My jiji and baba seem to be slightly concerned about how chunky I am.
Clearly they have forgotten that my mama looked like this as a baby.
Mama says it's a pain in the bum to have to wash all of my neck layers, but it's important that she does this, because otherwise I start making "boob cheese" under there. (ie. Boob juice drips and accumulates in the neck folds and starts to get crusty/stinky. Delicious.)
Even though mama sometimes complains, she still says the chins are super cute and she wants to gnaw on them. But she doesn't. Phew.
I'm not so sure though. I don't think I'll appreciate these pictures very much when I'm a cool teenager, and I'm worried that mama will use them to blackmail me... Maybe I'll spill some juice on her computer or something and crash her hard drive
while I can still get away with it.
***Note to Jellybean. I have backed up everything so as not to lose a single one of your photos (so tough). And yes, I may use some as blackmail one day if you ever try to give me attitude. Love mama.
Participating in some girl talk.
Loving up papa and doing a little dance.
Sleeping makes a happy Bean.
Telepathic conversations and eskimo kisses with Uncle Glenny at brunch.
Ice cream and boardwalk at the beaches.
Brunch at home, and spotting a little friend on a walk around the neighbourhood.
Another happy weekend come and gone.
I hope we get a few more weeks of summer weather...
It was a long weekend here in Canada, and it was a good one.
We got all dressed up for a very good friends' wedding. I think she was quite excited to be in a dress. I found out quickly (although I suspected...) that trying to carry a floppy infant in one hand, while trying to hold steady a SLR camera in the other, is a near impossible feat.
I swear she's getting heavier by the hour... Those cheeks. I want to squish them all day. But my favourite are those hand dimples.
The Bean enjoying(?) a serenade by her papa.
We made an outing to our favourite ice cream shopfor waffle cones and milkshakes, and went for a quick walk. She's much more awake now and likes to look around.
The rest of our weekend was spent glued to the couch, watching the Olympics.
Whatever will I do when it finishes next weekend...
Last week we made a trip to the Japanese consulate to register the birth of our Bean. All I did was fill out some paperwork, but it was a pretty momentous occasion, since it means that she is now legally Japanese. You can't hold dual (or multi) citizenships in Japan, so she'll have a decision to make (whether to remain Japanese, and therefore give up all other citizenships, or forgo her Japanese citizenship) when she turns 20.
But in the meantime, she'll be a Canadian and Japanese citizen (and Trinidadian if we decide to add that as well).
Our multicultural little Bean.
And yesterday, she turned 2 months old!
My goodness that was fast - I think I'm probably going to continue saying that for the rest of my life...
She's much more expressive now, and is starting to "talk". A very definitive happy and angry (and loud) voice come out of her little mouth. Both are adorable and make me laugh.
So full of expressions (and possibly attitude).
Happy, angry, confused... and happy again.