Hmm should I revive the Monty blog?

I'm thinking a blog is a nicer way of following the antics of Moo than just Facebook photos and phone calls, and so on.  But is anyone still reading?!

He walks, he talks, he's a social whirl

... so much happens in such a short time with children, doesn't it?  One minute he's a blob, the next minute he's pointing out diggers and motorbikes, and helping make cups of tea, and doing all the actions to The Wiggles.  Jeepers!

This is Moo and his friend Caleb at the zoo.  Note the gumboots - essential for a good bit of splashing fun.

Moo and his gorgeous girlfriends, Skye and Jordan.

Another trip to the zoo, this time on a boys' day out with daddy.

Hopefully the next set of pics will be of us all at the beach, as summer seems to be just around the corner :)

I have been nagged...

I have been so incredibly rubbish at updating the blog that I've had emails of complaint - a very poor show indeed.  SOooooo.... I'm going to try to be better.  But I've said that before, so don't hold your breath, is all I can say.

Anyway, here are some pics of Moo to keep you going...

Moo enjoying Wagamama on our 12th annoversary

Monty's First Christmas

OOhh there's Dada looking at me over the balcony


Mr Crocodile comes to live with us

Moo's first Vader
I am an elf

My bestie, Harper, and me enjoy playing with the best present of all - The Box

Slack mama

Oh dear, I've been a bit slack on the blog of late, haven't I?

New Year's Resolution - Get A into G and update the blog at least monthly. Feel free to nag me.

Anyway, although it's hard to believe, the wee man is almost 11 months old, and so it's time to start planning his first birthday party! I swear I only gave birth 5 months ago - I can't believe how fast time has flown by.

Anyway, for anyone free to come, here's the invitation to the party of the year:

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

We had a photoshoot

I think the pics speak for themselves...

A busy two months?

Hello people. Well how slack has my mummy been in keeping the blog updated? I can't begin to imagine what has been keeping her so busy? I mean, sure, we do get up to quite a few adventures, and there has been lots going on around the house, but really, given she manages to play Mafia Wars on facebook every day, she can't really say she hasn't had time... slack bugger.

We've had zillions of trips to the zoo, and I've managed to stay awake for most of them. What I like most at the zoo is pulling up the grass with my hands. And I like the birds. But those monkeys are way too noisy - they woke me up screeching and I almost jumped out of my pram. Cheeky things.

This is me being a crocodile - Amanda and Malakai sent it to me

I have also managed to grow my teeth bigger, although I still only have two. Mummy thinks I look like a little chipmunk now. Daddy keeps checking to see whether the next teef are there, but I haven't decided to grow those ones yet.

We had a fun trip to Wellington and we saw trillions of friends, which was really lovely and made mummy and daddy smile a lot. I wasn't keen on the port-a-cot, but I liked the cable car and the swings a lot.

Me and daddy playing on a cannon up Mt Victoria in Welly

Us playing on the bed in the hotel in Welly

We have had lots of men around the house making noise and banging things. I didn't care - it didn't stop me napping cos I am like mummy and can sleep through anything. When the noisy men had finished, we had a new kitchen and two new bathrooms - they were very clever. It all looks very grand now, but for some reason mummy and daddy still want to move to a new house. They keep saying stuff about dangerous stairs and child-proofing. I don't know what that means but I hope the new house has a garden so I can have a swing and a slide!

Another thing that changed was mummy's car. She kept calling me a hippo just because she's too weedy to get me and my car seat into the back of her two-door car, like that's my fault. Two words mummy - The Gym. Nuff said. Anyway, after all that moaning, she seemed happy enough when she finally spotted the car she wanted and her and daddy got one with a body kit and sexy alloy wheels and two sunroofs (so I have one of my own!), plus the back doors slide open like on a van and they open and shut electrically so I just sit there and it feels like I have a chauffeur who does it all for me. It's fab. Mummy calls the new car Big Flomsk, and she says it's like an A Team van. So much for moaning about her back!

The new car is like this, except it's black

Ooh and it was father's day - so we spoiled daddy, but I refused to say "dada" even though mummy and daddy said it to me alllllll day. What am I, a performing seal!

Me and daddy having breakfast in bed on fathers' day

I had my first sleep-over last weekend while mummy and daddy were off disco dancing with all the other mummies and daddies from the antenatal group. I thought the group was for me and the other babies, but I'm beginning to wonder now. I think they drank lots of Ribena cos they looked a bit funny when they picked me up from Auntie Rachael's, where I'd been pampered and spoiled by everyone and tickled by Spanner the dog. I like Auntie Rachael's cos she tickles me and sings to me and makes me laugh. I think when I can walk I might run away there sometimes to get spoiled!

Me and Auntie Rach up to no good (again)

While all these other exciting things have been going on, I have learned to sit up, to roll, to sing, to raspberry, and to feed myself. And I have graduated to the big boy bath now, too, so I can do lots of splashing. Life is so much fun once you can sit up by yourself.

Me in the little boy bath, before I graduated to the big one

Starting next week I will be having swimming lessons - apparently I will be a Little Limpet. And I star my singing sessions at the local church, which has scared daddy, but mummy assured him we won't be singing hymns. Not that he can talk - he's been known to sing "If I had a hammer" and "Oh Jesus I Have Promised" in the car when he gets giddy. he can be very silly sometimes, my daddy.

Bye for now xxxx
Monty

Noo toof

I woke up this morning with a cold. Mummy says I snored for the first time last night, and somehow she said that with pride. I think it's cos she snores and she just wants more evidence that I'm really hers. She often waves me in the air and shouts "How can you be mine, you handsome boy?" and I just laugh and tell her that I am hers and I love her. I tell her that with my smile.

I smiled when she came to say hello this morning, despite the snotty nose and little cough, and of course that got me some big cuddles. Oh yes, I have definitely worked out how to get cuddles. And mummy let me have a gnish on her finger (a regular game we play), and was busy grinning at me when she suddenly shouted 'Noo toof! Yoo got a toof!'

I don't know what this noo toof is, but man it got her excited. She rushed downstairs to the computer and messaged daddy to tell him, and he came running up and started trying to get me to eat his finger, but I was over the gnishing by then and told them so. So they tried making me smile, and kept saying things about my tongue being in the way, which I thought was quite cheeky as my tongue is just where it's meant to be. They were just starting to look a little bit disheartened, so I flashed then one of my killer smiles, and whaddya know, they started shouting 'Noo toof' again!

They are so odd at times.

Big Boy Food

The not so subtle hints I've been giving mummy and daddy about wanting some curry have had some success, albeit a bit limited. Tonight they gave me a few blobs of baby rice... not a lentil or spice in sight, though. It tasted okay - much the same as my milk but less runny.

I didn't mind it but I wasn't enthralled, I have to say. Mummy and daddy were just impressed that (a) I ate it and (b) I didn't throw it straight back up, cos I spend all day yacking my milk up so it was mildly amazing that the rice stayed down.

So now I've shown I can do big boy food, I wonder how long I have to wait for the good stuff...?