I love my auntie Heidi! She isn't like anyone else i love, she talks to me like i understand everything she tells me. I try to look real intelligent and smile a lot when she speaks to me about stuff like music so that she thinks i know exactly what she means. Mummy says I have an old soul.....?

flying lessons

So after weeks of mummy saying 'flying lessons for the baby' I feel no closer to being able to fly. From the first time i saw those crazy looking people swimming in the pond at the park I wanted to be able to move like they do so when mummy started holding me above her head i tried to flap my arms like they do. I even have a green jumper now that looks a little like their skin. They seem to be a different shape to me though and when mummy throws bread to them they don't talk like us. I tried to ask them questions to find out more but they seemed a little hesitant to respond.

Due to popular demand

I heard mummy talking to my Auntie Mandy on the phone the other night and she sounded worried that I hadn't written in so long. To tell you the truth I have been a little preoccupied with some new life challenges, apparently i no longer need a night feed - says who? I want union representation! Now that i have 'solids' i don't get milk at night....hmm....Solids there's a whole other topic. Apparently these smooth, yellow, orange and green substances are nutritional however i'm not sure what i'm supposed to do with them. I think that maybe they should be rubbed into the skin, i'm pretty sure they don't go in my mouth, they just taste wrong, plus nothing is better than a good milkshake.

Daddy says he'll help

I've been laying low lately. They tell me that there are things called growth spurts and that is why sometimes i can't stop eating and i want to hang out with mummy heaps of the time (day and night). They make me feel quite random and a little fragile. At least mummy seems to understand and lets me hang out with her when i need to. Speaking of mummy i have had to enlist daddy's help this week, i've been watching TV and have discovered there is a day called mother's day. I thought every day was mother's day (i can't really imagine a day without her around) but apparently this Sunday is the one where we do something special together. Dad has some good ideas so i'm letting him sort it this year, i just don't feel like i could effectively book a resturant yet. Will let you know how it goes. I'm practicing not crying especially for Sunday!

Some small humans are born with them

Well i haven't written in some time because i have been somewhat occupied. The last few weeks have been slightly hard work. First there was the wind issue and by that i'm not talking about the autumn breeze. I don't know what brought it on but it was nasty, some nights i'd wake up farting and it wasn't fun. And just when i thought that life was back to smooth sailing my mouth started to hurt and Karen the midwife told mummy i am teething. Mum told her i was too young but Karen says that some small humans are born with teeth and that i could get some any time. I'm not sure exactly what these teeth things are but they can't be good news if they hurt so much already.

I think i'm really getting the hang of this thing that people call being alive. Things just seem to be getting more and more entertaining. I have discovered that the things that flap around my face are actually attached to me and while i can't always control what they do i quite enjoy looking at them now and holding the end bits together. Mummy keeps telling people that i have found my hands. They taste pretty good too. I have also realised that if i try really hard i can get from one end of my cot (or any other flat surface) to the other. Mummy says its lucky she always watches me when i lie on her bed or else i would have ended up on the floor. Moving about is really fun but pretty tiring. I find typing pretty exhausting too.

Working on it! ..... i promise

now i'd just like to clarify my position on the whole crying issue. it really does appear that people think i enjoy crying! How much do you enjoying crying uncontrollably? Ok so sometimes i start to make sure mamma and dad know what i need but then it just takes over and i can't be held responsible from there in.

The other point i'd like to address is the whole not sleeping through the night thing. mum, dad, Auntie Gen i really am doing my darndest to go eight hours before my rumbling tummy drags me from my pleasant dreams and causes the above mentioned uncontrobale tears. So stay with me guys i am working on it.