Thursday, December 29, 2005

I've seen so many different people since I've been staying with Ma and Pa. Fortunately, I'm very socialable and I love meeting new people (especially if they smile at me). On Boxing Day for example, I was delighted to meet the 40 or so people who turned up Ma's open house party. I had a lovely time saying hello to everyone, and I don't think my feet touched the floor all afternoon!

Later in the week, we met Aunty Vonny and Uncle Graham. I don't know if you remember, but Aunty Vonny is the lady who made me my excellent play mat:

And on Wednesday, we met up with Thomas and Aunty Louisa. Thomas is a very busy boy (we all have a lot of respect for Louisa's mummying skills), but he did stop rushing about long enough to bounce me up and down a bit, which I thought was very funny.

Granny also came to say hello on Wednesday evening, and I had a long chat with her while Mum and Dad rushed about packing up the car:

We set off back home on Wednesday evening after my bath. I slept all the way back, and I was a bit confused to find myself back in my own house when I woke up, but I soon remembered where everything was. We all had a really good Christmas with Ma, Pa and Aunty Ceri, and we all miss everyone terribly now that we're back in Cardiff. Everything seems a lot quieter with only Mum and Dad around to entertain me.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

It's Christmas! I woke up to find that Father Christmas had left me an enormous stocking:

(I also checked to see if Ftaher Christmas had enjoyed his gin and tonic - the glass was empty and Rudolf had obviously been nibbling at the apple I left him). Opening my stocking very exciting: there was loads of rustly paper and lots of small toys in it. I had a great time playing with it all before Mum decided it was time for my breakfast:

Then we all started on the huge pile of presents under the tree. I'm a very lucky boy: nearly all of them belonged to me! I got loads of fun things to play with, books to read and clothes to wear: many thanks to all who gave me something. Funny Aunty Ceri gave me a really cool baby grow that made me look like Father Christmas (see opposite).

Later, we went to Ma's church for the children's service. We sang a lot of carols and listened to some readings. The Vicar told the Christmas story by pulling children out of the congregation to collect shepards, wise men and so on from the nativity scene at the back of the church. I was chosen to carry baby Jesus round the church (with some help from Mum, who was a bit embarrased to find that I'd been chewing Jesus when I got back to the front)

I had yummy Christmas dinner for my tea: turkey, cranberry sauce, roast potatoes and carrots (although Dad thought we should leave out the sprouts this year). And at bathtime, I tried out some of my new bathtoys, including a rather interesting chair from Nana and Grandpa:

It's like a bath chair: it lets me sit up in the bath without needing too much support from my parents. It's pretty clever, but my preferred usage is to sit in the bath and hold on to the chair from the outside. Dad is very pleased with it though, as it gives his back a break from holding me up.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Today is Christmas Eve. Everyone was very excited and we all spent a lot of time getting things ready for Christmas Day. One of the things I had to do was help Mum and Dad put something put for Father Christmas and his Reindeer. I'd heard that Father Christmas likes brandy and mince pies, but Mum and Dad said that I needed to put out an apple and a gin and tonic:

Earlier in the day we went out for lunch at the Stag, which was yummy (although I ended up falling asleep on the chair). And after that we went to see Aunty Hilda for a cup of tea, which was lovely.

Friday, December 23, 2005

After settling in to Ma and Pa's house, we went round to funny Aunty Ceri's house today. She has a lovely house full of interesting things; including a big black and white cat (Felix) and a pink kitchen. We went there for lunch and to meet Aunty Annie and her mother. Aunty Ceri made a magnificent lunch for everyone, and we all had great time:

I was a bit nervous about meeting Aunty Annie's Mum. However, she was very nice to me and she brought me a fab mobile phone for a present. Now I can talk to Aunty Ceri whenever I want.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I was a bit bored today. Mum and Dad spent the entire day running around stuffing things into bags and suitcases, and Dad spent a lot of time putting things into the car only to take them out again later. I tried to help them while I was in the sling by grabing things and chewing on them, but it didn't seem to help much.

Things got a lot more interesting when Dad put a big tree in the front room. I helped Mum cover it in shiny stuff and lights, and it was really quite pretty:

I got quite upset when I found I wasn't allowed to eat the tree or the lights. The boxes underneath were quite interesting however, and some made good sounds when I bashed them. Dad says that most of the boxes are for me, and that I was a very lucky boy. I'm not really sure what it's all about, but it all looked like fun.

Later on, Dad carried on putting things in the car while Mum gave me my tea. Then instead of putting me down in my cot, Mum put my into the car! I was captivated by the moving streetlamps to start with, but I was very tired and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up, we were are Ma and Pa's house! I was very pleased to see Ma and Pa. Mum put my travel cot up straight away, and gave me a bottle while Dad unloaded the car, but I was very excited and it took me a long time to go to sleep.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

I've not been very well this week. In fact, I started feeling poorly on Thursday, and my Childminder was quite concerned by the time Dad came to pick me up (although I had a lovely day playing with her). I've got another nasty cold which is making it hard for me to breathe, so Dad took Friday off to take me to the Doctors (my parents have been rather more cautious since ending up in Hosptial the last time I was ill!) The reallly unpleasent bit is that all the gunk in my head makes me be sick after pretty much every meal; it's really rather messy. Dad says I need to learn to "blow my nose", but I don't see how blowing on my nose will help much.

Anyway, I was feeling a bit brighter by the end of the day, so Mum and Dad took a chance and went out to a Christmas party at Mum's work while Aunty Cheryl looked after me. I was a very good boy (and very tired) and I didn't stir once; Mum and Dad had a good time and were very relieved to hear that I'd been so good (cleaning up sick is definitely a job for Mum and Dad!)

I felt a bit better on Saturday, but Mum and Dad spent most of the morning packing things into bags. It was a bit boring, so I entertained them by making funny noises while I rolled around the bed. After lunch they bundled me into the car for what seemed like forever (well, I went to sleep and we were still in the car when we woke up). Mum and Dad were wearing really smart clothes (Mum looked very nice), but for some reason I was still in my baby-grow.

When we finally stopped, Mum changed me at top speed into some new clothes and we ran into a big church. There were lots of people I didn't recognise, but they all smiled at me when I smiled at them. Dad said we were at a "wedding". I noticed a nervous-looking Uncle Phil at the front of the church, and then there was some music and Aunty Angela came down the middle of the church wearing a long white dress. She looked very pretty so I smiled at her a lot. Everyone did some singing and Mum made everyone laugh by reading a funny poem. There were some boring bits with no singing, so I did Gremlin impressions until people started laughing at me and Dad told me to be quiet.

Finally, we all went outside and a funny man with a camera took lots of photos. We then got back in the car and went off to a big party in a hotel. It was great: there were loads of people to smile at and I had a lovely time socialising until it was time for me to have something to eat. We all had our best clothes on:

The only bad thing that happened was on the way upstairs for my bath: I had a coughing fit and was sick all over the lobby! Fortunately, I missed my natty new clothes (although I did splatter Dad's shoes and Mum's new top!) But everything was soon cleaned up and we were back at the party in no time.

I slept in my pram during the sit down meal. It was a bit noisy, but I did manage to sleep despite the cheering that followed the speeches. I eventually woke up when everyone had finished eating, so I spent a good hour socialising and charming everyone on our table. Mum and Dad said they were very proud of me for being so good the whole day, particularly when I wasn't feeling my best. I had a great time, and I hope Angela and Phil are very happy together.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Sometimes it's hard being me:

(I was so tired I fell asleep while eating my Petit Filous!)

Sunday, December 11, 2005

On Sunday, I went to the Hospital again, but not because I was poorly: we went to the SCBU Christmas Party, and it was fab. There were lots of people there who remembered me (I had lots of cuddles), and Mum and Dad chatted to some of the Mums and Dads they knew while they were on the Unit. Only a few babies from my cohort were there, but they were all enormous and all looked very healthy.

While we were chatting, it went suddenly went really dark. When the lights went back on, Father Christmas had arrived!

I thought his long beard was really funny as it looked a bit like The Mog. He said I'd been a very good boy and he gave me a present. I wasted no time and I soon had it open: Mum said that I wouldn't like the stuff inside and that she would "look after it" for me, but I had a lovely time playing with the wrapper:

After we had all seen Father Christmas, we went upstairs to sing some Christmas carols in the Unit itself. Mum was wondering if I would remember being there at all, but she needen't have worried. As soon as I got in there I started wriggling and laughing: I think I recognised the distinctive smell and sounds. A lot of the Aunties who looked after me were working today, and so I had some more cuddles (I'm a very lucky boy). It was lovely to see them all again, and we all had a great time at the party. Thankyou for inviting us, and I hope you all have a really Happy Christmas!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

I was very surprised when I went to play in my rubber dingy this morning: The Mog had gotten there first! I felt like one of the three bears: "Who's been sleeping in my bed?". The Mog looked very pleased with herself, so Mum that we wouldn't disturb her.

I find The Mog fascinating. Every time I spot her, I wriggle with delight and start laughing. In fact, on some days she's the only thing that will make me smile at all. It's gotten to the stage where I'll smiling and laugh at things that look only vaguely cat-like, such as feet in black socks and Dad's black scarf. I suspect Mum and Dad think I'm a bit bonkers, but I know The Mog apprieciates me.

Mum and Dad were very proud of me on Tuesday: I got a stickyfoot for begin such a good boy at swimming. Mum says that if I stick with I'll be diving for black rubber bricks and inflating my pyjamas bottoms as emergency bouyancy aids in no time. I'm really looking forward to having all those badges on my trunks!

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Nana came to stay on Friday! Mum and Dad originally asked her to come to stay so that they could go to the badminton Christmas meal on Friday evening. But they got the date wrong: their coach rang them up on Thursday evening to fnd out where they were (they felt very silly).

It was great to see Nana though, and we had a really relaxing and fun weekend. She babysat for me on Saturday night when Mum and Dad went out to see Harry Potter, although I forgot to wake up to play with her when they were out (sorry Nana!) And on Sunday, we went out for lunch in Cardiff Bay:

On a different note, I've beginning to feel that mealtimes were missing something. So on Friday, I decided that it was high time I showed Mum and Dad where they were going wrong by grabbing to spoon from Mum and doing it my own way:

(Editors note: Mealtimes take a lot longer and are a lot messier than they used to be!)

Thursday, December 01, 2005

I've been feeling a bit better this week, but I wasn't well enough by Thursday to go to the Childminder's. So Dad stayed home from work to look after me. He said it felt a bit odd standing on the doorstep to waving Mum off; as normally it's Mm and me waving him off. We had lots of fun, and we even we out for a wet and windy walk in the rain.

We ended the day by watching CBeebies, which has lots of fun stuff for me to watch. My favaourite shows are the Tweenies (I like Jake the best), and Boogie Beebies.

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?

Subscribe to Posts [Atom]