So it's been a while since my mum has put finger to keyboard on my behalf ("sorry" says scribe! "to right" says author)
It was my birthday on the 1st November, and I now have 8 teeth, four at the top and four at the bottom. I took 5 steps on the 4th November, which was really cool. Everyone clapped and shouted so much at my fantastic performance that I promptly got the hiccups, which wasn't so cool, I may say!
I have started to speak, which I am quite pleased about, my extensive vocabulary consists of mama, dada, taa and hiya. I can also do a very good impression of daddy on his blackberry, not the typing on the keypad bit, but the casually resting it against my ear and looking deep in conversation with some business contact. Mummy and Naomi laughed at me because it looked so authentic. I'm such a doll.
I wonder whether they will think I get less cute as I grow up. My mummy's got a friend who's parents once said, "you were so cute and beautiful when you were a babe", now does that imply that she is now uncute and ugly as an adult? This is the trauma that we babies face you know, growing up and being one of the average uncute crowd filling up this planet.
I have heard it said that it's something to do with the size of my head in proportion to the rest of my body. So should I pray that I have a massive head when I am a grown up, because in theory that will make me look cute, like kittens with massive heads and ears but miniscule fluffy bodies? I personally don't see the logic in that, but then I can't think in a very logical fashion at this age just yet. If you maybe remind me of this sililokweee (oh she can't spell that one very well can she...) when I am maybe 7 or so then we could both make some more sense of it.
Onto slightly less complex matters, I do like jam on bread, scrambled egg and pear chunks. What is it with pear though, it's just so yummy, but a tad slippery, and sometimes when I'm not quite my normal cheery self it can annoy the nappy off me to have it slip out of my mittens and into my bib before it's even reached my mouth. Does anyone out there in my age bracket have the same hassle. Agravating isn't it?
Time to sign off now, mummy needs her beauty sleep, far more than me I may add, she's getting over tonsilitis and feeling a tad groucho marx on us all.
Love you all my adoring fans and family.
Hopey Shmokey (that's the ridiculous nickname that I've been branded with, let's hope it fades into the background before I turn into a hormonal teen)
Ciao babies!
