And it begins

Today I was corrected by Abi. We were looking for a specific cat toy she can't find, and I tried distracting her (from the still-missing toy) by offering another "cat". "That's not a cat!" She says. "That's a tiger!" Which, of course, I knew, but she'd always called it a cat before even when I would call it a tiger. She then proceeded to practice saying Tiger. This was the first time I'd ever heard the word from her. It's been a long time since I called any of her tigers that. It used to be I'd talk about a tiger and she'd say "no, cat". I can only assume she learned the difference from kids at daycare.
Granted, she also tells me she wants a DS.
And, I'm waiting for an opporunity for a video, but she will sing for you:
"Tick tock on the clock. The party gonna start. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh."
Which, in order of learning actually developed as:
"oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh." Then "tick tock... clock." And only this week was the party added.
We recently discovered where she learned it (daycare of course). It's on one of the girls' Nintendo DS toys as downloaded by an older sibling.
Right now I admit it's very cute when she sings this chorus and dances. Let's hope she doesn't figure out the parts about beer and Jacks. (If you don't know, this is a pop song by new "Britney" singer Kesha. The tick-tock part about dancing isn't so bad. It's the video, oh and the fact that it's about drinking all night (starting the night washing out your mouth with Jack Daniels) that isn't so good.)

April Update

It has been a long time since I updated you and I really should be finishing grading papers right now, so I'll keep this short. It's been very busy around here (when isn't it?) at end of term. My sister, nephew and dad were out to visit my grandpa (dad's dad) in his last week. Of course, at the time we didn't know it would be his last week with us. We are grateful that we had time with him before he passed away. The funeral was last week - a simple memorial for a wonderful man. He is greatly missed.

While my family was here we took a visit to the Butterfly Conservatory one afternoon while grandpa was resting. Inside the Conservatory was very hot and humid (especially for us Winnipeg folk). Butterflies were literally everywhere and flying around in flocks (or whatever the technical name is for groups of butterflies). The kids were afraid, and who can blame them. Those were some large butterflies in their faces.

The pictures start here on flickr. Here are a select few:
















Abi and I now have matching hats and jean jackets.






And, in other news, I turned 30.


Abi sang me Happy Birthday. It was awesome. I wore a crown that I had crocheted the night before. We had friends over and at the best brownie double-chocolate cheesecake EVER.


I get plenty of hugs. Life is good.