Mum sang me happy half birthday this morning and gave me a bright red sippy cup with blue stripes on the handles. Mum says she has no idea where the last 6 months have gone – but it’s been a life time to me. Even though it’s my half birthday we had to go visit the nurse that put needles in my legs. That wasn’t much fun. But then I spent the afternoon snuggled up with Mum. We had apple, pear and cinnamon puree for dinner (my favourite!) and now I’m watching tv having a nightcap from my new cup. Being a 6 month old is all good.
Archive for June, 2010
I had so much fun at my first swimming lesson this morning. We sang and splashed. Kicked and dived. I swam all the way from the teacher to Papi, and I even swam under water. I’m so tired now I think I need a nap.
I showed this advertisement to Mum today because it was explaining how I can have “a lifetime of guaranteed happiness.” It says, “Laboratory tests have proven that babies who start drinking soda during that early formative period have a much higher chance of gaining acceptance and “fitting in” during those awkward pre-teen and teen years.”
Mum wouldn’t have a bar of it.
I still have no idea what coca cola tastes like.
And from her reaction, I think it’s going to be a very, very long time before I’ll have my first sip.
This imgae has been taken from here.
Mum and I spent the morning in the hotel. I did Mum’s work for her whilst she watched the news about our new Prime Minister. It got me thinking about what policies I’d put in place if I was Prime Minister. I’d make sure all kids have access to computers and give lots of training and support to the teachers who are building our future. Mum and Papi being able to work, but still have lots of time to spend with me. Plenty of funding for parks, cycle ways and walking tracks so we can all enjoy the great outdoors, and free hugs and kisses for everyone.
Tonight when Papi got home from his conference I told him all about the adventures Mum and I had today in the wild, wild west. The horse that we rode into town on, the saloon we had lunch at and the shooting of Buffalo Bill over gambling debts.
Mum decided to strap 8kgs onto her front (that’s where I come in) and went down and up and down and up Jacob’s ladder. Apparently for fun. Do you think this kind of behaviour is hereditary?