Mum and Da' have brought me home from the Far East (see below), but while I was there I developed a taste for sweet pear curry. Nothing could be finer! It's the saucy noodles that take my fancy; the pears I could take or leave. Tonight, I left them in a splattered pool under my high chair, where I had thrown them. "Oh-ohh!" Whenever I say that, Mum and Da' think it was an accident and I smile my most innocent smile...
We know what you all are thinking, that we've fallen on hard times and were forced to sell Britta to a Chinese family. Well, those rumors are patently untrue. Britta is still here, not enrolled in a superb Asian gymnast program (we know they start young); she's fine.
In the intervening months since Christmas, Britta has been a busy girl. She's gone walking with mom and dad down Range Road 32, danced to Josh Groban music, started her first crush on a much-older Raffi, and taken two major trips: one to Kananaskis and one to Victoria.
In Kananaskis, she played the floozy by rocking out in snow boots and a very revealing swimsuit. Every evening after our walk and dinner, we'd head to the pool and hot tub for a soak under the stars.
She also found the time to have her first hair cut (see results below), first visit to the dentist, and get her first pair of glasses. With those specs on her baby blues, she is much more confident and cuter to boot.
