Just for kicks, here’s a site to judge where you fall in the political spectrum. I was surprisingly much more Left/Libertarian than I expected to be. You can also compare yourself to where the site thinks our major parties lie:

http://www.politicalcompass.org

and

http://www.digitalronin.f2s.com/politicalcompass/canada2005.php

I wonder if The Boy is taking the VeggieTales thing a little too much to heart.

After not a little bit of experimentation, The Boy doesn’t seem to like meat very much. Attempts to feed him tonight some concoction featuring chicken were spectacularly unsuccessful. However, the green beans mixed with rice and the Just Apple dessert went over swimmingly.

In fact trying to get him to eat almost anything with meat is usually met with active resistance. The little guy could have held Europe all by himself.

Anyway, is this a sign of things to come, or, like everything else that’s preceded: just a phase?

Grumpy might be right. Maybe we are raising a Lotus Eater.

Last night was Lynn’s “Going to Depot” send-off. We arrived when the party was in full swing, owing to the commute from UBC to “North Delta” and the incredible traffic on the East-West Connector.

Lots of friends were there to wish Lynn well. The party was held in the party room in Lynn & Hendrik’s complex, and it was plenty large enough to hold the crowd. There were a number of young ‘uns there, and Aidan hit it off well enough. As the evening went on, he flirted with everyone there, and outlasted all the kids … continuing to crawl around, chasing me all over the room. This wasn’t a small room, and he chased me for a good 10-15 minutes, so we expected him to be all tuckered out last night.

Well, he zonked out pretty quick in the car. Of course he woke up when we got home, but Gwen eventually got him back down. And then the night. Oy. I think I got 5 or 6 hours sleep, and hardly any of it contiguous.

He’s running a really low fever (maybe) today, and continuing to be cranky. Teething and maybe a little bit of something else. At least we’re justified in keeping him hopped-up on Baby Tylenol tonight.

Good luck Lynn! Have fun! 

Aidan’s latest way of exploiting these new things that have appeared in his mouth is to pick up Cheerios, one at a time, and hold them in his fingers while he bites down on them with his front teeth. Chewing, in fact, but holding the Cheerio in his fingers. Cute, but irritating when trying to feed him breakfast cereal (aka that awful paste we feed him in the morning).

Our little beaver.