Right – so first off an apology. Daddy’s got a new computer and it took me a while to hack around his pasword (should have guessed it was a simple combination of Mummy’s name, my birthday and a random 30 character string – obvious really 🙂 ). Oh and the fact that I couldn’t reach the keyboard from my BumBo.
Quite a lot has happened in the last 3 months – in fact it’s all been a bit of a blur. Some of the big events for me were:
- Meeting the Relatives for the first time
My first exposure to my new family happened in April. Talk about overwhelming. I went from having a family of 2 (Mummy and Daddy) to a family of more than I’ve got fingers to count on. Good news was that they all seemed very lovely as I got lots of cuddles, plenty of feeds and was almost blinded by the camera flashes. A good day all in.
- Josh’s Birthday Party
Another first – my first “first birthday” party. Cousin Josh (who’s crown I’ve stolen as the newest Holdsworth – I’m the king of the castle etc) turned one and very kindly invited me to his birthday party. We had a good chat (well more gurgle really) about things and he told me that getting to the advanced old age of one wasn’t much of problem. You still have to wear nappies, you get the freedom of the garden (think I need to learn to walk first) and you get presents and cake. Cake sounds lovely but I don’t have any teeth yet so only good as a dribble producer.
- Activities with Mummy
Gosh, Mummy keeps me busy. I meet up with all my pals at least three times a week. I do:
- “Swimming” – seems like a dip in a big, slightly cold bath. Must be the cold, but without meaning to I’ve had a couple of tinkles in my nappy. Mummy seemed not to notice – phew :).
- “Pushy Mums” or as I like to call it – snooze around a sports field in the sun. Mummy seems to go a bit mad during this as she’s leaping around, doing lunges and getting very red in the face.Seems like hard work to me. All I have to do is sit in the pram and stay awake (no mean feat when it’s warm, your’e all comfortable and your tum is full of milk 🙂 ).
- Gymboree – such fun. All the boys are there!!! There’s lots of toys to play with, Mummy sings (err- more on that later) and I now have a new playmate called Gymbo the Clown at home.
It’s funny how that after all these activities me and the boys seem to end up with all our Mummies in something called a “restaurant”. I’m not entirely sure what happens here, but something called wine is drunk by all the mummies and they all seem to have a good laugh as well. They must all be talking about our Daddies….
- My first trip to the pub
Just thought I’d mention this one as it shows how very mature I am at 5 months. Apparently though I’ll need some form of “ID”? next time I want to go in ( I have no idea what ID is , but it sounds important). I thought I’d got away with it due to my cunning disguise.
- Jabs
What can you say about jabs other than ouch and waaaaa !!!!
- The Christenings
My friend Alfie was christened in a big building called a Church. There was a chap at the front wearing a dress who splashed water over Alfie’s head and then told Alfie that he was called Alfie. Silly man – we already know he’s called Alfie. Mind you Alfie took getting splashed quite well – I’d have probably cried a bit. Alfie who had his party in a pub (wonder if he had this ID thing) and had a lovely cake made by his Daddy.
I also went to Chloe’s christening (she’s the lovely girl from next door). This time it was a woman wearing a collar who splashed water all over Chloe’s head and then told Chloe she was called Chloe (I’m starting to spot a trend here). Chloe didn’t like getting her hair wet (hmmm, wonder if that’s a girl thing as Alfie was ok) and cried a bit. Chloe’s Mummy and Daddy had a party at their house and I got to get my feet wet in this large plastic pond thingy (might have been called a paddling pool – I’m not sure).
- My first cold
I once heard Mummy telling Dad “that he wasn’t going to die, it’s only Manflu”. If Manuflu is worse than the cold I’ve had, I don’t ever want to get it. Everytime I tried to get a decent load of milk, I couldn’t breathe because my nose was so bunged up, so I had to stop. It took an age to finish my breakfast / lunch / tea and then I was never really hungry. Apparently I “dropped off the percentile” according to the health visit lady. I don’t know what the percentile is, but I don’t have any bruises so dropping off it can’t have been that bad.
Right, have to go now as Mummy’s coming to put me in the bouncer (which I absolutely love). See you all soon.