HELLO!!! I am now 10 weeks old - into double figures - and I've done LOADS in the last few weeks!
At 6 weeks, Mummy took me for my first doctor's appointment; I weighed 10lb 9oz (putting on 1/2lb per week!) and was 57cm tall, which Mummy was shocked to realise was more than a third her height already...
That week, I also had my first visit to the pub (The Albion) for Mummy's friend Rumb's birthday. I behaved like a proper bloke, downing bottles (um...of milk), checking out the ladies (well, having them coo over me) and going to the bar to get a round in (er, fine, Daddy carried me there, but I carried the bar tab card tucked into the back of my trousers, ok?). I was even sick later, like a proper big boy :)
Daddy said I was a "chic magnate". I *think* that's how it's spelled anyway...
The next day I met up with Unca A again. He cuddled me lots and bought me a great jumper with a hamster face on it. Can't wait to wear it this winter!
I also had another visit from Auntie P looking very glam in her work clothes especially compared to Mummy (she's always covered in sick!) and Mummy's friends, Nilam, GiGi and Daddy's friend Lisa popped over for coo-time this month too.
All the ladies in the house...!
At 8 weeks Mummy had to take me to the docs again for my first jabs. I think she was dreading them more than me, but she took the advice of another mum and gave me a dose of Calpol beforehand. I cried when I had the jabs but was asleep in her arms as she carried me out of the surgery. C to the A to the L to the POL! Yaaaaay!
Well, Calpol was possibly the only thing worth cheering for that week. I wore my 'Go England!' top (from Daddy, bien sur) and shorts for the first England match of the World Cup 2010. We met up with the NCT lot for pre-match drinks at another pub! (I am quite the big man, eh?). Daddy came away saying the dads were cooing over my Stokke pushchair - well, you know what us blokes are like with our wheels...
Marta, our NCT tutor was there too, meeting all the babies for the first time: me, my man Theodore ("Thor"/"T-Dog") and our ladies Sophia, Elin and Rose (Rose & I flirted the week before after Mummy spotted her checking out my stripey trousers. Her Mummy, Jen, got it on camera, but Rose's dad said no boys are coming near her till she's 30. Oh yeah, buddy? Watch me!). Anyway, Marta cuddled me for ages, fed me my bottle and I *think* fell in love with me a little bit as she didn't really want to hand me back, but then some of my buddies woke up so she had to cuddle them too!
We went on to watch the match at Daddy's friend Steve's house. That's the holy footy trinity above: me and Daddy and beer. Although as you can see from my face, we played a shocker!
At time of writing, I'm feeling a bit bad as I didn't wear it today for England v Germany which we watched at hers after Auntie P's birthday lunch (at the Albion again - I'm quite the regular!), and now look what's happened! Mummy said to Daddy to cheer up as England were never going to win the World Cup with that team anyway, and it was just putting us out of our misery quicker, but funnily enough that didn't go down to well with him. Women!
Next day was Roo's Holy Communion in Eastbourne. We took a trip down there for the day - it was a gorgeous day, I really didn't fancy spending it in a church. So I decided to kick off as soon as Mummy and Daddy took their pew; Daddy had to take me out, leaving Mummy on her own for the whole service - ha!
When it was over, Mummy found Daddy waiting outside with me snoozing peacefully in my car seat, so when Mummy's other friends Chris, Kate and 'Lainey saw me for the first time they all said how angelic I was ... ; p
More tactical crying: the following week, PK and Col came over with their baby. Noah and I decided to cry as everyone sat down for dinner: it was our master plan to get to watch a bit of the footy. Of course, our dads had to help us with our bottles, leaving Mummy and PK to share a bottle of plonk and have a natter over dinner. Everyone a winner then!
That reminds me, here's a funny pic from when we went to Auntie PK's the other day... I'm eyeing up Daddy's beer!
Mummy's friend from America, Auntie Kristen came to stay. I like her. She's veeery pretty and bought me some really cool clothes (a Small Paul T-shirt with the monkey in an Uncle Sam hat, another t-shirt with guitars on and some shorts) and works with kids, so I really enjoyed spending time with her, smiling a lot. I've learned how to smile back now, which pleases everyone no end, so I think I'll keep that up! Mummy and Kristen went for lunch and to "bring back Argentine memories", Mummy suggested sharing a bottle of wine! She'd got a bottle of milk already for me, so I didn't get the benefit though. Hmph.
Apart from smiling and 'talking', I've also learned to punch and kick my baby gym toys, check myself out for ages in the mirror (Mummy reckons a sign of things to come), wipe my own mouth (kind of by accident, but still, it impresses grown-ups), I've enjoyed watching Glastonbury on the telly (especially La Roux, for some reason) and just this week I've started playing with the 'Talking Carl' app on Mummy's iPhone!!! Carl makes funny noises when I hit or touch him on screen. So much fun! http://is.gd/d52je .
Daddy says I just really need an iPad now...
Talking of Daddy, it was his first Father's Day last weekend. Mummy had gone down with Grandma and Grandpa B to their holiday home in Lymington (a great view - we could see the Isle of Wight ferries coming and going all day!) the night before and Daddy came down to join us the next day (Sunday) for lunch.
As he was waking up without us I got Mummy to send him this picture of me doing Tummy Time (time spent on my tummy, to help me learn to crawl - duh!)...
When he got here, Mummy gave him my card (it said "even though my daddy burps & makes funny smells i love him") and an "I 'heart' Dad" t-shirt. It's a bit on the big side, but I reckon I'll still love my Daddy when I grow into it :)
See how I am already a master of getting Mummy to buy a present for the other person that really is for me?! Watch and learn, Daddy, watch and learn...
Anyway, Mummy has discovered that if she dresses me in clothes a bit too big for me, I look (as Auntie Kristen would say) 'super-cute' and just like a bad-boy rapper, so this is the look I'll be channelling this season...(perhaps not with the Daddy T-shirt, that's not very 'bad-boy' is it?!).
She's also bought me a camouflage bandana and Baby Banz sunglasses as well as some cool socks that look like trainers - and my first GIG tickets to Ben & Jerry's Sundae festival in July!
I also did my first trips on the buses and tube, first in my Baby Bjorn sling and then with my buggy. The buggy trips were with Auntie P, to - as my Mummy calls it -"Westsiiiiide" shopping centre. I wore my oversized 'rapper' outfit again on request from Auntie P when she saw it on Facebook. We didn't buy much, but had lunch at Balans (several ladies stopped to coo at me, comment on my hair and one even asked if she could steal me - no!) and Auntie P enjoyed pushing me round pretending to be my Mummy.
So in the last few weeks I've started to do some very grown-up things: gone to the pub (3 times!), watch England get a battering (I'm not counting), use public transport, get into festivals, flirt with ladies, hang out at a shopping mall and dress like a rapper.
The only thing I don't seem to like doing is going to bed in the evening, which is causing all manner of tantrums and frazzled parents at the mo (although I DID sleep through the night last night for the first time after a BBQ at our neighbours Auntie Clare & Unca Iain's).
Mummy reckons I'm just like my parents; a bit of a night owl and party-animal in the making.
You know what? She might just be right...
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