Six Months Later...

Sorry, I've been offline for a while. This is mainly due to the fact that I've been concentrating on other matters, such as not sleeping, screaming, shouting, singing (sort of), vomiting, pooing and weeing. I'm now brilliant at all of them.

Sometimes, I sleep all night (sometimes) but mostly I still wake up at least once. My mummy looks knackered. Daddy looks tired too, but he doesn't do as much as Mummy - he's mainly there for entertainment. He disappears to do something called 'work' but I don't know what that is. It seems to take a long time.

I did myself a disservice in the first paragraph - there's lots of other things I can do now. I can roll over onto my front and push myself up on my arms. I can't crawl yet, but I'm trying. Sometimes, I roll onto my front with such force, that I roll straight over onto my back again.



I really want to walk, but I can't without Mummy or Daddy holding me under my arms. I have a walker-thing but it's not the same, though neither Mum or Dad come with built-in sound effects. Now that they've got rid of the carpet and replaced it with laminate (apparently this is easier to clean), I can whizz around like Stirling Moss, whoever he is.


I love going in my swing in the garden, and the big swings at the park.



I love my bathtime. When I was just lying on my back it was fun enough, but now that I am starting to sit up in the bath, it's opened a whole new world for me.


I love to grab stuff and am constantly reaching out for the nearest thing - whatever it is: plant, toy, nose, light switch, DVD, ear, bird table, fish, hair - I'm really not fussed as long as I can grab it, and pull it. Or try to.

I've become increasingly fascinated by the big moving picture window in the living room. I hadn't really noticed it before, mainly because Mum and Dad don't let me look at it very much. But, in the last few months, I get to see a bit in the morning, and some in the evening. I'm not very fond of the programmes, but I love the theme tunes. My favourites are Rubbadubbers, Noddy, 64 Zoo Lane, Rory the Racing Car...I could go on, but I might imply denial of the good-natured statements made above.


Daddy has been taking me to a big bath - much colder than I am used to - for the last few months. I do like it in there, though I have to grip onto Dad like a monkey in case I fall into the water. It's much deeper than the bath. However, the good thing about this bath is that there's lots of other people in it, and some of them are little blonde girls, which is something I am quite keen on. In fact, there's nothing that gets me smiling more than ladies, of whatever age.

Other than that, life is pretty relaxed. Mum and Dad have been taking me to lots of places full of other children, toys, games and fun stuff, but I don't know what it's all about, though I like it. It's exciting. But I hope they don't leave me there forever.