Quick and Dirty - An Average Week December '09

I've been criticized quite a bit recently for the lack of current photographs on my page. So, as one does when faced with a challenge, I've tried to rise above it. While this perhaps isn't as clean cut as some of my competitor's productions, it is raw. That's something you can always count on with a Dub Jam. (I know some of you will wonder how I played all those instruments - the trick is, I recorded the tracks in the studio earlier, and then took the footage.)

Just a little housekeeping (which I'm awesome at btw): remember to use speakers or headphones, and if this Jam doesn't work for you here, you can always go to the source: DubJam

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Travel Preparations

(Not a great picture, and for that I apologize... but is it mandatory for all Doctor's offices to look the same? Is there a regulated Doctor Design Board that insists on this consistency, and if so, I'd be curious to see if they subject themselves to the same colour palette.)

Earlier this week I went to get a routine check-up. I had already got the 'Hini' (street talk) shot a couple of weeks ago, but this one was specifically for travel preparedness. My parents leave very early on Saturday morning (before the first soccer game starts) and are headed for a Palm Springs getaway while I travel to Victoria to hang out with my Island Grandparents. I'm excited to get a little space from the parentals, and I hope they have a great jaunt away - they deserve it.

It was my Mum's Birthday last Wednesday, and it's one of those times that I'm reminded of how great she is. She's patient and happy and patient, and she helps me with all sorts of things. But probably the best thing is, I can really tell how much she loves me.

Officially One and a Half...

So it's official... I'm a year and a half. Given that it's a bit of a milestone, I thought I'd just catch you up on a couple of things.

I'm quite tall and big. I either insist on entertainment of the highest quality, or provide entertainment of the highest quality. And, I have mastered the perfect pronunciation of a select vocabulary including a handful of names & nicknames, noodle, ball, dog, more (very useful), turtle, stairs, plane and the consistent crowd pleaser... watermelon (people just can't believe that one). I'm currently working with an independent production company to get these onto film, and then out to you.

Like most celebrities & online daters, today I used a picture (taken by my good friend Jonathan) that was actually taken about 2 months ago... thus shaving off 11% of my signs of aging.

Monkey Business or an Animal Farm?

I hope everyone had an enjoyable Halloween. I spent the evening at Eric and Faye's place - it was a lovely gathering of familiar faces. I had been up very early that morning putting the finishing touches on my costume (that's right - that's me with my mum and dad).

As I was demonstrating to my dad the many different moves monkeys are known for, we got to talking about how good I've gotten with animals both real and fictitious. Then I was thinking about how a few Dublog Followers have been quite vocal with me about the reduced photo collection on the site. While I'm working on that, here are a few recent wildlife shots (animals may be larger than they appear).

Some tough love with my trusty mouse.

Hand delivered traditional Elephant riding dress straight from the Orient via my big uncle Pete.

No doubt we all have the occasional tough battle in our day to day - this particular day, my battle was with a huge man eating jungle cat. But sometimes all you need is love... (Seriously though, you need to mean it and commit, otherwise those things will smell your fear, and they can rip your head clean off.)

Choose Love.

The Pumpkin Hunters

Last weekend I went on a Pumpkin Hunt for the first time. At first I was a little nervous about the idea of hunting, but like a trooper I gathered up my hunting gear picked up my hunting partner Isabella and off we went. (By the day's end, the guide said we were naturals.)

If you've not been before, I'll break it down for you. At first, they can be very elusive so you have to sit tight, keep your eyes peeled and work on your pumpkin calls - tricky at first, but gets easier.

When you find a herd (as we did), you really have to zero in on the keepers. I found it hard to decide at first, so we corralled a few winners to choose from. Some of the other hunters seemed to think this was unfair, but Isabella and I were having none of it. Seriously... ain't no rules in Pumpkin Hunting.

At the end of a long day, we settled on the pick of the bunch - one for each of us. I have to say, it was exhausting, but it felt good. A day well lived I'd say.

(Turns out we weren't allowed to keep these ones... after much civilized negotiations we settled on smaller ones in the end... probably the best smaller ones mind you.)

Tick Tock

I've noticed recently that I do a fair amount of waiting.

I don't quite have enough experience to know if this is unique to my parents, but I find that I'm often hurried to get ready and then I sit... or stand by the door... waiting for just one second or do we have the other thing? or I'm not sure about these shoes. Are these behaviours consistent in all big people or specific to my parents? Wait, don't answer that.

It's in these pensive moments that I faithlessly question whether I truly am the center of the universe.

(What I'm practicing here, is to appreciate and enjoy every moment...)

Falling Behind

(I must apologize for my infrequency - there's no excuse. Although if there was one, it would be that my writing space seems to be the only place in our new home that has not been set up.)

Fall officially arrived today according to the weather - it celebrated by dropping an ocean of water from the heavens. That didn't stop my Mum and me though. We were all over town today, taking care of business mostly. But as per usual we said good day to the day, and good evening to the evening with a good read.

My Mum and I actually spend quite a bit of time together. Sometimes with my Dad unless he's busy working, sleeping or not shaving. Like most people, I also enjoy my alone time. I clear my head by running in predictably random directions, working on one of my friend's bikes or with a good yell.

Speaking of all things motor, we almost collided with the Dalai Lama's motorcade this morning. Now, I don't want to make any assumptions, but in the brief moment of chaos when our eyes met, I kind of think he might have been letting me know that a certain someone might be a frontrunner as a certain someone's successor. I'll say no more (which is a total Dalai Lama thing to say).

Off to another productive sleep for me. As his Holiness says Sleep is the best Meditation.

Knock Knock

Welcome to my new front door! I'm not ready to invite you in just yet as it's not quite ready, but we're working on it. (Pardon the fingers, my Grandpa is teaching me to whistle.)

I'm pretty sure that behind this door is our new home, although it's confusing because my Dad keeps saying it's awful nice of the Bank to let us stay here.

It has been an embarrassing amount of time since my last post, and I just wanted to check in and let everyone know that carrot juice is enjoyable in small doses, I like to cheers before I drink, and I eventually found my gumboots just in time for them to be too small.

Listen Up

On this, the evening of my 15th month Birthday, I'm here to assure you that I will be speaking to you out loud soon. I have been reading loads, and I am already fluent in a slightly more primal form of distinguishable wordgrunts. I fully understand your sophisticated verbal and non-verbal communication and am simply choosing the perfect poetic moment.

In other news, it seems we are moving at the end of the month. Either that, or my parents have developed a strong affection towards brown boxes. We are apparently moving to a land called Kids, which seems only appropriate. I headed over there last weekend to look around and you'll be relieved to know they allow some adults in, and they have ice cream.

Mike & Jessica

Earlier this month I attended the wonderful wedding of my big cousin Mike (Uncle Mike) and the lovely Jessica. I have spent much time with both of them over the last year and a bit: we've flown on 3 planes together, spoken 2 languages together and shared 1 letter in common in our first names... and we're related. Needless to say, I felt a little confused when I wasn't asked to speak on the big day.

Regardless, the ceremony and the reception were a truly wonderful time had by all, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't learn a little something. The most important thing I took away was that relationships are a delicate symbiotic balance of giving and receiving (which I felt I demonstrated on the day by playing both quarterback and receiver).

Happy Bastille Day

On Tuesday night, I was invited to a soirée put on by the ladies from Vitamin Daily to celebrate Bastille Day (they must have heard about how I totally did France this time last year). It was a lovely affair, filled with lovely people.

I strolled onto the scene a wee bit late looking un petit peu Français, and a little bit Rock & Roll.

It took me a few minutes to really open up and relax, but then I just started doing my thing and it was on! I ate a fair amount of fries, some fancy fish and a few other tasties - all prepared in a French manner (not that the French are known for their manners ;).

As the night moved on, I helped my buddy Sean make some popular drinks for some guests - you'll be happy to know, we split the tips.

Carry on Camping

Last week a few of us went camping at BradsDadsLand Campsite on Hornby Island. Boy was that a fun time - although I have to admit, I was relieved when I learned we hadn't moved into the wilderness for good.

When camping, you do many things differently: you wake up super early to some sort of crow/rooster soundtrack, you spend 100% of the time outdoors - usually running, and you're allowed to do pretty much anything you want with dirt, sand and rocks.

One of the highlights had to be renting that catamaran and sailing around to a private bay (it was a shame that T-Pain wasn't able to make it).

Halfway through the trip, my friend Quinn and his parents arrived at the campsite next door which was a great surprise. It's always nice when an old friend comes around - someone you can chat with and relate to.

On our last full day we celebrated Canada Day and my friend Eric's Birthday with some live music, good food, contained mischief and a fair number of hippies (which I learned is one of the side effects of camping). All in all, a lovely jaunt in the wilderness.

Glorious Food

Like it or not, I pretty much eat what you eat now. That's right... the milk I drink these days is of the cow variety (as strange as that sounds). I'd have to say the transition began months ago when a certain cousin of mine irresponsibly put a finger of whipped cream in my mouth, and I thought Yep, food is going to get good.

I eat cherries like nobody's business. While I was at my friend Joanna's birthday party on the weekend I ate sushi (followed by my very popular Ice Ice Baby performance). And I now eat whole apples by myself - not that it does any good, as the Doc gave me three more shots this week.

Two weeks ago I even ate a Quesadilla (which, I learned, is not a dinosaur) at this wonderful place called BabyEats, with Quinn and Sophie. It's a lovely place to share time with friends. I even found a moment to teach Sophie about the benefits of property ownership.

Sunny Days

It looks like summer has finally arrived. I remember last summer like it was a million years ago so it's nice to have the pantless days again (although I can't help noticing I don't get much company in that particular fashion movement).

I hung out with my good friend Quinn the other day, which was lovely (brought the parents along so they could entertain each other). He taught me that all good lawnmowers blow bubbles.

Earlier that day we went to ThomasHaas - you might say that Thomas Haas some of the tastiest croissants around (okay, okay enough...).

In closing, I would like to know who has been planting Gigantic Teeth seeds in my gums recently. Seriously, if I chose to harvest these ones I could key a piano.

Dr. Feelgood

I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. I spent a little time catching up with the garden in Victoria - I find it so calming. I've always said, it's important to find balance.

Upon my return, I had a doctor's appointment with Leslie - just a general check-in sort of thing. The latest numbers are about 32" tall and 26 lbs light. She told me that I was at the 90th percentile for weight and the 80th for height. My question to her was does that include elephants and giraffes? Oh, how we laughed...

(I avoided my four next immunization shots with a questionable cough - I fully intend to sidestep this appointment until they develop chewable shots...)

One Year

It's official: I am one year old... and it feels amazing! Before I go any further, I want to say many thanks to everyone who found the time to come to my party, and thank you to everyone who brought & sent such beautiful & thoughtful cards & presents. I am going to get to work on a little video of the party and will post it when it's done (hence the release forms when you arrived).

I also wanted to show you the cupcakes that the ladies made for the party. Can you believe them? And those aren't even real ladybugs... amazing. (Although, a little predictable that they would only make ladybug versions - I mean come on - where are all the gentlemenbug cupcakes?)

Here I am enjoying one of the above mentioned cupcakes.

All in all, I'm enjoying being one. There's a certain air of sophistication that now follows me on my adventures. One of the things that I've learned since turning one, is to try and enjoy everything you can to the fullest. Which reminds me of one of my favourite quotes...

Time flies like and arrow,

Fruit flies like a banana.

Grow up, not old

Beaucoup Birthdays this month - lots of family and friends are growing another year older. I hope you all enjoy your festivities. Funny you should mention Birthdays as mine is a week away - the Big 1, or 'I' as the Romans say. 

It seems to me that age is based loosely on the passage of time, which is fine - but I was wondering if it shouldn't be based purely on experience. If we went with this new groundbreaking concept of age, I feel that I might have a case for something a little more impressive than one. 

I mean I do dishwashers, I'm becoming a fairly accomplished vacuumanator, and I'm quite a particular decorator.

I've faced some pretty tough critics in my time, and I've even been known to chow down on Organic unsalted churned butter... package and all.

To all of you who are amazed that I'm going to be turning one already, I say Believe it - it's happening. In fact, if we can reexamine the concept of age, I might even be two!

Styling by Melonhead

Just to be clear upfront, it's still me in the photo - you probably just don't recognize me after I had my hair carefully disheveled (although it certainly didn't take 4 units). That's me handing the scissors back to Candi after I made a couple of minor corrections.

With all the intense socializing at daycare (I also teach the odd workshop there), the haircut and other preparations for my upcoming 1 year birthday blowout (crazy right?), I've starting napping whenever I can get a moment - sometimes even in a faint sepia tone. 

Easter Island

Happy Easter Everyone! I hope you all arise to bundles of flowers and mounds of packaged oval chocolates. (I've tried chocolate... it's good.)

Since my last update I've turned 11 months, started Day Care two days a week, been sick all over a JJBean, and learned to climb up stairs. It must be said, I then proceeded to infect my parents last week (accidentally, in my defense), who weren't quite as resilient as they would have liked to believe (they even called in reserves to keep me entertained). We're all better now, but let me tell you, daycare is a pretty intense place.

(To answer your question: Yes, the ears came with a tail, but I have to draw the line somewhere.)

First Steps

I know... I'm still pretty shaky, but these are literally some of my first steps. (Before I forget, I'd like to thank my boys Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee for the inspirational background music.) 

My record distance was set on Sunday at 20 feet - and I'm not talking baby feet here people! For the young kids coming up behind me, all I can say is take it one step at a time.

FinallyFotos

Loads of people have been asking for more photos. Well, here you go. As a side note, I will mention that they are mainly of me. However, in other ways it's quite a diverse collection.

There's me smiling then sullen, questioning then playful, crawling then dominating, sharing then giggling, swinging then posing, side-faux hawking then Brandoing, busing then hanging, breaking then entering, and finally thinking then snuggling.

Second side note: I am currently 31" tall, and have set a personal goal of walking, unaided mind you, before I hit 12 months. As a wise man once said... We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon.

Top o' the mornin' to ya!

Well, apparently today was a pretty big day for Dublins everywhere. As usual, I spent the day roaming around the city introducing myself to people - they couldn't believe it when I told them my name. Several people offered to buy me a drink, but I told them that was a ridiculous offer as I have an unlimited supply. (I'm told that I'll appreciate the offer later on.)

Earlier in the week I went to my buddy Jasper's 2nd Birthday Party (that's me in the 'Liverpool 4 - 1 ManUtd' jersey). If all 2nd Birthday Parties are like this, I need to keep making friends with anyone in the 0 - 23 month old window. Hosts put out an impressive spread and let you have'at'er, they add whipped cream to yogurt (!), and give you bags of goodies when you leave. I gotta tell you, that sounds like a party for Dublin to me.

Back in my Crib

I will start by sending out a big Thank You to the trio that kept me company at the end of February while my parents were away. And thanks again for the MusicalJungle. I'm telling ya - the fun that thing brings - it never ends.

Back home now with the 'rents - I have to say, it was kinda nice to get a little break from them - I mean it's all the time with those two. They did bring me back some nice things though - including a few pairs of multi-coloured socks that say New York on them. I'm thinking Hellow? Of cowse they're new - who wonts old socks!?

Latest thing with me is that I've started signing - my parents go crazy for it (it's so easy). Every now and then I like to see them lose it - I start with a sign, lead that into some steady clapping, distract them with some word-like gurgling and then knock 'em down with unassisted standing for 5 seconds. (It's almost embarrassing.)

Island Living

Last Friday I noticed, briefly, that my parents were nowhere to be seen. However, I had captured the attention of 3 Grandparents, and haven't let it go since. I am told that my temporarily roaming parents will be home soon, and I thought it would be a neat trick if I could start walking by myself as a coming home surprise for them.

In fact, last week in an attempt to have better access to dishes, I climbed onto the dishwasher door when no one was looking. (I'm fairly certain that if I could get everyone to look away for an extended minute or two, I could blanket the entire city with a fine layer of cheerio dust.)

On the last day I was with my parents, we had a lovely breakfast in Vancouver with a recent house guest. Simon (who is my friend Henry's Dad), is the silliest German mock-turtleneck salesmen I had ever met.