Wedding (no, not mine)

Mum and Dad took me to a wedding today. Their friends, Paul and Vesna, got married in Sevenoaks. They looked like this:

It was a bit of a mad panic getting ready to go in time, so I did my bit to help by demanding milk just before we were going to leave. Then we got caught up in traffic and Dad took a really cool route through country roads so we got to the church in time to hear the vows. This meant I didn't have to wait long until lots of people started cooing over me.

While the wedding pictures were being done, I learnt how to play snooker:

Dad says it looked more like a cross between British and American pool, but I can tell which game it is just from how the balls taste.

At the reception I met Naomi the Mallababy. She's a month older than me, but Mum says I might be able to dance with her when I'm older despite the age gap. We certainly got on well, since we both love putting things in our mouths:

Naomi's great. She doesn't crawl yet like I do but she flaps her arms a lot and talks loads. I couldn't get a word in edgeways, although to be honest I wasn't trying very hard.

After all that playing I needed a nap, so I got Dad to run up and down the hotel's corridors with me in the buggy until I drifted off to sleep. I woke up in time to hear the speeches and decided to add some comments of my own. Dad didn't want me to upstage the happy couple though, so he took me outside just as I was getting going. Humph.

Mum finally taught me how to dance after supper. I've been waiting months to be able to shake my stuff on the floor (generally I've been preparing by throwing my stuff on the floor, but that's not the same) and I had a great time. Mum also danced with Dad a bit too, when I went back to sleep.

What a fun time! Mum and dad took lots and lots of pictures so check out the gallery too.

Progress Reports

Once in a blue moon, Mum sits me down with the Bears on the sofa and starts clicking away on the camera, gesticulating and making exaggerated faces in the vain attempt of making me smile. She sticks this sign above my head which probably says, "Warning! May Contain Biohazardous Material and May Move Quickly and Without Warning", like this:

...and sits me next to Strauss the All-American Bear. Hi Strauss. I see you've been labelled with this sign as well.

Sometimes I get sat with Usky and Leone as well.

What a mean gang we are, though!

Budding Jules Holland

I've been let loose to tinker on the piano. This afternoon I was playing selected notes from George Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. When you're as good as me you play what Mum calls "accidental music" - mainly playing on the black notes.

I'm just pleased to see you

Mum and Dad came in to check on me in bed. Then they creased up with laughter. Don't know why.

Mum asked me what I'd been dreaming about. Just playing with the stackable cups, I think.

They pulled the covers back and found that I'd just got my leg stuck in the wrong part of my pajamas:

So the only thing I don't know is: what did they think it was?

Another Dexter

Just when Mum and Dad thought Dexter was an unusual and quite uncommon name, Boobie reported that Dad's cousins have got a new King Charles spaniel puppy, and they've named him - guess what? - Dexter. Not after my fine friend at the NCT Mother and Baby Group though. No relation. Apparently the cousins' long-suffering cat, Fudge, has sloped off, singularly unimpressed with this new scrambling, yapping, slightly uncoordinated eight-week-old addition to the family and has taken to Hiding Upstairs Where It's Quieter.

So this afternoon, we all went round to my Great Uncle Howard and Great Aunty Karen's house, and saw cousins Maddy, Abby and Elly. Life and soul of the party that I am, I regaled everyone with my interesting narratives of Dah-Dah-Day and Yay-Dah-Dah-Day-Dee. Hah. I have a far superior ability to hold an audience than that puppy.

Actually, Dexter the puppy was quite cute, not as much as me, of course, but I was mildly interested in him and vice versa. Actually, I was eyeing up his training crate (basically a giant cage) and Dad said that if I were good he'd get me one. With lid, small lockable door and all the squeaky toys.

First tooth!

Ooooh - there's something small and white and scratchy-sharp on my lower gum line, right at the front - my first tooth has popped out! Boobie discovered it tonight whilst we were playing "walk round the living room". Everybody is very excited, but that's what's been hurting all over my head and makes me feel weird and a bit horrid.

Relaxing

Drove down to Lymington (near the Isle of Wight ferry port) yesterday with Mum and Aunty Jenny. Aunty Jenny said she wanted a couple of days break from Uncle Tim going on about nanorobots in hyperspace. So we are at a posh hotel with a spa, and Mummy and Aunty Jenny have been getting massages and facials. In fact Mum and Aunty Jenny have been so blissed out they didn't bat an eyelid when I puked several times over various patches of patterned hotel carpet.

I've been having fun in the hotel pool, though. It's my first time swimming! Mum bought me these special swim nappies and a giant inflatable rubber ring thingy that I sit in.

The only thing was, I was enjoying myself in the pool so much that when Mum lifted me out of the pool, she noticed a telltale brown stain leaking from my nappy onto my towel, and then onto hers. Mum and Aunty Jenny looked at each other in horror and then quickly, and automatically, scanned the pool, for, er, debris. I was whipped ever-so-sharpish into the changing rooms. Afterwards, Aunty Jenny said with a shrug that pensioners ply the lanes all the time, so if I had left anything in there it would have been picked up. Phew.

.....Go!!!

Hooray! I managed a few, tentative steps of crawling today! Boobie was really egging me to get moving. Dad, however, looked utterly terrified, and Mum looked a mixture of pleased and incredibly worried. I don't care. This is the beginning of my Ralph Fiennes explorer adventures!

Ash-par-a-gush

Jussht to, *munch*, *chew*, shay...

...*slobber* that I am loving...

...thish ash-pa-ra-gush shtuff *munch*,*dribble*,*chew*...

...that Mummy shteamsh up and then I get to play with it and get it all over my handsh.

Mothers' Day

I got Mum a card and pressie for Mothers' Day (with a little help from Boobie and Dad). My present was a silver photo frame... to put a picture of me in it, of course!

Oh, by the way, that bruise on the right side of my forehead is... er... well, I was climbing out of the bath on Friday (yes, by myself, have you got a problem with that?)... and Zaida was holding the bath and not expecting me to get out, so I hit my head on the kitchen floor. Owwww, it really hurt. Woopsie.