Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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!

Monday, March 14, 2011

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.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

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.


Saturday, March 12, 2011

Bathtime

Baby loves bathtime.

Big brother loves bathtime.

Even Mum loves bathtime!

That's because I'm finally big enough to have a bath with my big brother every night.

Sure, we started co-ed bathing on our holiday. And I'd moved into the big bath a few days before that. But I was a bit unsteady in those early days, and Mum had to keep a hand on me to stop me slipping over.

But not now.

I've got confidence in spades.

And bathtime agility to match.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

A really, really, really big bath

It's the last day of our holidays.

Boo.

But Mum and Dad decided to pack in plenty of fun for our last hurrah.

First, we planned to head to the surfing.

But then we didn't, because the surfing was delayed.

Boo.

So we went shopping instead.

Yay!

Then it was back to the surfing to watch Kelly Slater win the Quiksilver Pro. He did it with us right there in the water, cheering him on.

When the final wave had been surfed, there was still plenty of sunshine left to enjoy a good swim.

Lowtide at the beach created a huge, shallow pool between the shoreline and a sandbar.

Perfect for little people to practice their splashing!

Noah swam about happily and practiced his floating, while Mum popped me in my own little pool where I splashed about merrily.

And these days, I don't even mind a bit of sand between my toes!