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Before we commence with the usual weekly update on Andy, I’m going to steal a few lines to share about my own father and a few of my fondest memories with him! My dad is one of the most humble people I know, a man who exemplifies what it means to lead by example. I remember finding out in the paper that my dad had been part of a mentorship program that helped new immigrant professionals secure and thrive in a Canadian workplace. He was never one to gloat about his accomplishments – something that sadly I need to work on…

When I was little, I would occasionally go with my dad to work. I loved these days, because it meant I could spend my day drawing, reading Toronto Waterfront Revitalization Corporation reports (I had a little bit of an obsession with the Toronto waterfront), and playing minesweeper. When I was older, he would take us on car rides to drive by sites that he had had a hand in planning and point out to us changes that had been made and why they were important. Undoubtedly, my love for the city, urban design, and planning are a result of the care that he took in showing us different facets of how a city works and runs.

My dad is also a remarkably artistic individual. I recall one year where we painted Easter eggs with him. My sister and I were young, and we were really proud of the patterns we had drawn. Then we looked over at my dad’s Easter egg. He had managed to depict an entire landscape on the surface of the egg…

Funny thing – my parents and a few relatives came up to Kingston yesterday just for the day and we were talking about the artwork that we used to draw for my dad (some of which he still has pinned up at his office). He also has photos up of my sister and I from when we were in grade school. I’m sure some of his co-workers probably think we’re 12…

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Now, I must confess – Andy and I did not get anything for Kelvin for Father’s Day. No ties, socks, mugs, or popsicle stick picture frames. Here’s hoping that we will be more on the ball next year and actually be able to grace him with something wonderful.

Moving on.

Andy has really taken to grasping things that we put in his general vicinity. He does not yet make the effort to reach for things that he wants, but I’m sure that will come with time. The first thing that he always does with whatever item he’s holding onto is put it in his mouth. If there is nothing in his hand, he will proceed to just put the hand itself into his mouth. So far, it’s a toss up between his Freddy the Fox and Geronimo (his giraffe) for the award of favourite toy.

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He’s also more alert this week. And is always trying to sit up. It’s super fun. I think he thinks so too.

 
Andy is definitely more smiley as well. He used to be smiley only in the mornings, but now we get smiles all day long! He even had a little giggle earlier this week!

So much love for this little bug. He’s growing up so quickly! 

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My Favourite Things

One of my favourite things is the Sound of Music. Growing up, we watched it (and My Fair Lady) on our Hong Kong TV, because my mom only had those video versions. We would sing along to the music, performing our own renditions of songs. Perhaps one day I will convert and upload the video we did of So Long, Farewell. It’s pretty awesome.

Anyways, a few years ago the cast of Sound of Music came together for the 40th anniversary of the film. All the Von Trapp children were there, a handful looking strikingly similar, and others less recognizable. I bought the DVD set instantly and loved every moment of the commentary and interviews.

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Earlier today, I got an email from my grandpa’s brother with the rendition of My Favourite Things that Julie Andrews sang on her 69th birthday earlier this October. She may be approaching 70, but her wit is clearly intact. Enjoy!

Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Cadillac’s and cataracts, hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don’t feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Back pains, confused brains, no need for sinnin’,
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin’,
And we won’t mention our short, shrunken frames,
When we remember our favourite things.

When the joints ache, When the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I’ve had,
And then I don’t feel so bad.