Post!

Had some exciting post this week, first Daddy finally picked up my High Chair and then another of Mummy's friends made us a custom wet bag with monsters on! If you're really good I may get Mummy to post some pictures.

However, my highchair toy isn't here yet, I'm not at all impressed.

Still no progress on Operation Crawling unless you count me rocking like made then launching myself forwards with great strength until I face-plant.  It's getting really old going backwards all the time, however I like to scare Mummy, if she takes her eye off me for a minute or two through backwards army crawling, turning and rolling I can scale most of the room in length, mwhahahahah.

Still very snotty but quite a happy chappy with it.

So happy I puked.

For some unfathomable reason I woke up earlier then usual this morning and quite excited with it too, so excited infact that I puked all over myself and the bed!  Naughty daddy refused to pick up my high chair from the Royal Mail depo today, I was looking forward to having a sit in it! 

Mummy was going to get me weighed today but I was very very tired so we went for a nap instead, Daddy was all up for it but Mummy thought it would be mean to let me go to sleep only to wake me up and strip me off in a strange place when there was no real need for it.

Mummy is wondering if i'll be as open to eating food as i am to eating everything else as i tried to etat my trousers whilst she was trying to put them on today and then when she took them away I tried to eat her arm that was putting the trousers on instead...when that failed..I tried to eat the strap of my changing bag and i'm currently trying to munch an Iron Maiden video box.

Am going to stop dictating now as i'm on the floor going backwards again and i'm so frustrated i'm going to cry & shout...a lot.

Shopping

It's a good job I adore my big sister.  We had to go out and buy her clothes today because she dared to grow again! because of this we missed Mr Postman delivering my highchair that one of mummy's friends have given me.  I was quite cross at first as Mummy had to wake me up from my sleep to go out but I soon went back to sleep in the cosy sling all snuggled up to her.

Still very snotty but thankfully i'm not very 'ill' with it anymore, says mummy.

Also i'm still going backwards when i'm on the floor, i don't understand it at all.....i'm looking forwards, i'm thinking forwards and yet I'm going backwards...this is making world domination much more difficult then it needs to be and i'm getting very peeved, you may have heard me shout a lot today because of the injustice of this!

Disclaimer

If you agree with CIO/CC and are far removed from Attachment Parenting methods you won't enjoy this blog and I won't enjoy your anti-opinions.  This is a 'fun' blog documenting a personal journey

Kingdom of snot

Snot.  Copious amounts of snot.  Me, my bro and my sis are all full of cold but as i'm nursing all the time i've not got it as bad as them and i'm geting better quicker!  I'm definately a boob dude, much more useful then legs. Still trying to iron out the kinks on this moving buisness...I managed to get halfway across the room today............backwards.

Hello & Welcome

Hello, I'm Dinks...Mr Dinks to you.  I was born in the middle of April 2010 after a very quick labour which really put the shitters up Mum.  I'm gorgeous (even if i do say so myself).  I'm a lucky lil sod as I share a kingsize bed with Mummy (poor old dad is relegated to the sofa) and so far all i've had is boob juice and i'm freakin' thriving on the stuff, seriously you should check out my thighs baby and best of all mum says I can have it as long as I want (though she did mention something about 3 years being a limit).  I have a cool set of wheels that are permanantly parked in the kitchen because seriously...they're just not needed when i can go everywhere cuddled against mum, it's natural.  I'm a happy chappy because mum understands that if I cry it's because I need her so she soothes me, afterall it's her job......she thinks it's pretty cruel to leave a baby to cry and speaking as a baby....i have to agree.  Mum says if she cries really hard it makes her head hurt and her tummy too.   My mum could like totally fill this page on her thoughts on CIO/CC but it's my jounal so i'll just say as a baby i'm glad my mummy is against it. Oh and check out my dimpled butt, I'm owning the fluff man, you should see my fluffy stash, funky cloth nappies all the way.

I'm now rocking the whole rollin' shizzaz, i can totally escape half way across the room doing this as well as turn 360 degrees whilst on my hands and tummy.  Cooh huh?  I've nearly nailed crawling f'real.....but it's so freakin' frustrating when your body doesn't do what you tell it too, so after going backwards for five minutes I tend to shout REALLY loud.  If you live within 300 miles and you randomly get a headache, that's me that is...shouting :)

Mum thinks i'm part goat because I try and chomp everything...changing mats, blankets, people...

Mum is bugging me for the computer now so i'll make this brief, basically in two weeks time i'll be 26 weeks old (6 months) and we're starting on the food! None of that puree schmuree shizzle here, i get to eat what i want, when i want and how much i want......i'll be totally in control, can't wait to paint the kitchen with food, it'll be a blast , so stick around and join us.