Castles

I have decided to educate my parents. We are visiting castles together. Castles my young followers provide excellent opportunities to climb on relatively immobile ancient ruins; i.e. not Mummy and Daddy and to toddle at speed towards alarming drop offs. Also they are generally situated up hills providing further parent exercising opportunities.

Castles also have tea rooms. Yummy.

The toddles of Tumpot

I am considering renaming this blog as I feel that I am very much more a toddler than a baby. Possibly in fact I am a boy. Close observation of the world suggests that I am not a lady.

Over the past 2 years I have made some major achievements - I am independently mobile and have trained Mummy and Daddy to follow simple commands. Pity about their response to complex commands. I will try to resume documenting my important achievements.

Today I went to church where I scraped my chin and bled everywhere. I then had some lunch, then some more lunch before going out to buy pony things. I was rather disappointed that the shop had sold their kennels as I was looking forward to a good bout of posing in the dog house. We then went for a ride. I wore my hat so was allowed to sit on the pony. Big Sis also had a ride; well I was feeling generous. Did a back flip off the mounting block, helmet protected fluffbonce, reassuring cuddle.
Supper was lamb chop and spaghetti shapes. Mummy then helped me wash up. A toddler's work is never done.

Love to all
J

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.

Baby-lympics 3.

Here Mirror Baby and I are working on our routine. The event: Synchronised Cuteness of course.

Baby-lympics 2.

Swimming. I was very impressed by all those swimmers at the Olympics. So brave - in the pool without their Mummies and Daddies. So fast. So streamlined - I want a swim nappy like theirs. I suspect the only way I would beat them is if the judges gave points for cute kicky-legs and faces of effort.

Baby zimmer frame

Here I am, practising for old age. This is my walking frame. It is superior to standard hospital issue because it has lights, music and, of course, it's J-sized. I feel that this is very important when looking for items to purchase. I can walk right across the sitting room although I haven't quite got the hang of steering yet. Only one small waa thus far - I was walking around it and fell. Still I had a nice comforting Mummy cuddle so not all bad. Now feeling muscles in my little leggies that I didn't know I had.

Agoo zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Tree shaking season

Daddy and Mummy took me for a walk yesterday. We indulged in a spot of tree shaking. Unfortunately J-sized trees are hard to come by and don't tend to have many leaves in the first place but I thoroughly enjoyed having trees shaken for me.

Happily when your bottom is padded by Pamper's best bumpy paths are an occasion for merriment rather than discomfort. I knew there was a reason for nappies.

Weddings

What fun it is to be a baby at a wedding. Lots of people to admire you and a lady in a white dress to pay special attention. Mummy spoilt my fun though; she kept a very careful eye on me so I wasn't able to posset all down the dress.

I also tried eating an orange. Not sure about oranges; apples are much easier to open.

Happy marriage Godmother.

Bikkiepegs

Sorry gentlebabies of the Bikkiepeg company, bikkiepegs should not be called by any name that even remotely suggests that they might contain biscuit. Having spent quite some time tasting other substances I can say that they are more like poor-quality-corrugated-cardboard-pegs. And Mummy agrees!

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.