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Elliot can count his ears and his hands and his eyes? He can count to fourteen (though he misses 4 through 13).
He has memorized certain books so well that he can actually read the book page by page (esp Mr Brown Can Moo Can You?).
He speaks in scrambled sentences (ex: today he said "ice cream truck, guy, cute,music, ice cream, inside, fridge.")
He was cheering for the Saskatchewan Roughrider Defensive corps to "Sack 'im" Dave Dickenson last night. He might have been copying his dad. (sidenote: they did sack'im and embarrassed 'im pretty bad too)
He thinks Soccer is hockeyball. Which it kind of is, to be honest. On a really big rink, with no ice. And deflected goals are encouraged unless they're off someone's hand. And european players dive quite a bit to draw penalties... oh wait.

Elliot tours pre-2010

Elliot's Westcoast Grandparents graciously shared their wonderful timeshare in Whistler with our humble family. We had a great time.
We arrived in Whistler on Friday night and Elliot went to sleep really well (which most of you parents will understand is a hit-and-miss kind of affair).
He woke up at about five thirty in the morning and we played quietly in the great big room while mum slept. Then at seven we split and went for a nice two hour walk through a very quiet, very clean, very lovely Whistler village. Only the coffee shops were open and we shared a great big chocolate chip cookie and tried some Ronald McDonald 1 percent milk (failing grade I'm afraid).
Then we went back to the hotel where Aunty Shelley made some spectacular waffles for everyone. Following breakfast we all went for a walk through a busier Whistler village. We had Greek lunch and returned to the hotel to take Elliot for his first ever swim - which he loved.
We went out for dinner, his dad lost miserably at Sequence (sorry partner Shelley, who tried her very best to win despite me).
Sunday morning Elliot woke up early again and we went and blew bubbles in front of the official information shack for the 2010 Winter Olympics.
More breakfast, packed up, walked the village and up to a very lovely Farmer's Market.
Then the beach at Alice Lake.
Pictures below:

We finished off a wonderful weekend in Whistler with a nice afternoon at Alice Lake. Very nice little Lake with lots of space to eat yummy lunches and the lounge.
 

 

Andrea's family graciously allowed us the largest room. It was a great big room. Big enough for all three of us, or so we thought. We found Elliot cozying up in the underbasket of his stroller so maybe it was a little cozier in there than we thought.

 

We took lots of walks through Whistler village, Elliot sleeping through much of it. We visited shops, ate some really good food and saw some beautiful scenery. Whistler has one of the coolest Farmer's Markets I've ever seen. Huge! We bought a great big bag of lavender for making Andrea's famous Lavender Lemonade. Mmmm...

 

The morning of Saturday, June 24. Elliot tests out the swimming pool at our 2-day home in Whistler. Splashing his feet with mum, he goes deeper later on in the day... with his fancy Captain Hockey Ball costume on. Don't have any pictures of that but there are some who do and we will endeavour to capture them for this blog soon enough.


 

This was Elliot's favourite spot to eat a little smackerel of Breakfast (one eggo waffle with butter and syrup).

Future Crime Fighter

Captain Hockey Ball in all of his many -beginning to fly- poses. Doesn't it look like he is about to lift off?
This is actually Elliot trying on his new swim gear (bathing suit with built in flotation device).


 

Things Elliot is learning

Things he says often:

"Ssshhhhhh... Mommy's Sleeping."
"Hi Tate, Hi Tate's Mom."
"Bye Tate, Bye Tate's Mom."
"Come (to) Kitchen."
"Chips please."
"Chips Chocolate please."
"Pancake please."
"Uh Oh, Train Broken."
"Daddy Fix."


Things he says every once in a while:

"Love You."
"Mona marlamoo Bee." (not sure what marlamoo means... I keep meaning to look it up)


Things he is learning to say(and oh so close):

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
Alphabet song
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Helping to make Mommy's special Taco Salad recipe.
 

The hunter becomes the hunted. 

 

 

Elliot helping to draw a message for Tate on his driveway. 

 

Blog-o-da month - June 2006 - Elsa Jane

With cutting-edge technology like this, how could our award go to anyone elsa but Elsa? Happy six month birthday!

Last night, with very little prompting, our son Elliot spoke clearly into the telephone and left a very important message with his Grandpa in Saskatoon.

Elliot: "Happy Fathers Day"

He is getting to be good on the telephone. Speaking more clearly, putting words together to make sentences.

He still does better on fake telephones (be they calculators, remote controls or hairbrushes) and can spend a few minutes talking to his friend Tate (who is in his own house and unawares) about whatever these words signify:

"uh-huh... mommy... daddy... uh-huh... kitty...clayton...uh-huh...........tate!...bye..(blows kiss)"

What we did for our three and half hours together...

During my shift last night we read lots of books. Lots of Pooh. I read slowly and focused on the slow, sad voice of Eeyore. I thought that might lull him to sleep.


The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.

"When stuck in the river, it is best to dive and swim to the bank yourself before someone drops a large stone on your chest in an attempt to hoosh you there."

"No Give and Take. No Exchange of Thought. It gets you nowhere, particularly if the other person's tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation."

"After all, what are birthdays? Here today and gone tomorrow."

"Sitting on thistles doesn't do them any Good. Take all the Life out of them."

"Why, what's the matter?" "Nothing Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it" "Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose. "Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush." "Oh!" said Pooh. He thought for a long time, and then asked, "What mulberry bush is that?" "Bon-hommy," went on Eeyore gloomily. "French word for meaning bonhommy," he explained. "I'm not complaining, but There It Is."

"I don't hold with all the washing," grumbled Eeyore. "This modern Behind-the-ears nonsense."

I thought reading those lines with methodical melancholy would put him to sleep.

It almost did.

Then it almost did again.

But as soon as I closed the book and tried to put him to bed, he let me know that he wasn't interested.

The Perils of Parenthood

No sleep. Well, a little sleep. Andrea slept from 10:30pm to 12:00am and then again from 12:05am to 2:00am. Then she hung out with Elliot from 2:00am to 4:00am and I hung out with Elliot from 4:00am to 7:30am when I had to have a shower and go to work. Now, I'm pretty sure, everyone is tired. Actually we were all pretty tired already. Now we are exhausted.
ZZzzzzzzz...

If you would allow me to become slightly political,

A.A. Milne was a creative marvel. One of the greatest story tellers in history.
Walt Disney(the evil empire - not the man) is a menace.
In 2026 the copyright on Winnie-the-Pooh, all original characters and all original stories will run out. Disney has twenty more years to destroy a beautiful world created from a beautiful mind.
Please, if you have children, politely ask them to take law in college and devote their lives to crippling Walt Disney and returning Winnie-the-pooh to its original form.

Tonight I read a long Pooh story to my son and he sat on his large green chair behind me, with his chin on my shoulder and listened to every wonderful word.

I wanted to share this wonderful song with you,

The more it snows
(Tiddely pom),
The more it goes
(Tiddely pom),
The more it goes
(Tiddely pom)
On snowing.
And nobody knows
(Tiddely pom),
How cold my toes
(Tiddely pom),
How cold my toes
(Tiddely pom),
Are growing.

Thank you,

Today Elliot went to bed repeating the word "dopit" over and over again. If you have never read "Mr. Dizzy", then you wouldn't understand. I suggest you read it. It will change your life.
In fact, read all the Mr. Men books right now, before you go to bed. Every single one. Go ahead. Stop reading this blog and start reading Mr. Men. Start with Mr. Dizzy, go on to Mr. Strong, then Mr. Funny then continue from there. Let me know how it goes.

Age 20m... on the web

Click on the cbc logo to visit Elliot's favourite website, which he now asks for quite often. He likes playing all the games on their website and especially Nana's Helper.