Showing posts with label Papa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Papa. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Papa and me.....

Papa deserves a shout-out too. Why? Well we have the same hair for starters. Mama thinks this photo of us blogging together is funny...

...He tells me all sorts of amazing things. Sometimes I listen and learn and other times I know he's just plain daft.
Oh my goodness, I hope having the same hair doesn't mean I'll be that grey too.
...He loves to play with my new MOMA building blocks from Rene and Lara's trip to San Francisco, building building building. I suppose they help him express himself as an architect.
...which just brings out my inner demolition every time.
...ah blesss. It's so easy to keep him entertained.

laters

Maya-D:T

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Wishing you all a...

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Monday, December 04, 2006

Arctic Freeze
woweee, that was cold.... for Vancouver!
We just got hit by a load of Arctic air, which slipped down the Rockies to bring us really cold (for Vancouver) temperatures. It snowed a load about 30 cm and everything looked great. That was a week and a half ago and we still have loads of snow outside. Check out the whopping icicles hanging from our gutter. The longest one was longer than me!!!

Papa had quite an amazing commute when it had finished snowing and the sun came out.
..he also asked if I would show this view from his desk at work. He calls it his 'gloato' -lame I know, but I must humour him. Having said that, I've been there and on a good day, it is quite cool, but most of the time it is raining so you cannot see the mountains. On those days, it is still cool to see all the float planes coming in to land just behind the tall building on the left of the 'gloato'.
Anyway, this blog is meant to be about me. So here I am

----tootle-pip for now. Maya D~T

Friday, November 17, 2006

Sashimi Baby

I just wanted to add some extra notes about Halloween because I thought this was great. Someone at Papa's work suggested they dress me in black (urban baby, non?) and stuff two pairs of his black footy socks and pin them to my body and make me into a spider. How coooooool is that?

Well this got us going and on top of the Oliver Hardy -stupid- fancy dress, we came up with this well sick one:
...Mama was not amused. ooops.

Maya D-T,