I Popped One!

And no, I meant a tooth, not one of the other things that seem to come out of my bottom at inconvenient times. Yes, as of three days ago Daddy noticed that the traditional gumming ritual felt a bit different, and sure enough there is a little white fang to be seen. It's only tidgy do far, but it is literally pushing out further every day. However this does mean that the Bonjela is being deployed more frequently than usual, and dribble levels are reaching flash flood proportions.

Mummy says I should probably wear a bib all day for the moment. Daddy says what the hell, just tie a small bucket around my neck and that way I've always got something to drink.

Now there's a real actual toothy in there Daddy has to be very careful that I don't actually bite down with the right tool for the job instead of just licking at the Bonjela-covered finger a lot. But I got him once already, hehehehe. You wait, Mummy and Daddy are so used to me grabbing the nearest available limb and slobbering all over it that they will keep forgetting that we've moved into new territory for a while. And I can giggle at way they keep crying 'owwwwwwww' every time I get them.

Ah, the parents of the baby, what sweet music they make...

I Was Ill But I'm Feeling Much Better Noooooooooowwwwwwwwww...

Seriously full moon tonight when Daddy and I went for our nightly jaunt in the back garden. No other garden gets moons like this one, I am so lucky!

I don't quite follow the post title though, I think it's Daddy's little joke.

In other news, my sicky-then-not-sicky-anymore sister has caught my icky cold so is therefore sicky again. She is not having a good time of it right now, bless her.

I'm feeling much better though. Mummy will put me to bed in my cot without the bouncer to prop me up tonight as my little nosey has mostly cleared over the course of last night and today.

Mummy and Daddy took me shopping in Tesco today. Much cooing was had, and we kept bumping into other Mummies that Mummy and Daddy know. One lady that Daddy knew from when he was studying to look after other little kiddywids like me didn't know that Mummy even had a baby in her tummy because he hadn't seen her for ages, and she was really pleased to meet me because I rock, so there!

I rode in the trolley seat in Tesco, it is really good fun. I got a big bottle of juice to chew on and noshed the cap for ages before giving it up as a bad job. Nowhere near as nutritious as milk or Daddy's hand (which I love trying to chew on when sits me on his lap to burp me) but I still howled when Mummy took it off me to give to the lady on the checkout.

I had another mega-kip on Mummy today. I had a feed just before 3 and then Daddy got me to sleep and then handed me over to Mummy so I could try and break yesterday's record nap. I think I did it, too. I've just got oodles and oodles of sleep to catch up on so I'm trying as hard as I can to sleep.

Anyway, Daddy said this would only be a quick post because he is very tired, so night night and sleep tight everyone.

Daddy Broke The Puter & Other Stories

Silly daddy. He was cleaning the nasty dust off the vents in the puter and he thinks maybe its his magnetic personality that has stopped a bit of it from working. He is understandably miffed off about this so I've given him four poos and rivers of dribble today to help him feel better.

He has decided that my poos smell like rice pudding that has gone off. As apparently my first solid food is going to be baby rice I'm getting a little nervous about this thought.

Mummy is going to make Daddy watch a chick-flick tonight as punishment for being all annoyed when he broke the puter. I'm not sure what that means but it must be like that film with the piggy in it that we watched yesterday, only with a cute little chick in it.

My big sister went to Marwell Zoo today and brought me back a birdie - a penguin that Daddy wants to call 'Plonker' only Mummy won't let him. Apparently I am supposed to name all my toys myself, so I want to be like Amber and have chainmail teddybears called cool things like Skullsplitter.

In the evening we went to Mudeford Quay again and I went to sleep in my new megacoat. It keeps me toasty warm and Mummy likes it because she can cuddle me afterwards and warm herself up. We saw eighteen swans, but Daddy says one of them was having a Goth day because it swam away from its friends and didn't want to have food fights like the others did.

Daddy says that one year there were proper Black Swans living in the reeds opposite Christchurch Quay. I wonder if they were Goths too?

Tummy Time

Now I have discovered my tummy and all the fun things I can do while lying on it, I want to be on it all the time. Even when Mummy is changing my nappy. This is making Daddy laugh.

When I lie down on my big Eeyore blanky I play with my teething keys which make tinkle tinkle noises, then I roll over on my tummy and try to inhale everything within reach, including my own hands. This means that Mummy and Daddy need to keep moving me about so I'm not lying in a pool of my own dribble. They are very obliging like that.

When I'm on my tummy everything looks closer somehow. But its really difficult to reach stuff because I'm holding myself up by my arms, so I have to Yell to get Mummy and Daddy to bring me things to chew on. This is because I have three - three! - teeth coming.

Poopy teeth. They started coming at nine weeks. Daddy says this is further evidence that I am an alien brought to earth to frustrate his plans to dominate the universe. Or something. What it means is that I have to fight my compulsion to shove my hands in my mouth all the time - I'm not very good at it unfortunately, so Mummy and Daddy have to keep wiping my face and popping my dummy back in after extricating my hands. Sometimes they make a cool 'pop' noise when they come out, it makes Mummy and Daddy laugh.

It is my ambition to be able to do what Nate does and fit my entire fist in my mouth without chundering. After all, everyone should have a hobby.