It started a few days ago when my 7th tooth started to come through. For some reason mum thinks I am being unreasonable grinding my teeth on her boobs when I am drinking milk. I am simply trying to find the right position for my tongue and teeth now the inside of my mouth has changed but mum is a bit angry at the 7 toothsized open wounds she has round each nipple.
Mum is also annoyed that I like to have milk during the night. She says I am too big a girl for milk during the night. Maybe I am too big but I like it so I am going to win our fight. Mum says she is going to win.
Last night I fell asleep at about 10-30 in the evening. At 1-20 in the morning I decided I'd like a little milk. Mum gave me a little and I bit her. Mum put me back in my bed and said I wasn't getting any more. I know mum, if I scream loud and long enough I will win so when she put me in bed at 1-25 I stood up and screamed angrily at her. She came over, picked me up, said no and laid me down. Huh? I stood up again and screamed, she laid me down again. Over the next 2 hours and 10 minutes I stood up and screamed at her 45 more times and she laid me down 45 times saying no. I didn't realize mum could be as stubborn as me. A few times she even shouted nasty words at me. Eventually I lost my voice and lay down exhausted. I didn't waken up again till 10-45 in the morning. When I got up I gave mum a big hug just in case she remembered about our fight but it seems she's forgotten about it for now.
I bet I can make her give me milk tonight though.
Why the hell have they put a tree in the living room?
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Leave me in peace so I can work out your password!
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Mummy took me to the doctor which wasn't fun because there was so much ice it took us ten minutes to get to the car and another ten to de-ice it, by which time we were ten minutes late. When the doctor looked at me he said I had conjunctivitis and a chest infection. He gave mummy medicine and eye drops. Problem is I hate both so I have decided to refuse them and try to get better without them. For some reason mummy doesn't agree with my stance so has been pinning me down with her knees and forcing things into my eyes and down my throat. I think I hate mummy now.
Pumpa says I'm a wee devil !
We always start out with the best of intentions ,, we'll play we say ,,, But ...
Every time I fall asleep on his knee he falls asleep too !!
Today we started watching the Chelsea vs Arsenal football match together on Pumpa's chair and when Mummy & Daddy came back from DIY'ing and woke us up again .,., the game was all finished !!
When dad or granny carry me around, I point at the photos and they tell me who's on them.
Mum doesn't seem to be interested in photos, so I never point at photos with her.
I'm sure I can feed myself, if I can just find my mouth.
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He undressed us both, and he then went over to the white thing that mum sometimes sits on.
Then something weird happened: Yellow water started running out of dad and hitting the water in the white thing. I leant forward to study the phenomenon.
Then something even stranger happened: I suddenly started to pee myself, and as soon as dad noticed, he held me over the water so that my pee would hid the water, too.
Afterwards, he gave me a big kiss and said I was very clever, so I peed a bit more.
He then put me down on the blue bath mat and placed Léon at the toilet.
And isn't it funny? As soon as I heard the tinkling sound, I started to pee again.
I wonder whether they're going to try this again some day...
We can't have that...
So Monday night I got up 3 times, Tuesday too. By Wednesday, the first time I got up mum was so tired she let me sleep in their bed. That was cool. I decided horizontally was the most effective, so put my head on mum's back and my feet on dad's chest. They couldn't sleep but I did. Last night was most fun though, I got up at 1-50 and decided to play and sing and dance in the dark, kicking and scratching mum and dad just enough to insure they didn't sleep at all. I tired of that game though... after the first 3 hours...
Afterwards I wondered if she was a bit mad - she said to mum. I have a questionnaire to fill out here, can you answer a few questions:
1) Can Anna eat lumpy food?
Huh? I had lasagne and chips for dinner last night - what is this woman on?
2) Can Anna sit unaided now?
Sit unaided? SIT UNAIDED??? Is she barking - I've been sitting for 5 months - shouldn't she be asking if I can cruise the furniture, silly cow!?
Daddy thinks I am very brave. He is very proud of me, but then I had stopped crying when he arrived.
After a little while though, I got more used to it.
We landed in a place where everyone was speaking that language mummy speaks to Pudge and I when we are alone in the mornings.
It was raining quite a lot :-(
We went on a bus and by the time we got to the city it had stopped.
We went to a place where they sold very big ice creams. We saw this nice tower (and a nice man gave me a little silver copy of it just because I was looking cute in the park).
Then we saw some pretty white churches. Mum said she doesn't understand why they have to use such nice buildings for religious purposes! I think she'd like Notre Dame better if they made it a curry restaurant like the church in Glasgow!
I got to taste onion soup and baguette and all the waiters loved me so so much they gave me free biscuits and hugged me.
There was even a wee girl on the metro train who said to her mum a few times Je peux donner un p'tit bisou au bébé? - when her mum ignored her pleas she jumped on me from nowhere and smothered me with kisses... I guess I must be the bébé in question!
It is just a shame the guys were in a different part of France - I think we'd have had fun there together.