Movies

Mum and dad went out to the movies tonight, their first cinematic experience since I was born.
I went to Grandma's place.

She usually has me for daytime meals, and she has a fail safe superfood that always does the trick. Brocolli.

But it didn't work tonight. It may have been thanks to the huge amounts of fruit and veg I had for lunch.

We also had a bit of a panic when we couldn't find the top of my bottle when it was time for warm milk. Fortunately grandma could distract me from the most serious disaster since the last time I missed a bottle of milk, and wall was well by the time mum and dad came to collect me.

Throwing

We had visitors over for dinner tonight.

While mum was getting tea ready I was having a case of my usual 'just-before-dusk-whingy-and-clingy-time'. To keep me entertained, and becasue it's hard work cooknig tea with a baby clinging onto your legs, mum sat me in my high chair and gave me fruit.

Lots of fruit.

Come tea time I wasn't as hungry as I usually am. So we said grace, the adults tucked into their food, and I didn't. I reached into my bowl, grabbed a handfuil of diced veggies, started my 'countdown'. On the count of three the veggies were flung in mum's direction - and into her lap!

There were some muffled laughs, and some stern words. And no more food throwing.

Blowing bubbles

Mum and I had to dash to the shops for a quick trip. To buy me a little present with a gift voucher from my birthday and to Grandma's to borrow a vacuum cleaner.


Being such a short trip, mum didn't bother to pack the nappy bag. She should have.


While we were on the road, mum noticed that instead of drinking the water from my sippy cup I was taking a big mouthful and dribbling it all down my chin.


By the time we got to Grandma's house, my sippy cup was empty and my t-shirt and shorts were soaking wet.


We didn't have any spare clothes and a quick search of Grandma's baby present cupboard (I must take a closer look in there sometime) revealed nothing in my size.


So while I spent the next half an hour playing happily in just my nappy, the rest of my clothes tumbled dry.


Finally, we continued to the shops and the bubble blowing incident had given mum an idea. She decided to buy me some bubbles and a bubble blower so we can blow bubbles together in future...and keep my clothes nice and dry.

False alarm

My beauty spot is not.

Thank goodness dad is not a doctor.

It must have just been a little sore in disguise. In dad's defence it really did look and feel like a mole.

I've still got a mole on my tummy. And a little tiny one on the back of my neck.

But the nose one is gone.

Fruitarian

I love fruit.

It's the best thing in the world.

I think bananas are the best peice of fruit there is. I can even say "narna". But I usue it as a universal term for fruit.

My morning teas usually consist of a few chopped up strawberries, half a kiwi fruit, some banana, and most recently, some grapes.

Beauty spot

I've got a new mole. Right on my nose.


Mum noticed it the other day when she was cleaning some strawberry off my face, and dismissed it as another of my many and varied scratches. But it stuck around and on closer inspection today it was declared a beauty spot.

Back to crawling

The walking didn't stick.

Yes, I know that the grown-ups get all excited when I take a few steps but I wasn't having a bar of walking today. There wasn't much of a chance because, except when I was sleeping, I was sticking very close to mum. If we were sitting, I was holding onto her hair (she says she is seriously thinking of cutting it very short), and I was walking it was with my arms wrapped around mum's leg.

Mum thinks I am finally going through separation anxiety. That's what babies get, usually when they're a bit smaller than me, when they suddenly realise that their mum is a separate person. But I'm not just attached to mum. I don't really mind who I hold onto, just as long as I'm not left alone.