Tuesday 17 March 2009

Sod This Crawling Nonsense, I've Gone Straight For The Walking

That's right everyone, as of this morning I am officially a walker and may even never turn out to be much of a crawler at all in the end. Yes, of course its step-step-lurch-stagger-fall headlong into Mummy's arms but it's undeniably walking, baby!

I went to Monkey Business at Tower Park with Mummy, Dan and Clo-Clo this morning and as it was nearly deserted we had the run of the place. And we did run too, Mummy helped me race after Clo-Clo and Ella, as well as fishing me out of the ball pit when the balls started to get a bit high around me. It's a deep ball pit.

But the great moment was when Dan was holding me and Mummy was calling to me from a few feet away. I wanted to have a cuddle so very very much as she is the cuddliest Mummy in the world, and so in the absence of succeeding with all that crawling malarkey there was just no alternative but to take a few stumbly steps.

The feeling as I finally tipped forward into her arms was wonderful. I did it, I really did it!

Next job, figuring out how to climb out of my cot so I can scream right in Daddy's ear at 3 am.

Friday 6 March 2009

They're Ill, Dave. Everybody's Ill. Everybody's Ill, Dave.

Well, Mummy's on holiday. Of course we're all ill. Daddy's been coughing and sneezing on the couch for four nights so he doesn't disturb me or Mummy, who are spending our nights cuddled up on the bed so I can be propped up and remain reasonably coughing-free. Didn't work all that well last night though, I was mostly up from 2 till 5 am. Coughing. A lot.

Being ill officially sucks.

Tuesday 3 March 2009

The Big 100

Daddy hadn't noticed until tonight, but as I snuggled into him in my nice cosy bedroom as he was getting me off to sleep I pointed out to him that the previous post to this was in fact number 100! Yes, the Lulu Blog, started off as a way of making Mummy smile and to help those long-distance peeps who live in Yorkshire keep up with my comings, goings and doings, has reached a full century.

So here's to my first 100 posts, from the huge to the tiny, the long to the short, the super-cute to the downright weird. Cheers!

Sunday 1 March 2009

Philosophical Conundrums

I have been doing some deep musing lately when sat on Daddy's lap. He saw me staring off at nothing yesterday, idly chewing my finger, and wondered what on earth I could be thinking so heavily about. And I explained that it seems to me that I'm at an age where some conundrums of life, the universe and everything need answering.

So...

Why doesn't Mummy ever, ever finish her morning coffee? She takes it outside with her morning cigarette, and brings it back in again undrunk and leaves it nicely within reach so Daddy always has to throw it away before I can get my little hands on it. But why ritually make it every day if you aren't going to drink it?

Why do the silly 'Friends' in the show about the coffee house seem to do the same things over and over again? I've seen them do the same silly things about six times over now, and they never do anything new.

Why can I stand myself up so easily but the moment I let go I fall down?

Why does Daddy like pretending to be Scottish Dwarves so much?

Why doesn't the thing on Daddy's arm wipe clean when he has a shower? I pawed and rubbed at it (and even tried to bite it once) for ages the other day and couldn't make a dent.

How come when Mummy is so good at persuading customers at work to buy shiny new household appliances, Daddy is so good at saying 'No' to her when she tries to persuade him we need them all in our house?

Why does the washing go upstairs but the washing up stays downstairs?

Answers to these deep, soulsearching questions would be appreciated. Anybody?