Happy New Year

I move into my second decade of life. Spent the day at home with parents and Big Sis. We went for a walk in the woods then I exercised my new-found skill of climbing out of the cot and coming downstairs instead of having a nap. Eventually consented to being cuddled by Mummy and having nursery rhymes sung to m......

Woke up on the sofa alone. That wasn't supposed to happen.

New year's resolution - make Mummy write a blog entry daily.

Fluff Massacre - what have you done Mummy?

Mummy and Daddy took me to the hairdresser today. It was terrible. A cheery tractor chair does not make up for fluff mutilation. I was a moving target for the hairdresser and serve her right.

Aging

My birthday was in December but Mummy isn't always the world's most organised person. This is my cake. I suppose I really should rename this blog and call myself "Toddler J" but this would probably confuse Mummy.

They call it "Bath time"

Mmm yes, feeling of freedom - Nudey Baby time.
Watch out Mummy, you'll get my cute (Mother's Note: J is covered in 100% soft touch cute) wet.
No I don't want to sit down in this "water".
I'll sit down; but I won't enjoy it.
Nooo. It took ages to build up that armpit fluff.
Of course my neck rings accumulate dirt. That's what they're for.
That snot is a protective layer. PROTECTIVE LAYER.
Don't moisten the head fluff: there could be terrible consequenc... ohh look, it's my duck. (Sounds of vicious hair washing)

Splashing good fun. Mummy looks funny wet.
I'll keep Mummy in range by laughing every time she says "Splash".
Good grief. My bottom is so wrinkled it looks older than Mummy's, time to get out.

Gourmet Baby Life

Stew mmmmmmmm.
This Christmas Mummy was given a Blupper. What a boon to baby gastronomy this has proved to be. Food is made and then blupped producing the perfect texture for optimum assimilation and cutting down on the number of frustrating pieces that are not amenable to eight teeth eating.

Training Daddies

As I am sure that you are all aware Daddies need to be trained. Here I am teaching Daddy about the hiding-a-toy game. He takes a small toy, holds it in his hand, I then indicate which hand it is in.

You would not believe the number of attempts it took to train Daddy to hold it in the hand that I was about to point at.....

A small step for a Daddy....

Yes, my crawling comrades, I have taken a step into the world of bipedal locomotion. To be more precise I have taken three steps. I am also standing unsupported.

I have eight teeth and am making more cute noises than ever. Yes I am now 11 months old. My luxuriant locks continue to garner admiring glances and the name "Fluffbonce". Unfortunately I still need Mummy's help to unpeel the yoghurts.