Out in the cold and on the grid

Oh, dear reader, what a day! We awoke this morning to a very cold house. Those of you who reside in or around the T dot will know that it has suddenly become unseasonably chilly out there. Turns out that this counts as a problem if your furnace isn't working. Also turns out that our furnace isn't working. It further turns out that when it's suddenly unseasonably chilly out there, lots of people look to heat contractors to come and service their furnaces. So it's still cold in here. Thank goodness for fire; Peter and I spent the better part of the day cuddling in front of ours. The bright side was that he got to look ravishing in a still-too-large hat with ears (courtesy of Auntie Megg) and a cosy sleeper.

In other news, the provincial government has finally, finally acknowledged Peter's existence! (No such luck with the federal government so far, but I'm hoping there'll be a ripple effect.) You see, for the last nearly six months, I have been trying to secure some proof of the young lad's identity, the better to get him a valid OHIP number and pay those pesky hospital tabs he's been running. I have finally succeeded, and Peter is the proud owner of (1) a statement of live birth, (2) a birth certificate, and (3) a (temporary) health card. Hooray! Now I don't have to dodge daily phone calls from "patient accounts" at five different institutions!

In other other news, I think that Peter laughed this morning. You see, he smiles and full-body-wiggles at us all the time, but so far no real laugh noises. Until I stood with him in front of a full-length mirror and, ahem, shook my tail feather, whilst saying "Shake your tail feather." This, apparently, is a joke so hilariously irresistible that Peter responded with a big smile and an audible "ha". I'm hoping I can recreate the magic with some of my other dance moves.