A rare photo of Daddy

You don't often get to see photo's like this: Daddy is usually at the safe end of the camera lens! 

Travelling Business Class

The great thing about having a Business Class seat in Daddy's car is that I have a reclining seat in which to compose myself before my next public appearence! 

1000 Visitors

1000 people have visited my blog: how do I know? Look at the counter at the bottom. They're probably not 1000 different people - most of them are probably Daddy at work, checking that I'm still as beautiful as when he kissed me good bye in the morning.

I'm glad you didn't all try to visit me at home: you wouldn't have fitted in my cot!

Call again soon.

What a funny face!

This is me with my funny face mask on - you don't think that's my real face do you?! 

Growing Bananas

Help Mummy! I've got a 'Nana growing out of my mouth! 

Me with my Mummy

Here's me with my Mummy just before Christmas.

Another one of Grannie's photos. 

Standing up for myself

Today I stood up for myself. I've never done that before. Mummy or Daddy have always had to give me a hand or two. This morning I pulled myself up using my baby gym.

I forsee that start of a new game: after I stood up, Daddy went to get his video camera. So I sat down again (well, toppled actually). And stayed sat down. And laughed at Daddy from the floor.

What will the future bring, I wonder? (Can you guess what film Mummy and Daddy where watching the other night?!)

My first tooth!

Attention please! Attention please!

I am delighted to announce that after months of drooling and red cheeks, I have produced my first tooth.

No pictures yet, I'm afraid. But Daddy will confirm that it's there, and it's sharp. (He stuck his finger in my mouth, and I showed him that I know how to use it!)

My Austrian Dress

Daddy thinks I look like a little Austrian girl in this dress. What do you think? Aunty Tope bought it for me. I think I look very pretty. This picture was taken a couple of months ago, and I don't think the dress fits me any more.

(Another of Granny's Photos.) 

My Dadies' Favourite Photo

This is one of my dadies' favourite photos of me. It was when we were on our holiday in Tenby.

(Thank's to Granny for this Photo.) 

Me and my Baby

I had a baby at Christmas. It was wrapped up in shiny paper. Do all babies come like that?

I have to be careful, because it seems to take less work to look after than me. It doesn't seem to want any food - I did poke some at it, but it didn't open its mouth; it never needs its nappy changed; and it goes to sleep as soon as it lies down. I hope Mummy and Daddy don't like it more than me, and decide to send me back (I think they must have thrown my box away though - so does that mean they can't send me back? And I'll have to chew up my reciept if I can find it)!

(This is another of Granny's photos. Thank you Granny.)

It all came tumbling down!

All I wanted was a bauble - just one. So I rolly-pollyed over the floor to the Christmas tree at Granny's and choose the one I wanted. A nice sparkly one that looked like it would taste nice. And I pulled - and the whole tree came down on top of me: I think there must have been something wrong with its roots. I got my bauble though.

(This is one of Granny's pictures, by the way. There will hopefully be a few more of these to come.)

My Balloon

I had a balloon for Christmas. It's funny: all my other toys fall on the floor when I push them away. This one goes up in the air.