What the night did bring

Were you wondering?

What the night did bring, that is.

Well.

It brought confirmation of the fact that I am, indeed, a sleeping machine.

That's right.

I woke up at about three o'clock. After an eleven hour afternoon nap.

Mum fed me and then put me back in bed, not sure that I'd be motivated to go back to sleep after an eleven hour afternoon nap.

After all, when she left me I was all smiley and kicky and 'look at me blowing big raspberries'.

But within half an hour, the raspberry blowing ceased and I was back to sleep.

Until after 7 o'clock.

What will the night bring?

That's the question Mum is asking herself.

I had a nice big morning sleep and then spent a happy few hours watching all the action in the house.

Mum and Dad are cleaning out the garage. It's been a mess since long before I was born. And they decided it was time to clean it up!

I also had a great time watching Noah play in the family room. He stood up on the lounge chair and performed for me, using a Hot Wheels car as a microphone. He can be a bit dramatic.

All that action wore me out and by about four o'clock I really needed a sleep. Mum put me in my cot, thinking that I might just need an hour or so of sleep to get me through the evening.

Wrong.

At 8 o'clock I was still asleep.

What will the night bring?

Tune in next time to find out.

Raspberries

I've been blowing raspberries today.

Big, wet, slobbery raspberries.

Oh shirts, on arms, on just about any surface I can get my mouth onto!

They're noisy too.

Big, loud, belchy raspberries.

It's not very ladylike.

Joker

I haven't been practicing my rolling lately.

And my gums are doing nothing to grow teeth.

But I have been working on my sense of humour!

Today I had a good laugh with Noah. Mum had us sitting next to each other, and I leaned over to get a handful of Noah's shirt to shove in my mouth.

"She's eating my shirt!" he laughed.

I looked up in surprise, but laughed because he was laughing.

Then I did it again. And this time I laughed first.

And when you're little, a joke is funniest if you do it over and over again.

So I did.

Another thing I find very funny is Noah going to the toilet.

Noah often likes Mum to stand near the door while he's doing his business.

And sometimes, I happen to be in her arms when she's on toilet duty.

I find it hilarious.

I laugh and laugh and laugh.

Noah doesn't think it's that funny. Sometimes he gets cross at me for laughing at him.

But I don't care. I just keep laughing at him anyway.

Dad says I'm a joker.

Solids

We didn't get to go to Warwick for our big family get-together today.

There was so much rain that the roads were flooded!

Noah yelled at the water to 'get off the road and get back into the ocean'.

But it was no use.

It just kept raining and raining and raining.

So we went back to our house.

We did get to play a fun game of feed-the-baby-her-first-taste-of-real-food!

That's if organic baby cereal, mushed up with water, really qualifies as real food.

But I guess it must, because I ate every little spoonful that was offered to me!

New cousins

Would you believe that I am no longer the littlest cousin in my family?

I'm not even close!

We celebrated Boxing Day back at Grandma and Grandad's, and Mum's Aunty and Uncle and cousins came up for the day, with their children. Nana and Uncle Michael were there too.

I got to meet my newest cousin, Emmanuel. He's only ten days old! I think it was agreed that we are second cousins, but no one is getting too hung up on technicalities. I also got to see Jemimah, my other second cousin who was born this year. She's two months old.

I am definitely the grown-up of this little trio of 2010 babies.

Later in the afternoon, we went to see the Stutes and their little boy Thomas. Now he is bigger than me.

I had a very happy day, which was helped greatly by the three and a half hour sleep I had this morning. Mum hopes that means I'm back on track to being my usual happy, healthy self.

Christmas!

It's my first Christmas!

I couldn't wait to get the party started, so I got Mum up for a party at midnight.

And then again at 2am.

And again at 4am.

Mum finally woke up (on her own, this time, without help from me) at about 8 o'clock.

Oh no! Sleeping in on Christmas Day!

She woke up Dad and they both woke up Noah so that he could open his presents before Church. Then he and Dad went off to church leaving Mum behind to look after the little quarantined baby.

We had a lovely day at Grandma and Grandad's, with Nana and Uncle Michael as well. I got to sit up in the high chair for the first time! But no one gave me any food to eat. I just chewed on my new presents.

The night before Christmas...

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a...

Hang on a minute, that's not quite right. There was a creature stirring.

It was me!

Was it the excitement of my first Christmas? Or just that my little chest is still quite gunky?

Either way, I woke up quite a few times during the night and needed not just Mum but reinforcements in the form of Dad's shoulder to get me resettled.

The morning can't come fast enough...for all of us!

Sad baby

I've got the sads.

Still.

Mum was desperate to get a bit of shopping done, seeing as though it's almost Christmas and she still has presents to buy.

And food. We still have no food for Christmas!

So she fed me and put me to bed and went out to do some late, late shopping (the kind that people who plan be organised but then end up having sick babies do).

She bought the presents and pottered around for a bit and was just about to start the grocery shopping when....the mobile phone beeped.

It was a text message from Dad to say that I had an extreme case of the sads.

Mum decided to take pity (on me, as well as Dad) and abandoned the shopping expedition in favour of yet another late night of cuddle-the-baby-to-sleep.

End of an era

I've become quite used to the kindy routine these last six months.

Twice a week, since I was just a week old, we've been making the trip to drop Noah off and then pick him up again.

Twice a week, I've smiled adoring smiles at Noah's kindy ladies and giggled as the little Possum children tickled my toes.

Twice a week, I've put up with very enthusiastic farewells from Noah, who won't let us leave until he's given me a big, squeezy hug and a wet, sloppy kiss.

But now our kindy adventure has come to an end.

Because next year, Noah will be a big pre-prep boy.

Mum was sad to say goodbye to Noah's kindy. But she's glad that in a year's time, it will become my kindy too.

Old Macdonald

Noah often sings to himself as he's playing on his own. This is what Mum and I overheard him singing to himself today.

"Old Macdonald had a farm, ee eye ee eye oh!

And on that farm he had a...Lucy!

Ee eye ee eye oh.

With a waah waah here and a waah waah there..."

I don't know whether to be offended or proud!

Nicknames

I've got a proper nickname.

Sure, Mum and Dad have been calling me little pet names since I was born.

Such as; Lucy Lu and Lu Lu and Lu Bear and Lu Berry (that's one of Dad's)

But Noah has taken to calling me Nu Nu.

All the time!

Mum and Dad think it's a deliberate variation on Lu Lu, which he can actually say (even though, when he says it, it sounds more like Yu Yu).

And so now I've become Nu Nu.

It could be worse...right?