This month we have been GETTING FIT! Mummy said she is "tired of her jelly", so she's only gone and signed us up to TWO sets of classes a week...
Mondays are now 'Beeez Kneeez' (although Mummy does have to grit her teeth giving her money to anyone who intentionally spells incorrectly), run by Nicky, who is stick thin, has a bottom smaller than mine and sounds quite bossy ("You've got to be STRONG to be a Mummy...!"), but she makes Mummy ache for days after, which is apparently a good thing. In the first class I cried to try and get us out of the session, but Nicky just made us BOTH do the exercises, so Mummy had to do press-ups above me ("KISS the baby!"). Nicky has taken Mummy's measurements too; she is now scared to have a bit of chocolate, so I guess it's working...!
The second class is on a Wednesday, 'BuggyFit', with a lady called Jo. This one Mummy finds a lot more fun, running round the park with a load of other mummies, with us babies in the buggies. I generally have a snooze as I like being rocked during the runs, but if I do wake, it's at least a bit more interesting with the ever-changing views. Mummy's made a new friend at BuggyFit, Solange, who brings along Monty (3 weeks older than me) - they only live round the corner from us, so I've got a new playmate: yay! Jo is a lot more fun, and has organised a big night out for the mummies, so they can undo some of their hard work, which Mummy and Solange are already looking forward to!
Anyway, this blog isn't about Mummy. It's about ME!
I'm not losing any weight from all this exercise; in fact, I'm putting it on and growing even more! This month I got weighed again - 13lb 14oz at 12 weeks, so nearly a STONE - and 61cm long (although Mummy reckons I'm a bit taller and the nurse measured me wrongly). I was also a big brave boy when I got my second set of jabs. (Oh OK, I cried like a girl, but please don't tell anyone, it would ruin my cool dude persona.)
Socials: this month I saw Grandma and Grandad B again when they came to look after me when Mummy and Daddy went to their friends Jane and Tetteh's wedding. I really wanted to go, but Mummy said her too-pricey dress would look better without sick on it. Honestly!
Mummy's old college house-mate J.A. also came to visit from Oz. I LOVED her! We had lots of cuddle time and smiles and she bought me a fab wooden elephant photo frame, which will get pride of place in my room once I move into it.
Mummy and Daddy ordered my new cot-bed for my nursery as I am rapidly growing out of my Bednest in their room, but it arrived broken, so they are waiting for the replacement to arrive. So I get a reprieve for now before I have to sleep on my own! Mummy is, I think, secretly a bit pleased as she'll miss me when I'm gone - she's already feeling bad about cutting down breastfeeding for formula feeds, but it allows her to go out and have a few drinks too, plus I have Daddy's appetite (huge), so she couldn't keep up. But she feels a little sad her baby boy is growing up so quickly and doesn't need her quite as much as he did in those early days...SOPPY MUMMY! :)
Anyway, back to socials: we also spent a weekend at Uncle James and Auntie Colette's house for the World Cup final, where lots of people cooed over me and Daddy got too drunk...although he did manage before then to take some lovely pictures of me and Mummy - here's our favourite :)
In the week, Daddy & I took a road trip to 'Nam.. (er, Chippenham), just us boys, to hang out, drink beer, flirt with chicks, you know...um, well, yeah, we actually visited Granny P, Uncle J and Auntie Jen, OK?!
I also popped in with Mummy to see Auntie Vix where she was working for the day in the local Benefit. I flirted with the girls there and danced to their tunes, downed a bottle, threw up behind the counter...you know how us rock babies are...
The following weekend was JAM-PACKED! Friday, Daddy took a half-day and we went to Uncle Marcus' surprise wedding in Richmond to Shereen - everyone only had a week's notice and the invites were sent out on Facebook! (Marcus, some of you ladies may remember, was Mummy's naked butler at her Mummy Shower before I was borned.) Mummy had to spend a day rushing round like a loon to get me a waistcoat. In the end she found me one in Monsoon, which cost £18 - which she said was ridiculous for a scrap of fabric no bigger than a hanky (whatever that is) that I was only going to wear once and then grow out of. She considered putting it on right at the last minute, taking it off as soon as was possible and then putting the label back on and returning it, but I managed to scupper that plan by sicking up on it within a *nanosecond* of the pareys putting it on me *just* before they walked into the reception room before the service. So now Mummy has decided I am wearing it to EVERY occasion, party or other social gathering, to get her money's worth. (It looks quite rock'n'roll over my jeans and a T-shirt, actually.) It was a cool wedding and I was quite the centre of attention...um...apart from the bride and groom, that is. Here's me and Daddy looking very smart indeed:
And me, looking a bit miffed at the those two naughty people who kept taking attention away from moi!:
Next day, we went to Auntie Chrissie's house party - with my new waistcoat, of course :) She'd bought me a fab wooden xylophone for when I'm a bit older (can't wait to do Mummy and Daddy's heads when I learn to play it LOUDLY) and a wooden rattle, which has already become one of my favourite toys, although it's so cute Mummy said she might borrow it as a bangle. I spent a delightful day and evening being played with by, chatting to - and charming - Auntie C and her mates. I behaved like a proper party-animal - downing a couple of bottles, burping, being a bit sick and falling asleep on the sofa, before ending up passed out in a girl's bedroom upstairs (OK, it was Auntie C's room, but work with me here...). In the end, Mummy carried me home - still asleep - in the sling on the tube. Mummy and Daddy got a few funny looks taking a baby on the tube, late on a Saturday night, but hey, we're "la famille P" and that's just the way we roll!
Sunday, we went to Kew Gardens with Uncle Mike, Auntie Sophia and their daughter Antonia, 8 months. I slept through most of it as it was a very hot day (no waistcoat!), but Mummy showed me round a very interesting exhibition on some macro-photography of the flora and fauna in Kew and we had a GREAT time in the butterfly glasshouses, watching them all flitting about. I thought about catching them, but my hand-eye co-ordination isn't all that yet...
Having said that though, this month, I have discovered my hands (I've spent a lot of time staring at them and bringing them towards, then further away from, my face ve-e-ery slowly); started shoving my fists into my mouth; self-soothing (sucking my thumb instead of my dummy when I am chilling or sleeping) which Mummy finds unfeasably sweet; standing more on my legs (supported - but I prefer standing to lying down ANY day!); recognising and laughing to 'Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes' and 'This Little Piggy'; giggling when Mummy blows raspberries on my tummy; getting into my bed-time routine with Daddy and listening to him read Winnie the Pooh on his iPhone... and sitting in my new Bumbo - a little armchair for babies from Auntie Jen - which has a desk so I look like a tiny newsreader! Mummy put my 'Very Hungry Caterpillar' board-book on there and I started to pat and turn the pages, so I looked like I was reading! Mummy was also amazed when she watched me sleeping one morning and I kept shaking with proper chuckles - she later said I sounded like Muttley out of the Wacky Races (whoever that is)!
I have also started shuffling along the floor on my arms (nearly crawling!) during Tummy Time, and...OMG, started to grab onto and then HOLD MY OWN BOTTLE when feeding, which Mummy got very excited about as she could put the washing on whilst I fed myself! I did drop it a few times, but she was there to help me, and I think we're getting there! I'll be getting the beers in before you know it, but for now I'm sticking to Aptimil Hungry Baby formula :)
I'm very excited as this weekend coming up I'll be going to my first festival at the Ben & Jerry's Sundae on Clapham Common. I've got my special ear-defenders (from Auntie Nicky) which make me look like a baby DJ (I'm sure they'll come in handy as Daddy sings along to Billy Bragg) and of course, I'll be donning my waistcoat again...
Will write about that next time - got to get my beauty-sleep - byeee! xxx
