: : : Here is the news for September : : :

Tuesday 30th September
Sadly I'm still very ill today and I've still got a rash. I've also been making a funny squeaking noise for most of the day which I'm sure ahs been getting on everyones nerves. I'm sorry to say that as a quick forecast I don't see much improvement over the next twelve hours.

Monday 29th September
I have been struck down my a mystery illness. I woke up a lot of times in the night shouting at the top of my tiny weent voice. No one knew why. In the morning I woke up a bit later than usual with all my usual smiles. No one knew why. Apparently my friend Jasmine had the same symptoms as me - A temperature and a little rash. She didn't do any shouting though so maybe it wasn't the same thing.

Sunday 28th September
I've been climbing up the stairs today. It's a little bit tricky at the moment because the stair gate is always shut, I can get on to the first step though and then on to the little rail on the gate and that's probably high enough to strt with - I can tell you that it's a very long way down. I was pleased that there was a little cushion underneath me.

Saturday 27th September
I'm still sickly. I did get the rare chance to fall asleep on Dad twice which is a rare occurance. I'm hoping that I will feel much better and less floppy tomorrow.

I should mention that I have been learning to hold my own drinking cup. It usually goes quite well until my arms get too tired to hold it with enough of an angle to actually deliver milk into my ever waiting mouth.

Friday 26th September
I'm not feeling very well. My head is very very hot and I have been awake for most of the night. Coincidentally Mum was awake for most of the night too so it was all nice and friendly and there was someone to cuddle up to. Dad was too busy snoring.

Thursday 25th September
It's been a bit of a bumpy day. My head has been bumped quite a few times today because I keep falling over. Sometimes I get a bit of help falling over too. Peter is helpful like that. Sometimes a little too helpful if you ask me. Still - I expect he means well.

Wednesday 24th September
I have learnt to wave, I do it very nicely - sometimes I look at my hand when I do it and sometimes I don't. Either way eevryone seems very pleased with it. At the moment I only open and close my fingers, so I'll need to work on my technique I think.

I haven't fallen over too many times today although I did bang my head on the floor when I tried to bite Dad's toes. That was a bit of a surprise.

Tuesday 23rd September
I've fallen over and bashed my face. I was just having a quiet stand up near the table when an unseen force pushed me to the floor. It gave me a bruise under the chin and a slightly cut mouth. I was very indignant abou the whole thing and grumbled for a very long time. Mum was very supportive and carried me around for ages. She didn't really have a choice though because I grumbled even louder if she put me down.

Anyway, on the whole I am getting better at standing up and moving from place to place.

Monday 22nd September
I am now managing to make my way around the house using a combination of crawling and walking while holding on to stuff without too many knocks about the head. The big windows always confuse me though - it's difficult to judge distances when you can't see where it is. Peter gave me a good tip though - if you smear "stuff" on the lower part of the big window it lets you see where it is and then you don't bump your head. Mum's not too keen though, she likes it clean.

I was very excited when Dad came home which was why I burst into tears when he stepped over me. He soon saw the error of his ways and put Peter down and picked me up. hehehehe - I have the power in this house.

Sunday 21st September
I have done a fair amount of grumbling today - I always temper the grumbling with a bit of smiling and laughing just so that peopole don't get fed up of me. Peter was lovely to me all morning - i'm lucky that Dad and Mum were around to wipe his kisses off my head. Some of them were a little bit more like licks.

Grandma came to see us in the evening. Sadly she arrived a little bit late and just as I was getting to my last leg, so I had to go to bed before I could give her my full and very special attention. I'm hoping that we'll see her again soon.

Saturday 20th September
It's been a busy old day for me - i managed to push myself up to a standing position and balance for a short while without any help. Mum says that it's a bit like balancing a pencil on its end mostly luck.

We went to water mill today and a funny wobbly old man came to have a look at me. He liked me so much that he gave me a shiny £1.00 coin which he pressed into my hand. Dad put it in his pocket straight away.

Friday 19th September
I went to the park today with Peter (and Mum obviously) and I had a go on the swing. Because the swingswere too big for me I sat on Peter's knee in his swing. He was very nice and swang me around like anything. He also gave me a few kisses on my head and several hugs. He's been lovely to me all day.

Thursday 18th September
I'll admit that Dad was adequate company last night but he's just not the same as Mum. She provides much more in the way of attention and comfort in the night. While I obviously love Dad nearly as much as Mum, a few half hearted groans and the odd stubbed toe (his) are no replacement for lovely long cuddles.

I had a small taste of revenge today because Peter fell asleep in the pushchair and I was awake. To my knoledge this has never happened before so I made sure I took full advantage of the situation. I dashed into the kitchen and pulled on Peter's leg until he woke up. hehehehehehe. I can't count the times Peter has woken me up. That's because I can't even count. Not even to one.

Wednesday 17th September
I am 8 months old today - hoorah for me! No one has taken much notice though and there have been no 2/3rds presents. I expect its because everyone is quite concerned about Peter.

I'm afraid that I have done quite a lot of shouting today because Mum has had to look after poor old Peter. Still - I have the house to myself tonight - I thnk I may do some really loud shouting to keep Dad on his toes. We shall see how he shapes up on his own in the night time. He's usually a bit rubbish and I expect much higher standards.

Tuesday 16th September
I tried an experiment this morning.First I stayed up all night waking up every hour or so and then I got up for good at 4.30. No one was very pleased. I hit Dad in the face with beegirl and eventually he took me down stairs where I became grumpy very quickly. Finally, at 8.00 I fell asleep in my breakfast and Mum had to take me upstairs, where I woke up again. Dad had to rock me to sleep because of the crying. The experiment over and successful I slept for a while.

Monday 15th September
Today I have suddenly worked out how to do walking properly. I still need someone to hold my hand to keep me upright, because my balance is still rubbish, but I have managed to put one foot in front of the other in a proper walking motion. It's not as easy as it looks and requires extreme concentration. Any lapse in that concentration can lead to the carpet hitting my face.

Sunday 14th September
I've got my nappy wriggling down to a very fine art today. Dad now finds it nearly impossible to have anything to do with my nappies and Mum, although infinately more skilled still has a bit of a struggle. I'm enjoying myself.

I've been catching up on my crawling practice and I can now go anywhere in the house (apart from upstairs) whenever I like. If I fall down on to my tummy I sometimes forget how to get back up onto my knees again so I usually finish my journey commando style, which is very exhausting.

It looks very much like Esther still loves me today. I caught her smelling my new tuft of hair today before it got covered in breakfast, which is the best time to smell it really.

Saturday 13th September
I have been coming along with my walking in leaps and bounds. If you count leaps and bounds as accidental steps that is. Most of my actual walking movement comes from a special sideways wriggling movement that I have discovered that I can make. I'm getting a little bit better at balancing and I only land on my face occasionally - sometimes a little bit more than occasionally if Peter is "helping" me.

Dad got a special walking aid out of the loft to help me along a litle bit - the only trouble is that it has got wheels on it that are faster than my feet so that sometimes gets me into a bit of trouble.

I think Esther may love me.

Friday 12th September
An Aunt has arrived and it's one that I haven't seen for quite a while. It's called Esther. I'm hoping that she enjoys cuddling small babies like me. If she does then I'll promise to try and hold back on the sick makery for a while.

Thursday 11th September
I should say a few words about my nappy changing habits. I don't have much patience you see. I can only allocate a certain amount of time to one session of napppy changing and then I must wriggle free (if necessary) and be off somewhere more interesting. If Mum or Dad hasn't finished their job then that's their lookout.

Wednesday 10th September
I was awake for most of the night last night and it was all Dad's fault. He is supposed to bring me a cup of milk for any times that I might wake up in the middle of the night. Last night he forgot and only brought me a cup of water which was no good at all. Poor Mum had to console me through the difficult times while Dad snored away.

Tuesday 9th September
I woke up early this morning (as with almost every other morning for the last two weeks) so that I could have another go at the standing up business. Sadly Mum and Dad don't really like me doing it in the bed at such an early hour so eventually Dad agreed to take me downstairs to teach me a few things. This was very very unusual as Dad is usually the one who likes to pretend to be fast asleep in the mornings. Mum is usually the one who takes me downstairs. I'm not sure I like the change.

Restaurants rule. I had my usual vegetables though - I don't think I got too much on the floor or around the general area of my face. I was much admired for my smile and eyelashes though.

Monday 8th September
Another long journey to cry through. They are rubbish. I'm asking for a new car seat so that I can face forwards and see some things rather than spending 4 hours looking at the back of a seat.

Sunday 7th September
There's been some more walking around today. I have, with a huge effort, managed to get from one end of the sofa to the other. Dad was tempting me over with a brightly coloured toy. I have also been having a go at standing on my hands and feet - look! no knees!

Saturday 6th September
We went to the beach today. I was mostly asleep though so Dad and I went for a little walk to a nice warm shop while the others sat on a cold windy wet beach. I know where I'd rather be.

Friday 5th September
I'm going to have to learn to walk fairly soon as I seem to be missing out on various activities. Although I get to ride around with Mum in my special pouch which is very friendly, comfortable and warm, I am missing out somewhere.

I did one and a half steps today. Learning to walk has some serious drawbacks though - there's so much further to fall. Luckily for me someone is usually there to catch me. Dad even managed to deflect me with his foot once.

Thursday 4th September
There's been another very long journey today and as usual no one is telling me where we are going. I had my first taste of Ice-cream today and it was very nice although it would be nicer if it was a little bit warmer.

I've reacquainted myself with Mama and Dada and I've even managed to get a few cuddles with them. Because Peter is monopolising Mama I have had to satisfy myself with trying to grab Dada's shoes and practicing my standing up. I've even managed to take a wobbly step whilst holding on to the sofa. The second wobbly step was a bit too wobbly though. It's a good job I have a padded bottom.

Wednesday 3rd September
Apparently it's been a very exciting day, but as usual you'll have to read Peter's news to find out all the details. I was asleep in my car seat for some of the time and busy burping for most of the rest of the time.

We went to some kind of special farm I think. I did see some terrifically tall animals out of the roof window but that was about all. I also shouted and shouted for about one hour on in the car on the way home. Eventually I fell asleep from exhaustion.

Tuesday 2nd September
I went on a special visit to see Ben today. We were a little bit suspicious of each other and I don't think he was very keen on me grabbing his hair but as soon as I found that out I sort of stopped. We had a lot of fun comparing teeth and xylophones. It was his xylophone really but I had a fairly good go on it.

I did a fair amount of grumbling in the afternoon - I don't really like to be put down on the floor - it's so much more friendly being carried around all the time. I'm not even sure why Mum would want to put me down - I'm so friendly and cuddly.

Monday 1st September
I got up very early this morning so that I could get in as much cuddling as possible before we had to go home. I managed to get passed around just about everyone before we left - even Hannah overcame her fear of the various facial liquids that can be emitted by babies and held me for a while - I teased here with a few loud burps to keep her on her toes.

We were forced to endure a long journey this afternoon while we made our way home. I shouted for the last bit until Dad gave me a biscuit.

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