GOlympics!

It's no mystery that we're hosting the biggest party Vancouver has ever seen. Me and my little family have been going downtown on weekends and wow has it been busy, noisy and exciting. Above is a shot of me entertaining a group of foreigners with a move I like to call Hands in Pockets Tableau. Below was when we watched the torch go by our house - big crowds, and even more exciting... big trucks!

As an update, development seems to be on schedule - my training is a little inconsistent but we're getting there, I have full command of my thumbs for signalling up or down, and my Dad got World Cup England tickets. Wait... I mean my vocabulary is growing by the hour (latest additions include hockey, taxi, Rooney and hypothalamus).

I'll leave it there for now as we've all been a touch under the weather (nautical) and I should get my rest.
Go Canada!

New Word... Vada Allez Vaya пойдите

I've heard that sometimes in desperate situations, creatures are capable of incredible things. There was that woman who lifted a combine harvester off her own foot, and of course the classic story of the old fish who managed to swim to the beach and walk to safety from the threat of predators.

Last weekend, I went for a long walk with my Dad. It was chilly and he took his time to ensure I was well tucked etc - he can be a sweet guy sometimes (but is often slow). We'd barely gotten underway when he leaned over the stroller and checked again that I was alright... can you see alright? are you cold? hot? do you need gloves? comfy?

I was at a loss as I had no prepared words to explain that I was entirely fine... so I mustered up all my concentration, removed my travel soother, and tuned my pronunciation as best I could. I looked straight ahead so as not to get distracted and commanded... Go!

He looked impressed, if not slightly wounded, but I think he understood.