Thursday, March 30, 2006

I've been very busy boy this week. I can crawl really fast now, and sometimes I can make it all the way to the Forbidden Cupboard before Mum works out I've dissapeared. It's not so much the cupboard I'm after (although I'll empty it if I get the chance) but the funny shiny box thing underneath. I've been poking at it for several days now, and I've discovered that there's a bit of it that comes out if you pull it in the right way. The bit that comes out tastes yummy, but for some reason Mum gets cross if she finds me chewing it.

Mum also tells me off if I try to chew the Remote Control. It's got lots of small brightly coloured rubber things on it, and it tastes pretty good too. However, I've noticed that chewing sometimes makes the Tweenies go away all of a sudden... Perhaps that's why Mum and Dad get cross when I play with it?

Anyway, I had a lovely time with my Childminder on Thursday. We went to a playgroup and I had a great time crawling around and playing with the other children. My Childminder was very impressed by how much I've come on recently, and how much happier I am now that I can do things independently. Dad says that I'm doing something new every day at the moment.

(Me one year ago).

Sunday, March 26, 2006

I've been in the wars a bit this week. On Thursday, I was happily crawling after a toy in the front room when my hand slipped and my head bounced off the big slab of stone under the fireplace. It hurt quite a lot and there was a big pause before I told Mum about it very loudly. I've now got a bit of a black eye, and I think I look like a bit of a thug as I don't have much hair yet. Mum has been feeling a bit guilty about the whole thing, but there really wasn't anything anyone could have done.

And on Friday, I managed to trap my finger in the door of the cabinet under the TV. On of my favourite games is to sit by the cabinet and to take everything out of it, and to play with the door while I'm at it. I don't usually get to play with it for very long, as Mum or Dad will move me away as soon as they realise I'm playing near there (they say it's dangerous, and I can see why now). Anyway, I managed to slam the door on my fingers... Crawling is a lot more dangerous than I thought!

Things got better after that. On Saturday, we all went to Rowan's birthday party. We all had a great time playing with Rowan's toys and eating loads of party food:



And today is Mother's Day! Dad and me made Mum breakfast in bed, and then we all went out to Roath Park to look at the ducks. I hope Mum had a great day.



Finally, this is what I was doing one year ago.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

On Wednesday, we went round to Mabli's house to play. But when we got there, we had a big surprise: Mabli and Rowan had organised a party for me! I think they felt sorry for me when Mum was poorly on my birthday. Mabli's sister had made a really cool cake, and we all had a lovely time eating strawberries and crisps.



We went to the Hosptial on Saturday to deliver the donations that all you kind people gave the Unit on my Christening. We raised about £450 in the end (not including gift-aid) so well done all who contributed!

It was a bit strange to be back at the Unit. It all looked kinda familiar, but i was a bit unsettled and I was a bit worried that I was going to be readmitted. However, it didn't take long for me to figure out that out that nothing bad was going to happen, and I was soon smiling and giggling at everyone. It was good to see the old place again, and I'm really glad we went.

I think The Mog has been teaching me how to crawl. She used to let me smooth her fur if I was careful not to grab her, but now she moves just out of reach whenever I get close. I try and follow her, but she can move a lot faster than me, and sometimes she does a mean trick and goes and hides on the stairs (for some reason, Mum and Dad won't let me anywhere near the stairs).



Finally, I'm getting on really well with my food. I quite like chewing "finger food", especially if it looks like a biscuit!. And I like drinking out of cups, especially Dad's pint glass:


Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I had a bit of a nasty surpise on Tuesday afternoon. Mum put me down in my pram for a nap after lunch, and I had a lovely sleep. However, since I learned to crawl I've been wriggling a lot more, and when I woke up I must have wriggled a bit too much as I somehow wriggled out of the bottom of the pram and onto the floor! I was quite surprised, and wasted no time telling Mum all about it (she came running, as you can imagine). Fortunately my pram is quite low, and I did't hurt anything too badly.

In the evening, I went to bed as usual but then woke up all of a sudden two hours later. Mum and Dad weren't sure if it was my teeth or if I'd had a nightmare about falling out of my pram, but I was in such a state that I couldn't settle back to sleep. In the end, Mum and Dad gave me some yummy orange stuff called Neurofen which worked a treat and I was soon feeling much better. However, it did have a curious side-effect in that I was suddenly wide awake. I wasn't interested in going back to sleep at all, and none of Mum and Dad's usual tricks worked (they knew they were in trouble when "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" failed to settle me down). So I got to stay up playing until well after midnight. Needless to say, I've been a bit tired today. I guess the moral of this tale would be "no Neurofen after dark"...

Sunday, March 12, 2006

I went to my Childminder's on Friday, but perhaps I shouldn't have. I've had a nasty tummy bug since the beginning of the week, but on Thursday we all thought I was better. However, I obviously wasn't as there was a bit of an incident which involved a new set of clothes for both me and my lovely Childminder... I hope she forgives me. Actually, Friday wa a pretty bad day all round as Dad forgot to put my lunch in my bag! (Luckily, my lovely Childminder made me some tasty pasta in a cheese sauce; she really is a star).

This bug is really doing the rounds, and Dad has come down with it now. I wish it would go away as it's not very nice.

Anyway, we all had a big surprise on Sunday morning: it was snowing! It was very pretty, although The Mog didn't seem to think so.


Wednesday, March 08, 2006

It's my birthday! I had a huge pile of presents to open in the morning:



However, poor Mum has caught my nasty tummy bug and had to spent the whole day in bed (I was feeling a bit better today). So Dad took the day off and we spent the day playing with my new toys instead. We had lots of fun putting together a toddle-truck from Aunty Ceri (I reckon I could use it as a Go-cart).


Tuesday, March 07, 2006

I thought you might like to see some more pictures of my Christening that Pa took:









Lots of exciting things have happened this week. Firstyl, I made a big step forward yesterday: I learned how to crawl! One minute I was wriggling away on the carpet, nearly doing hand-stands and the next I was moving across the floor! It's very exciting. I thought things would be less frustrating now that I can finally get at all the things I've not been able to get to before. But in fact things have got worse, as everytime I get close to something fun, Mum moves me away! It's very cross-making.

The second exciting thing is that a very sharp object has appeared in my mouth. Mum says it's a "tooth" and that it's useful for eating with, but as far as I can see it just there to make me dribble and to hurt randomly throughout the day. I hope it sorts it self out soon.

finally, I woke up in the middle of Monday night to find I was lying in a large pool of cold sick. It wasn't very pleasant really, and I wasted no time in telling Mum and Dad all about it. Fortunately, it didn't take long to change my sheets and clean me up and we were soon back to sleep. However, I woke up a bit later with a really hurty tummy and a nappy that had leaked everywhere. Again, not very pleasant. I think I've got a bit of a bug.

However, the worst thing happened at Tots this morning. Mum heard noises down in my nappy and decided to go and change me. While my nappy was off, everything exploded, and suddenly there was a nasty mess all over Mum and ll over the changing room! Mum wasn't very pleased. Needless to say, we didn't go swimming as normal on Tuesday afternoon...

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Crawling is hard. I can do wriggling, and I can roll quite a long way when I put my mind to it, but crawling is much harder. I'm seriously thinking about giving up on the whole crawling thing. Walking looks like a much better bet.


Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Just when I thought all the excitement of my Christening weekend was over, I discovered that Aunty Ceri was staying with us for a few more days. And even better, Aunty Annie was going to come an stay for a night too! We had a lovely time on Monday: we went to the Roath Park and then we all went out to lunch.

I like having Aunty Ceri around. She has an amazing ability to turn the most mundane activity into soemthing fun. As an example, on Monday we invented a game called "Rah!" while we were supposed to be having dinner. It works like this: I shout "Rah!" as loud as I can and you pretend to be scared by falling over or someting, then we all laugh hysterically at each other. It's a little bit like "Boo!" but much funnier.

Since we invented it on Monday, I've tried to play it with everyone I meet. I've had more success with some people than others: it works really well on Dad in the middle of the night, but The Mog doesn't seem to get it at all (she went to hide under the sofa when I tried it). I've also been teaching it to some of the other babies I know; they think it's a good game too.

I'm desperate to crawl, but I've still not figured out how to do it. Aunty Ceri and Mum spent a lot of time at the beignning of the week showing me what I had to do, but I just can't get my head round it (Aunty Ceri said I was rubbish!) I hope I leant to do it soon though, because I'm finding it very frustating.

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