The Arrival of the Olympic Torch

Last night the Olympic Torch made it to Whistler and this morning at 8am it ran by our little village of Pemberton.

Olympic Schedule of Events link and the chaos that goes with it…

Well, the mayhem has begun: no parking, everyone is bussing it from everywhere to everywhere…

The Olympics are here…Mad World…

No parking in Whistler starting tomorrow…everyone is bussing it…a Mad World…we’re going for survival here…

I love this song…I thought I’d share it…

More words at almost 20 months…

I haven’t been very good at keeping track of what I. says lately, because her vocabulary just exploded in the past few weeks. However, today was the peek of it all so far, and she really started copying everything we said and communicating more with grandparents on Skype, so I decided this is it, I HAVE to start writing things down, otherwise I will lose track forever…

A new favourite: The Hoppity Song!

Our daughter learned to request songs from our regular playlists. Namely: The Hoppity Song by John Ondrasik.

We listen to a lot of music with I. We always have soft background music at dinner time but now she will request it even for breakfast and lunch. She loves moving, dancing, clapping whether we are at the dinner table, in the car, at baby-gymnastics or just in the living room…

This song was on a CD we got as a hand-me down from friends and we burned the whole CD on our computer. She loves jumping, dancing, bouncing in her feeding chair, wiggling her butt when we listen to this. I had it looping for at least an hour today and neither of us got tired of it. But when I finally decided to put something else on and stopped it, she looked at me worried and said: “More, more, Hop, hop” pointing at the computer for me to put it on again. I think it’s an addictive song, and not only for kids.

Check out these two versions I found:

These guys start playing at 00:53 seconds, so you can skip ahead if you just want to listen to the song itself:

The “4 days in a row” scary scenario wasn’t all that scary after all…

I learned two valuable lessons this week…actually make that three.

My boyfriend is away in Silverstar doing the Demo Team try-outs for Interski and I am home with our daughter for 4 days. Unfortunately it’s the days that I am actually working. So we have organized babysitting for all 4 days and I have stressed over the whole “4 days in a row” scenario weeks before the event, and here I am, on the last day of it all and thoughtful.

She is telling me about her day!

This past week our daughter has been having a harder time going to bed. Since she was 7-8 months up to pretty much 19 months, she would go down without a fuss, I’d sing her a lullaby, and she would point to her crib signaling, that she’s ready to go down.

For a week now, whether it’s nap time or night time she doesn’t even want to put her head on my shoulder as I TRY to sing our regular bedtime song.

Back to Ski School!

I just realized how much I REALLY REALLY love my job!!! I thought it was going to be super hard to leave I. and go take care of other people’s kids.

Spending equal time with our daughter is helping all of us in many different ways…and a few more French words…

Our arrangement for the winter is working out better than I hoped it would! I. spends 3 days with me, then 3 days with her Papa! She is really happy, calmer than ever and is enjoying her time with Dad: getting the Christmas tree, visiting horses, going to library story times and going tobogganing on the frozen lake nearby…

I realize how much our daughter changes in 24 hours when I don’t see her all day…

Oh, my God, my work-week has already gone by…just like that, in the blink of an eye.

I’ve got two classes of 3-4 year old little ankle biters. 5 little guys per class, one class comes Mondays and Wednesdays and one Tuesdays and Thursdays. They are all doing great for their first week, starting to gain mobility on their skis and having fun. It’s been super cold (-17-20 *C) but they are staying warm by moving a lot, and I am shedding layers all day, since the “Magic Carpet” (the carpet lift) is broken and I become their personal magic carpet when they are too tired to side-step up the hill.