Damn I'm getting old!

Hey there Saski-fans... as most of you probably know (since I assume each of you would have marked it with a personal, heartfelt and meaningful ceremony of some kind) Oct 28 was my 6 month birthday!

I had a week of celebrations... and about 15 minutes of my first mid-life crisis, wondering if it's all downhill from here. Life is good, you know? So can it get better? Luckily, I realised that I do have my drivers licence and ballet classes to look forward to. So you know, I've got that going for me at least...

And did I mention the celebrations? It was a week of milestones!

My first ever ride on a slide...


I've learned how to sit up by myself...


And I hung with my posse. See if you can spot me! (Hint: I'm the short one with all the hair!)

So happy 6 months to me!

S.

When Bears Attack!

If you thought my 3 steps for becoming the popular girl post was most helpful, just wait until I share with you my 9 steps for surviving a bear attack! Talk about useful information...

Yes, your favourite infant blogger (please don't tell me you're a fan of my nemesis' blog, she hasn't posted in months!) was ATTACKED last week, without (much) provocation. All I can say is... thank goodness for my natural Canadian instincts, they kicked in just in time.



File that one away for your next walk in the woods ladies! (And I suspect it works on kangaroos too.)

Check ya later...

Saskia

Food glorious food! (Anything but apples.)

So this week Mom started me on solid food. I was so excited... finally I could start putting those new choppers of mine to work! I was on the edge of my high-chair seat with anticipation, wondering what kind of smorgasbord of flavours Mom would have prepared for me.

The main course tonight? Yes, it's a rich and delicious tapestry of flavours. Let's see... we've got pureed apple, finely chopped apple, and just a hint of smushed apple... all lightly dusted with bits of apple. Sounds delish! I thought I was in for a night of fine dining indeed!

The first sign that things weren't going well? When Mom kept threatening to shove a jumbo jet into my mouth. Seriously, she wouldn't stop going on about that airplane... Memo to Mom: Try to remember that I've flown on a jet to New Zealand so trust me when I say there is no way I'm getting my gums around one of those suckers!

Guess what... turns out I don't like apple?

But I certainly do like rubber bibs! Now that's a meal I can enjoy again and again.

Love to all!

Saskia

Mom's Book

So Mom and Dad took me out to the bookstore, because more than anything I love books! Not reading them mind you, but slobbering all over the pages.

And lo and behold... guess what we found at the super-mega Borders bookstore in Lygon street?

Ta-daa!! Mom's book. I mean, it's as if I were browsing the local bookstore with Salman Rushdie and we started reading through 'The Satanic Verses' and I'd be all like... "So Salman, is it really worth all the fuss?" and he'd be all like "Yeah Sass, I mean I got to hang out with Bono before he got all save-the-world like". Only it was Mom, and her book never got an Ayatollah angry.

Of course, given that her book is a discourse on how well Australia respects the international rule of law, I find it just a bit ironic that it's filed under 'True Crime.'

(This is me, when told that unlike Salman, Mom never got to hang out with Bono. Even though she did get Sonny Bono's autograph once.)

I haven't mentioned him in a while (at least, not since the last blog entry) but here's Dad. Think he looks like me? Must suck for him if he's considered as cute as a little girl.

Peace Out!

S.

Saskia's Guide to Popularity

So here you go girls, Saskia's tips on how to be THE popular girl in 3 easy steps:

Step 1. Get yourself a trippin' new hat. Preferably something floppy, to help slim those pudgy cheeks.


Step 2. Pick up a hobby, like volleyball, or gardening, or ballet... or in my case, competitive eating. (That's right, even though all I've ever eaten at this point in my life is boob-juice, I'm pretty sure I can devour anything you put in front of me. Or at least, I'm always willing to try. Like this delicious nipple ball. Dad is so proud.)



Step 3. Get your parents to introduce you to other little girls. (OK, I suppose if you can manage step 3 then steps 1 and 2 aren't really required. Ummm... look, just go with it for now people. The guide is a work in progress.) Anyhoo... you can see the results! This is Audrey, one of my new cool friends


Poor Dad isn't really all that popular with all the other little girls (he refuses to follow my 3 step plan) so I like to hang out with him now and then to try and make him feel like he's still cool. Here I am trying to explain my flux capacitor to him, but I think he just nods his head a lot and pretends he understands.


Also... this weekend Dad and I watched the baseball playoffs together, and I wore my lucky pink Yankees underwear. Dad told me that he got super dreamy superstar Derek Jeter to sign it for me! I couldn't really read the handwriting but was very proud!

Unfortunately the Yankees were eliminated. Dad seemed pretty pleased about that... then I noticed what he had actually written on my lucky underwear. Doh!

Now I'm just waiting for Dad to fall asleep so I can write 'Dad Sucks' on his forehead! That'll teach him to mess with a popular girl.

Peace and love to all (except Dad and Detroit Tiger fans)...

Sass

This just in: Toes taste great!

OK... I feel the blog has been suffering lately. Sure I've been honing my photoshop skills with ninja like precision... and yeah, we've had a few chuckles. But the truth is I've forgotten about the one thing that's so important to all my family and friends. Yes... I'm cute as heck, and a showoff to boot!

So... a few more photos to remind us all of my cute-osity:

This just in: Toes taste great. I can't get enough of mine! (And check out those rippled abs!)

First time in a high chair, and I'm lovin' it! Get this, if I throw a toy on the ground and Mom or Dad just pick it up. Indeed, they are well trained. (And is it just me or is my Pompadour looking just a little bit 1958 Elvis?) Ayuh. Thankyuh verrymush.

Surprised from above! Not fair, it makes me look like I have antler-legs growing out from the side of my head.


Did I mention the thing about loving my feet?

Just. Plain. Cute.

Boo-yah!

S.