleaning me up and poking me. He came and chopped my cord before they weighed me.

Look at the scales above! I weighed a cool 3.445 kg; that's 7lb 9oz in old money. Then they took me to meet Mummy while they glued her back together. The anesthesist took a nice photo of the three of us. Look at how great Mummy looks. You wouldn't know she is on the operating table except for those guys in the background.

That all happened on Friday. The next day loads of friends came over to visit and mummy and daddy ate foie gras with late harvest ice wine. Wow. On Sunday I went home for the first time. My home is in Vancouver. I had great fun keeping the cats awake on my first night, but I'd better be careful as they are still bigger than me and that Mango always looks at me hungrily.

OK I'm off to go and do my hungry cross-eyed terrapin impersonation as it amuses the old folks.

Laters
Maya D-T