Holiday in Cornwall

Just got back from a week's holiday in Mevagissey, on the southern Cornish coast. We stayed in a B&B right in the middle of nowhere. It was connected with wi-fi but Dad thought it was a bit pricey and he was too tight to pay the surcharge. I did go "waaaaaah" very loudly, but I lost that one, so I've had to tag along without being able to blog every day.

Never mind. I've pooled all the holiday snaps into one post. Too many holiday pics are dull anyway.

This is Dad and me as we are about to head down into the Eden Project. You can see the giant biomes in the background. They look like the clusters of bubbles you might see round my mouth when I dribble.


Here I am having some lunch at the Lost Gardens of Heligan, a Victorian garden restoration project.


You can see Dad, Zaida and Boobie here marvelling at the giant rhubarb growing in the jungle swamp at Heligan. I was fast asleep though.


Boobie bought this absolutely ridiculous teddy bear suit for me to wear. Not only was it way too big, it was also really embarrassing!

ASBO number one, here I come

Yo. Mum bought me my first hoody. Chavtastic!

Attention span of a gnat

Uncle Daniel and Auntie Julie came round in the evening for dinner. After dinner Uncle Daniel attempted to hold me for the first time so I was deliberately wriggly. He started telling me about the different Starship Enterprises in Star Trek, but, yawn, it was, yawn, so diffi-yawn-cult to stay.... zzzzzz......

Pub Grub

Mum and Dad took me back to Croydon this weekend and I'm now getting a bit more used to the place. I sleep a little better now that I'm more comfortable there and I've realised that the walls are quite nice and blank if you ignore the fact that the wallpaper is somewhat textured. Plus, I love what Dad's done by not fully painting the tops and bottoms of the living room walls! Lilac and light yellow mix so well...

Auntie Jenny and Uncle Tim came round today and they thought I was looking much bigger. Thanks guys! I've been feeding myself up recently and I'm glad it shows. We went to a pub, that used to be an oast house, for some nice food. Well, I stayed with the tried and tested Mummy's Milk but the others said they enjoyed it. Here's Jenny and Tim in the pub:



Why are they smiling so much? Because they've just got engaged and Uncle Tim bought Auntie Jenny a huge ring! Auntie Jenny showed it to Mum and Dad who were very impressed and delighted for them.

Now I don't want to brag, but I think I showed Auntie Jenny something even more exciting than her ring:



Have you guessed what it is? Regular blog readers may have some idea... Yes, it's a ceiling! But not just any ceiling. As a connoisseur of these things I can tell you that this one is a fine example:



Almost too much excitement for one day!

Lovely Hampstead

I met up with Dana again today. I'm definitely bigger than her now (although she's a tall lady!), but that's 'cos the girl is so chatty! She chats when she has her nappy changed, and she chats when she's feeding. It's like pigeons on Old MacDonald's Farm! - coo, coo here and a coo, coo there. Bloomin' girls. Me, I'm focused when I have milk. I latch on and then I can suckle for at least twenty minutes. Call it unable to multi-task if you want - Mum does. I don't care. Mum says that girls go to the loo in groups and chat throughout. Why wouldn't you just go and do your business and concentrate like guys? Mind you, splatting Daddy is even better fun. That's just target practice.

Oh, yeah, Dana's dad got the photos from the last play date transferred now. This is a really good one of us, when she decided she didn't mind linking arms with me, rather than elbowing me for being crass. Sigh. Hey - I look like a real gent escorting milady fair though, don't I?

Mum and Dana's Mum Galit walked us over to Hampstead. They had lunch there, but Dana and I had milk in the park. Milk's good anywhere, but it was particularly nice there with the charming company.

10 out of 10!

Coming up to 10 weeks this weekend, and at the baby clinic this morning I weighed 10 lbs 10 oz! (4.84 kg, but that doesn't sound so neat.)

In the afternoon Zaida showed Mum and me the park in Potters Bar where Dad and Auntie Julie played as kids. Well, the kids that I saw there were really tall so they must be ancient. The midwife this morning measured me and I am 1 foot 10 inches long (55.5 cm). Those kids were... oooh, I'd say nearly three feet tall. And I still don't believe Dad was ever a kid. As for Auntie Julie, well, she's a teacher, and all teachers sleep in the classroom stationery cupboard at night, don't they?

Bathtime literature

To relax, I like bringing a book into the bath with me. My latest heavyweight tome is Spot's Bath. It's illustrated, of course, but that's by-the-by; the text is astonishingly refreshing.

For those who are wondering: yes, at the moment the parents are bathing me in a washing up bowl from Wilkinson's. Boobie says it's too small now though, so they're going to buy me a proper baby bath. Finally. You need to raise a hell of a racket around here to get anything done. Gah.

Great Uncle Howard's no longer plastered!

Great Uncle Howard and second cousin Maddy came over to see me today, and brought me a little pressie from Italy! Great Uncle Howard's rather relieved as they've taken the huge heavy plaster off his leg now. If he still looks plastered in the photo below, well, that's a different story...

My friend Strauss

... And this is one of my other pals: Strauss the Bear, who came from Macy's in New York. Boobie bought him for me. I love Strauss.

Partner in crime

I think you've seen a picture of me with my pal Leone before, but here are a few good ones that Mum took this weekend, so I thought I'd share them with you. Leone is always popping up in unexpected places. He sometimes gets under Mum's feet more than Dad.