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.