I've been told before that you spend a great deal of time hoping your children will talk, crawl, walk... and then after they've been doing it for awhile, you pine for the days when they couldn't!So it is in our household. I had a few precious weeks where I was reasonably certain that if I left Kiyomi on the floor and stepped out of the room for a second or two, I would find her in the same place I left her. Those days are already a distant - albeit plesant - memory.
Not only has she pretty much mastered the crawling thing, she has now taken to cruisin' around furniture - her high chair being the favourite piece. In fact, she spent about 3/4 of an hour last week, cruising around it, and singing to herself.

She's also been spurred on by a gift from our friends Tim, Alison and Tessa - a rather nifty Fisher Price walker-contraption that actually starts to sing when she bumps into things. Unfortunately, Kiyomi hasn't quite figured out that when you hit an obstacle, you have te reposition the walker to get around it. Rather, she's taken to backing up and having another go at it. Either that, or she just wants to make it sing again! Good mommy that I am, I pretty much wind up laughing at her until she gets a little frustrated, and then I redirect the wheels.Other than working on the walking thing, we've been partaking of typical summer activities - wading pool, park, library, walks, runs to see the ducks. The highlight of last weekend was a trip to the fair. The SuperEx is in town, and just happens to be a couple blocks from our front door. So we headed there to see what Kiyomi thought of the lights, rides and general fanfare. It was kinda like letting a gambler loose in Vegas! There was a combined awe and barely contained excitement that came out every now and again with a few yelps and squeels. Unfortuantely, she was a little too young to get on any of the rides, but she had a blast watching her friend Ella on the ferris wheel and merry go round. She also really enjoyed watching the cops give a hard time to some teenagers who had been smoking pot right around the corner from the merry-go-round... but that's probably a tale for another day.
I have also been through my first full week 'solo'. Some things are easier than I thought they would be, others are harder. Needless to say, I have now been introduced to Teletubbies! I don't understand it, and that baby in the sun still freaks me out, but it buys me 10 minutes or so to get dinner started.
Kiyomi has also become a rather consistant ultimate fan - largely against her will. She's made it out to every game (thanks to relatively good weather, Nana, and a couple teams worth of willing baby-sitters). She seems to enjoy it, especially when Nana or aunty Sue are there to run her around. We'll have to see how this week goes as we're now into playoffs and have 6 games in the next 7 days. Hopefully, she won't add any more bites to her growing mosquito bite collection (bad parents, baaad parents)!

This week has also marked the next step in the paper chase with the citizenship application finally filled out and in the mail. The government has a test for assessing its employees' capacity to learn a second language. I've never taken it, but I've been told that the test is effectively in Kurdish and a large part of it is testing your ability to retain new words. I've decided that the government actually writes up all its immigration and citizenship forms in Kurdish first, and then gets someone who only speaks French to translate them into English. That is the only possible explanation for the vagueness of the questions and the strange rationale for the needed supporting documentation. I actually had a CIC employee tell me on the phone that a passport is not a sufficient proof of citizenship. When I asked - and it was in fact quite politely - whether it was indeed the case that only Canadian citizens could get Canadian passports, and whether that would not be proof of Canadian citizenship, she responded - no word of a lie here - that a Canadian passport was insufficient documentation for a citizenship application! I think she was a little offended by my giggling.
Just a little side note for those of you in the process - if you don't have one already, invest in a small home photocopier/scanner thing. It's been invaluable with all the paper work.
The parting shot for tonight (if I can get it to work since blogger's been giving me trouble) is a little priceless (apologies to uncle Kenji, but it had to be made public). Good night from Ottawa.














































