I don't like solid solids

When I was about five months old, Mum handed me my first rusk.

Meh.

I tossed it over off the edge of my highchair tray without a second glance.

Then came the purees.

Hmm...now I was a bit more interested.

I was happy to eat whatever mushy food Mum spooned into my mouth. But I didn't want to touch it and I didn't want to use my own utensils.

Just spoon it into my mouth, Mum. And make sure it's mushy.

And now, at a few days short of my first birthday, I still like my food mushy and spooned directly into my mouth.

Mum's attempts at finger food did nothing but mess up the floor.

But today, some progress.

Mum bought me some little baby biscuits at the shops, and I was happy to munch on those.

Maybe there's hope yet for me and my solid solids.

New tooth!

I have a new tooth!

It's a front tooth.

And it's about jolly time, says Mum.

You see, I don't like to do things by halves. And teeth are no exception.

So when it's time for me to get a new tooth, I pull out all the symptoms.

And that's made me a sad baby for the past few days.

But - happy day! - my tooth is through!

Trainspotters - the total count is now 5.

Working girl

I might be fired from Mum's work one day soon.

For the past six months, I've been going in to work with mum for two hours on a Tuesday morning.

In the early days, she'd pop me on a mat in her office.

I'd lie there and look at toys.

And then I'd have a big snooze in the baby carrier while Mum tap, tap, tapped away on her computer.

A few months later...and I was on the move.

Sitting, then crawling around Mum's office.

No problem; Mum just shut the door and kept the bin out of my reach.

Now I'm standing.

And opening drawers.

And dragging the bin down from the bookshelves.

And slamming my little fingers in drawers.

And talking loudly when important meetings are taking place in the conference room.

It looks like my office days are numbered.

Ouch!

How many times can a small girl slam her fingers in a drawer before she learns her lesson?

You might be surprised.

Ouch!

Crawling

I can crawl!

So far, I can only go in reverse gear. But I've got all the moves ready and will probably be crawling properly within days.

Are you excited?

I don't think Mum is quite excited as she could be.

She's thinking about having to pack up all the Lego and keep dangerous things out of my reach.

But I'm on the move, baby!

And now, the news

Baby + newspaper = match made in heaven

Why would you buy expensive toys for a baby who'd much rather play with newspaper?

Because you don't like having to clean black ink off said baby, that's why.

Please don't go

Separation anxiety.

It had to happen.

One minute, I'm an independent little poppet who loves her space.

And the next, I'm shrieking the house down because Mum has dared to go into another room.