Une, deux, trois

I am now counting up the stairs and down the stairs again. Which is good because there are a lot of stairs in our house! At last my 'limpet phase' seems to be winding down a bit ... which is good because Daddy in particular was the object of my affections and it is pretty tiring carrying me around constantly. I'm getting my swagger back.

My rides

I love my vehicles. I have three ... a scuttlebug, a plastic one and a racing car. I guard them most fiercely and have been known to spend an entire hour just getting in and out of each one. F1 here I come.

Back, bold and brave

Hello again. It's been a while. While I get this site updated here's a video of me doing what I do best ... seeking out the danger in any and every situation to make Mum panic! I am funny and fearless. The good news is that since you last hear from me I now walk, talk and have become quite the cheekiest of monkeys. The bad news, continuing the monkey theme, is that I am also in a clingy phase and pretty adept at hanging off your leg ... oh and for an easy going little fella, I've got a ferocious temper on me. If you don't get me pdq then you'll get a monster of a floor-stamping strop coming your way. But mostly, I am blessed with natural charm (and almost fast enough to get away from my BigSis when I've nicked her chocolate!).

BANG, BOUNCE, OUCH

Fell off the bed on Thursday and Mummy took me to hospital. I'm fine. Mummy's not. 

Gimme, gimme, gimme

anything edible ... I will grab your bread,  your hair,  your yorkshire puds. And I want to do it myself please. And I will squawk VERY loudly at you and growl if you don't heed my 5-min food warnings. Dadadadadadadada. Is my absolute favourite word, sentence and phrase. And I will not sit down. No way. I want to stand and I've got the thighs to do it. Here's me on a zebra, with big sis playing a rousing accompaniment on a piano in the background. No wonder I have to yell to get attention around here ...

Pox overload

It's been a grim few days ... with too many pox to count.

Uh oh

4 spots on my forehead when I went to sleep -- 16 when I woke up. We thought the chicky-pots had passed me by ... perhaps not ...