Originally uploaded by Lotsie
I'm definitely getting the hang of this words thing - though I am not sure mum is.
Today Auntie Amanda taught me to say 'cat' and 'kitten'. I tried 'Pumpa' too. Mummy is just thrilled now I call her 'Meemee' but yesterday mum kept showing me pictures of grey balls and every time I said 'ball' she said 'no, moon' - It must be a bit confusing for adults sometimes because I could clearly see it was a grey ball.


Mum and I

Anna and I
Originally uploaded by PhylB
She's at it again. She first started it on the 30th of December but fortunately after that I got a bit sick so she let me back in the bed but for some reason she's at it again. On Saturday she didn't let me have any milk during the night and kept putting me back in bed. For nearly 2 hours I had a stand off with her and despite getting up 2 or 3 times every minute she kept lying me back down again. I tried it again last night. I got angrier and angrier with her but I think she's maybe getting angry back - she called me some rather strange names last night... At first her and daddy were nice to me at 3am, and even at 4am but by 6am daddy was muttering something about work from under the duvet while mummy was getting up every minute, practically throwing me back under my blankets and shouting something that sounded like Muck's sake Anna! I wonder what that means?

Mummy and Daddy

Thomas Anna and I at lunch
Originally uploaded by PhylB
Parents are a bit weird I think. They are so easily amused. Today I picked up a picture book. I leafed through the pages. I came to a teddy bear, so of course I said teddy. They ran about the room clapping as if I had said something mind-blowing. Then I saw a doll. I couldn't remember what that was called so I pointed at that and asked girl? Again they started bouncing about as if I was reciting Einstein's theory of relativity. By the time I'd mentioned my shoes and said bye, bye as Charlotte went off to bed they had practically entered me for a Nobel prize. It's really quite simple this talking lark, isn't it?


No more juggling please!

Baby jugglingOriginally uploaded by PhylB
When I was wee (6 months ago) Daddy used to make me stand on his hand and it was great fun. I would stand there balancing for minutes on end laughing. Then something happened... I discovered fear. Now whenever Daddy tries to juggle me, I collapse my legs, cling onto him and look accusingly into his eyes in the hope it puts him off. It is just tooooo scary!


Clever me

Cleverer me
Originally uploaded by PhylB
I'm feeling very pleased with myself today. Yesterday mum was upstairs hoovering and I was downstairs. It suddenly occurred to me how you get up that large obstacle between the two floors. Now I'm going to have fuuuuuun!


Eating grapes

Eating grapes
Originally uploaded by viralbus
Mum and dad have been buying a lot of these big, round, green things. It is fun to try to see how many you can fit in your mouth at once and still chew!