Mobile

So, despite still being poorly with gammy eyes, i'm still ploughing ahead with World Domination.  I have this thing which Mummy calls a walker, with a nifty noisy bit with buttons on the front and a smart handle that I can pull myself up onto my feet with and then push the thing along.  I've been pottering about with this for a while now but it's a bit hair raising at times when my arms push it further then my feet can keep up with.  Still, like every good super hero I persevered and you should totally look at me now, i'm whizzing! I can cross the entire room easily with it now, I can stop and start mid wandering.  See I told you I was cool.  Won't be long now before I can run around with my big brother and sister, I suppose in the meantime though i'll just have to concentrate on ramming this walker into the backs of their feet if they annoy me too much.  Whaaat?! They started it!

Jingle Bells ;)

Wow, no really WOW. You will never ever in a million years guess what....go on try, have a guess? Not last night but the night before I was told I had to go to sleep like a good boy so a Big Fat Hairy Dude called 'Santa' (an anagram of satan, hello?! warning bells?!) could come into MY house and leave stuff.  Now only grown ups would think this is okay.  Are they crazy?!  Am I the only sane person in this house to worry about this? My big brother and sister were literally 'stupidly' excited about this, it's a good job i'm around to look out for them.

Anyways, turns out he did leave a load of stuff BUT they were all wrapped up in cool bright paper and were presents! For all of us! yes presents! TOYS!  How cool is that?

So, tonight when Mummy and Daddy aren't looking i'm going to try and post the door key through the letter box so anyone else who's passing can come in and leave stuff, nifty plan eh? :) Look who's smiling smugly now Mummy & Daddy!

I stand alone.

I forgot to tell you didn't I? even though I'm poorly I've still mastered (okay okay am mastering then, gee, can't a guy exaggerate on his own blog?) standing and letting go without falling down! Seriously, check this out, Mummy can let go of me and i can stay stood on my own for about 40 seconds solid, how cool is that?!  I'm edging ever closer to World Domination.  I also figured out a while ago too that rather then fall down all the time, I can guess when I'm about to lose balance now and either grab onto something or bend my knees and sit, yes sit! instead of falling down.  Who's the dude?! I'm so the dude.

Poorly sick.

I am poorly.  No, I want more sympathy then that! Let's try this again, I am poorly.  That's better. Thank you.  It's not much fun being 8 months old and poorly y'know.  My eyes are all sticky and gunky and I keep trying to pull my ear off yet that could just be tiredness seeing as I'm not sleeping and since I'm not sleeping I'm certainly not going to let Mummy sleep either, where would be the fun in that?  I'm okay during the day, my eyes are a bit weepy and I'm a bit whinier then usual but I think that's allowed seeing as I'm poorly (can you tell I'm male?) but night times are a whole different ball game and I'm exhausted from spending the majority of it crying.

Mummy and Daddy are torturing me, or attempting to.  They're tag teaming me almost.  One will hold me extra tight and the other will try and get this yucky stuff in my mouth.  Well I say NO. Drugs are bad. I do not like calpol, i do not like ibuprofen (I do not like green eggs & ham) They seem to think offering it via different devices swill somehow make me change my mind, they will not corrupt my stance on this, I have morals and ethics to uphold you know.  First they try this syringe thing, then a spoon, then this weird thing that looks like a rubber nipple that I tried to chew through until I caught the jist of their plans and foiled them...there I was happily trying to wreck it and low and behold I get a sneaky taste of icky stuff.  I'm not having that! So out it came.  Spit spit spittity spit.  Though I must say it wasn't a patch on my dramatics from the evening before , then i really let them have it.  Sometimes you have to pull out all the stops to get Mummy & Daddy to really understand what you don't like, they're a bit slow you see, i think it's their age.  It was then that I wriggled, shrieked, spat anmd then my coup de grace, I puked all over daddy! I think Mummy had a sneaky suspicion about my plans because she conveniently handed me to Daddy whilst insisting she needed a wee.

I thought I'd teach them a lesson, seeing as my antics weren't subtle enough to get them to stop trying to force icky stuff on me so last night I begged for bed, then kept Mummy awake for two hours until I went to sleep which lulled her into a false sense of security so it would have a greater effect when I sprung awake forty minutes later! genius if i do say so myself.  I then continued to wake at ever increasing intervals last night, just to keep Mummy on her toes.  She doesn't get too mad though, I ensure I'm crying when I wake her so she'll give me extra cuddles.  I keep hoping if i stay up long enough she'll put that film on the tv again with the sparkly vampires in it.

My eyes are looking a bit better today, Mummy keeps putting booby milk on them, which I don't like very much because  want to drink it not wear it!

Oh Owie.  I just fell and banged my head on the safety gate......oh the irony.  Not very safe is it?  I'm now going to continue harassing my big brother and sister. 

Making a stand

I've decided that i'm against laying down on my back.  I just don't like it, not at all.  So from now on i'm making a stand, or should I actually say a racket with a lot of wriggling and rolling.  Mummy keeps insisting on  me staying on my back whilst she changes my nappy and I just don't want to.  When will she get that into her silly head?  Could I make it more obvious what with the shouting and screaming and constantly rolling over, grown ups can be so stupid sometimes.  If she was clever at all she'd be able to change my nappy whilst I crawl around the room and play.  Oh and another thing whilst i'm at it.....I wish she'd stop trying to dress me, I don't want to be dressed damnit! Once again mummy, read and learn...me screaming at you lots is a big clue that I don't want you to do it. 

Wow i'm zonked, being a baby is really hard work. 

Hello again world.

Wow, what a difference a couple of months make!  I'm 8 months old now, no seriously, i am..hard to believe I know.  Poor Mummy can't believe how fast I'm growing up. I would have kept you updated but I've been really busy doing lots of new stuff!  Between 6 and 7 months I was rolling both ways, crawling, pulling up to my feet and cruising, yeah baby! How cool am I?  Mummy keeps telling people I'm a 'nutter' as I'm always trying to get ahead of myself and end up constantly banging into things, she said she's asking Father Christmas for a crash helmet for me!  It's not so bad banging my head on stuff all the time though as it means mummy scoops me up and I get instant booby! Result! I've learned a new trick where if I let go half way through a feed I can make it spurt like a fountain...Bonza! It's great being mobile because when I'm messing around on the bed refusing to sleep I can clamber on mummy and help myself to booby now.

My latest trick is making a kissy action and sound, it's so much fun I spent a whole hour practising it in bed last night whilst trying to see if I could get milk out of mummy's tummy if I sucked hard enough whilst hitting her repeatedly with a rubber giraffe.

I still haven't got my own bedtime, I live the life of Riley! I nap for about 2-3 hours everyday with mummy and milk on demand in bed with me and then I have a powernap in my rocker chair at about 8ppm then i play until I demand mummy takes me to bed and stays with me at about 10pm.

I don't get out much really but I'm not faffed by it, though I do have a new lovely sling, it's all snugly inside and soft and it has owls on the outside! I've still never been in my pram which is still in the kitchen annoying daddy lots as when i was still in mummy's tummy mummy made daddy set it up and now it's just taking up room.

I love food and try everything at meal times though I'm never up early enough for breakfast and although i love gumming on food, I also love to spit 99.9% of it out again afterwards.

I still have no peggies....mummy say's I'm taking after my big brother who didn't get any until he was ten months old (and then they came in pairs...eeeeeek!)

I like to trick mummy and daddy and when they're not looking i go into turbo crawl mode and cross the room in the blink of an eye, usually to 'help' them with my nappies by pulling them off the maiden for them.

I can stand now and let go of stuff for a little while before falling over and I can walk a little with my walker, I love to pull up on the sofa, and bounce like a lunatic whilst holding on.

I've still not caught the cat yet but I'll keep trying.

I have no idea what's going on but the lounge is glowing...we have this weird fake tree IN THE HOUSE, what's that about?  It gets even weirder.....it has lights on it and shiny things?!