We spent the day exploring some of the Olympic free events (Vancouver is currently hosting the winter olympic games). But apart from that, there were two other notable events that make us think we're in for a run of mischief.
1) Emma apparently has aspirations of being a basketballer. Today, she took possession of the ball (actually one of her favourite books), dribbled it (toddled with it) down the court (the bedroom) around various other players (a teddy bear, a pile of blocks) and did a slam dunk into the basket (also known as...the toilet). We have the strange feeling that this is not the last we've seen of things ending up in the bowl. Ho hum. Here we go.
2) Emma called the police today. No, this is not one of my cryptic metaphors or euphemisms. It was very humbling. She's played with the phone before and we don't exactly LET her but we haven't been too worried about it. She usually picks it up, swings it a little and maybe hits a button or two before we take it away. But today, I got a call back a few seconds after I took it out of her hands and hung up. It was the police. The police! Emma has managed to dial 911 in her two or less seconds on the phone! I then had to go through a series of questions, presumably to ascertain whether it was a genuine accident or if I was in need of help and being forced to lie. They asked for all my personal details, and repeated the question "Do you need help?" at least three times. I guess they were listening to the tone of my voice as much as anything. I'm not easily embarrassed, but now it's officially on the record that I waste police time. And that my baby will report me for criminal activity if I don't blow enough raspberries on her belly.
We will get around to posting pics and video to celebrate the 11 months. We will, I promise. But...(yawn)...not...tonight...maybe...tomorrow...
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