A slightly odd morning

Well.

Retrieved from cot before I raised my voice (I was still playing with my iguanadon).
Into parents' bed and a cuddle with both Mummy and Daddy. Mummy was playing with wrapping paper. Tried to relieve her of this responsibility. Paper subsequently removed from my mouth. Not amused. Played with envelope instead. Hang on! I recognise that foot print! It's a J print.
Mummy unwrapping items. Presents! For me? Too kind. What? For Mummy? Is that allowed? Tell you what, I'll play with the duck. It's a birthday? What's a birthday? A year old; of course I knew that. What's a year though? What an odd concept. Do I have one? What do you mean not yet? I'll stick to months then. There are more of them.

Time for a little more cuddling I think - still not feeling 100%. According to Mummy I am currently a cross between Snot Monster and Darth Baby.

Agooboo

Snotting

WAAAHHH! I'm bored with having a runny nose. I don't want to cough any more. Is green snot infectious - Mummy and Daddy say not, D - my Childminder says yes.

Sleeping more than normal. Watch the cuteness flow as I rub my little eyes. Still waking at 0600hrs though.

Agoo all. May your noses never get drippy.

Baby-lympics

Having watched, with interest, the recent Olympics and Paralympics I have come to the realisation that the events are, on the whole, not designed for babies. I have had a think and have come up with a few new events that will provide more interest for all.

First up - the 10m crawl.

Assorted burblings

Mummy - I feel that Snotster or Snot Monster as a name is so undignified. Admittedly I have been working my way through tissues at a fair rate of snots but none the less J is a much nicer name. The cuddles and sympathy, well keep those up.

I now have a big boy car seat. This faces forward: lucky Mummy can now look back and smile at me. Occasionally I reward her by smiling back. This results in slightly swerving progress and occasional honks from other cars. As long as Mummy's kept amused.

I can now pull to stand and cruise along the furniture. Mummy and a shop lady tried to force some ugly leather items onto my feet. Fat chance. Currently my toes are unconfined and comfortingly chewable.

Strangely enough, when Mummy took my rainmaker toy away the weather improved. Sorry everyone.

Important Safety Notice

When pulling to stand, as I'm sure all of you are about to do, it is very important not to take both hands off the chair to wave in celebration.

Thankfully my nappy cushioned my bottom. I wonder if Mummy could be persuaded into giving me a head nappy.

My Diary 14.

Today I have been a transported baby. Daddy took me to the previously mentioned car boot sale where I received several new toys including a xylophone. Next I played with Mummy before travelling to church in my bicycle seat. Daddy didn't pedal hard enough so I had to kick him in the back. Fwah hah hah. My friend T was in church so we played together. Most unfairly I had the seat side of the pew so he had it much easier when it came to dropping toys and making a noise. Eventually I persuaded Mummy to take me to drive the Church Ferrari. One choc chip biscuit and lots of admiration later it was back into the bike seat and zoming home. I passed T being wheeled home in his buggy and gave him a lordly wobble of the head.

All that fresh air made me tired so I napped till lunch (fruit cocktail and a yoghurt) then embarked on a strenuous play session with Mummy and Daddy. Wore Mummy out so went for a buggy ride to the park. Played on the swings then droped off on the way home.

Not sure what's going to happen about bedtime yet. Surely they can't be thinking of cancelling my breast privileges altogether. No. That would never happen.

In summary: today I've ridden in a car, a cute car, on a bike and in my buggy. A wheely good day so far. (That, fellow babies, is called a pun.)

Car Boot Sales

Ah yes, car boot sales. A thoroughly enjoyable pastime. Essentially, fellow babies, one is driven along in one's buggy while either side of you people compete to offer you toys and other interesting things to chew. One graciously accepts some choice items and one's Daddy rewards them with small tokens of appreciation. Mind you, they can be absolutely exhausting.