First words!

Hold on, can't really stop to chat, just busy busy busy today, raiding cupboards... you know what it's like.

Yeah. Rushing round today doing stuff. People to see, places to go, things to wreck, noses to be pulled.

Mum and Dad had their old friend PaulM round to visit. They knew him from...oh, some time last century, probably. He now lives near San Francisco with his girlfriend Rashmi. I met her too and she was lovely and said I was cute, so I like her lots. Uncle PaulM works for Google and I told him about the time I searched for "11111111111111tlk;o99pppppppppp[[[[[[." He said, yes, a large proportion of the queries Google gets are indeed navigational ones, and yes, he knows of the man who does the drawings on the Google logo on the front page.

We all went out to lunch, except I'm so cross because I fell asleep and missed most of it. Mum and Dad were also scatterbrained enough to forget the camera...durrrr.... so unless Paul and Rashmi are reading this blog and e-mail a pic I can post up, my fans will just have to imagine it.

Afterwards Great Auntie Natalie and Great Uncle Brad dropped by with a birthday present. I don't get this birthday thing - I thought it was a one off event, but apparently then you keep getting presents, like, all year - cool!

It's another ride-on truck toy, with silly noises that make my family want to shoot it - or themselves, actually, whichever will cut the noises first. But I quite like it. Mum's set the volume to "low" and then Dad turned it off.

Anyway, I was larking around later this evening, avoiding going to bed as usual, and in the midst of all the excitement I toddled over to Dad and said, "Dad-DY!" twice. I don't know what came over me. I got lots of applause, I think because I managed two syllables.

Eyeball Joel

Wasn't feeling great today - Boobie thinks I might be coming down with another teething cold. So I was tetchy with Mummy and tetchy with Boobie and tetchy with everyone. The only thing that cheers me up is exploring the contents of the fridge.

Mummy forced some Calpol (baby paracetamol dissolved in an artificial strawberry-pink goo) down my throat, when I was at my tetchiest. Most of it went into my eye because I clammed my mouth shut even though I was upset. Dad commented that through the eyeballs was probably the fastest way for the paracetamol to get to my bloodstream anyway.

Expedition

Wow! I am SO good at walking now. Today I walked all the way from Boobie and Zaida's house to the Wreck (the bungalow that Mum and Dad are renovating that's going to be our new home)! Dad says grown ups take about five minutes to walk it: yeah, yeah, brag, brag, wha'eVER, Dad. I did it in about fifteen minutes. Going out of the door and down the driveway was the most exciting thing ever. Did I mention, I was so excited?! Here I am holding Auntie Julie's hand on the right and Mummy's hand on the left:

Climbing the Greasy Pole

No, this isn't a reference to clambering over any particular unwashed Eastern Europeans, it's just me posing by the washing line in the garden.

I am aware that I look Hot.

Except for these elephantine knees. Dammit.

Splashy splashy

Went swimming today with Mummy and Auntie Julie, in the local swimming pool.

I stayed in the water for ages: about an hour. I put my face in several times by accident and was shocked to find that the water actually wetted my face. Weird stuff, water.

Mum was relieved that I didn't poo, like the last time I went swimming.

Labelled - The Story Continues

I was further labelled at Nursery today, as A Boy Who Picks Up His Teatime Plate And Tips Everything Off It.

Flying visit

Uncle ChrisM popped by to see Mummy and me today, in a flying tour of London in between picking up a dinner jacket that had wandered off on its own accord, and supporting a friend who was going to swim the Channel. These busy people.

The last time that Uncle ChrisM saw me, I was pretty small. I think I impressed him with my Charlie Chaplin walking impression. Well, as far as the Ministry of Silly Walks is concerned, that's the only walk I do. You try walking with chubby knees and a wide nappy between your legs. Oh, and, Mum adds, slightly wobbly but very succulent thighs.