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...?

I've learned a lot in my 4 months

Well, I know it's hard to believe, but I've been around for a third of a year already tomorrow. How time flies when you're busy growing eyelashes and learning vowel sounds. I don't know how I pack it all in the days, I really don't.

This picture is me being held a gunpoint by mummy for my giraffe. As you can see, I gave her my best Paddington hard stare, but you know what she's like when it comes to glumphies. Sheesh.

Oh, and thank you Auntie Deb and Unkie Seany for the PJs (John Lewis's - how posh). I love them, especially the bear and the moose.



I've managed to find loads more girlfriends this month. They all fall for the blue eyes and the cute hair - and what's a guy to do but accept their attentions. I find that all I have to do is give a wee smile they go all wishy washy. Yes, like that smile just there - I mean, how could they say no to a cheeky grin like that?

Mummy mutters stuff about keeping me locked up when I'm a teenager - I don't know what that means but it doesn't sound good.




Mummy is all mended now, with no remaining ailments. It's just as well really - I was starting to feel guilty. Well, not really, cos she assures me that she'd happily do it all again so it can't have been that bad, can it? Now she's up and running again she's rejoined the gym and started back with her personal trainer. As a result of this, she's started dressing me as Rocky (middle pic, above) or in soccer themes bibs (thanks Grandma Beryl and Grampy Arfur) so we can look sporty together. I humour her by waving my legs on the jungle gym and showing off my incredible balancing skills when she tries to get me to stand up. I tell, you, it's like Cirque du Soleile here some days.

Other exciting news is that mummy and daddy are planning to go and live back in the UK for a few months either next year or the year after so I can play with my cousins and get lots of cuddles from Aunties, Uncles, Grannies and Grampies. That sounds like an excellent plan to me, not least of all because I'll be on solids by then and I might be able to have a suck on a Jaffa Cake. Oh the joys that life has ahead for me... I can hardly wait.