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!

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat...

Mum hauled me along to the Baby Clinic this morning. I didn't want to go - I wanted to stay in as it was soooo crispy cold outside, even though Mum bundles layers onto me.

The Baby Clinic had been relocated at Furzefield Leisure Centre, a swimming pool complex on the edge of town. Three weeks ago there was a virus outbreak at the community hospital where we normally go, so they've shut that down temporarily. They had much smaller scales in this makeshift clinic but Mum plonked me on anyway. I weighed 15 lbs 10 oz. Mum had been hoping that I would have reached the 16 lb mark, but I guess I've been puking a lot and using the rest of the energy in kicking around.

As we were halfway in that direction already, Mum suggested that we go to London Colney, a hypermarket complex ten minutes away, to complete our Christmas/Hanukkah shopping. We got a few more presents. I had a good ol' nose-around, as I normally do.

I can more or less sit up on my own for a couple of minutes now without toppling! Here I am on my playmat. That's Criminal Bird flying in on the left.

Pukey Guts

Oh dear. Mama got me weighed this morning and I was 14 lbs 14 oz. All bets had me well over 15 lbs so that was a bit of a disappointing result. Mum reckons it's 'cos of all the puking I've done recently. Last night I puked up my entire feed and filled two nappies in quick, smelly succession. The health visitor at the clinic thought it might be teething trouble too (the slow weight gain, I mean, not the mega-pooing).

I had a nice weekend though. Auntie Julie looked after me on Saturday whilst Mum and Dad had a dancing lesson, then on Sunday we went back to the flat in Croydon for a couple of days. Yesterday I saw Auntie Jenny and tired her out by being hyperactive at her. Excellent.

At Weight Watchers again

Mum and Zaida took me to the clinic to be weighed again today. Mum was still feeling a bit wobbly, so Zaida drove. I weighed 12 lb 11 oz (5.76 kg) which makes me a heffalump. All my family have now had back problems from lugging me around. Cool.

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?

Weighting game

Another week gone, another measurement taken. I've hit 4kg, which is about 8lb 13oz. I've got this weight thing figured out now - all I need to do is feed continuously and I gain loads of weight! How simple!