Well time for a few quick updates:
1) Happy Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow
2) We finally made it to an apple place today with the intent of doing pick your own. The location was Pavillion de la Pomme in Mont St. Hilaire but there was no picking opportunity left there so we picked apples out of wooden crates. We did find one of the few Quebec growers of the Honeycrisp variety, which normally has a hard time in Quebec's climate, although a story in La Presse this week suggested that warming trends may cause it to replace some of the predominant variety in Quebec, which is Macintosh. If the Giraffe had been sleeping a little better, we would have made it further to one of the only organic apple picking locations in the Montreal area, Verger 4 Vents in Henryville. We have been getting their apples in our organic basket the past few weeks and they have been good.
3) The Giraffe is 357 days old today and he is continuing to develop at a rapid pace. He had his 1-year checkup a few days early this week and he is now 79cm tall (making him 96th percentile for his age and the same height as an average 16.5 month old boy) and he's 25.1lb (I can mix imperial and metric measures with the best of them - that would be 91st percentile).
He's been verbalizing a lot, and his volume is increasing. He now makes the same loud noise each time he gets close to the cat, which means rather than waiting for a smallish baby to aggressively pet him, he walks off at a trot and the Giraffe thinks about crawling after him and normally doesn't. His current favorite sound is Mama, or Mamama, but Nana, Dada and Rara are being tested. He loves books now - more because they can be pulled off shelves and leafed through rather than to be read, but he seems to enjoy his book at bedtime.
His physical development is going well, he's crusing on furniture with increasing confidence and now he balance better while doing so he can reach further and destroy more things when he does. He thinks a firm no from one of his parents is something to be proud of, and so as soon as he figures out how to walk (something he seems to want to do), we'll have nothing left intact below a height of three feet in the house. Of course, you know this is going to happen but when it does it's still a surprise.
All that said, he's still wonderful and when I come home from a couple of days away as I did on Friday to a smiling child crawling to see me, there is a feeling that nothing else in the world could be better.