I’ll be having my breakfast cereal in my very own decorated bowl (and cup for my juice).
While we’re on the subject of breakfast cereal, what does the world record for most Weetabix eaten by an 8 month old stand at? I tucked away three in one sitting on Saturday morning. Dad said that was the equivalent of him eating three pillows.
I’m still eating like no ones business, they keep making me nice little baby dinners up and then have to scuttle back to the kitchen to get me a second, and sometimes even a third bowlful.
The sun came out for a bit last week and instead of going to Tesco we went to the Discovery centre in Thatcham:
I climbed…..
I slid….
And I even went on the aerial runway on my own, right from the top! Brave or what? I also managed to convince another little boy (who was 4 I might add) to go down the slide for the first time. His Mum was really pleased with me for managing that one as she had been trying for years by all accounts.
I watched him from the comfort and warmth of a Dad cuddle, making sure I wiped my snotty nose all over his clean black jumper, ha ha!
I also had a good old play with some of my Christmas presents this week, I love my gym…so does Ned! But it’s mine, why can’t he stick to his cars and leave my stuff alone?
Slim and Trace came round for a surprise visit Friday afternoon. Tracey took pity on me crying in the front room while Dad was mucking about in the kitchen, no doubt preparing another tiny portion of nouvelle baby cuisine. She picked me up for a lovely cuddle session while Slim and Ned at biscuits. But the really big news was that I got my first Uncle Slim cuddle!
He decided that after 8 months I was probably ready…he was right, and about time too.
Saturday morning we went swimming, it was ace, I didn’t want to get out. Even the usual sure fire bribes wouldn’t work this week (the lure of the showers or the offer of lunch). I amazed everyone with some real proper swimming this week and set off across the pool like a boy on a mission. My little arms and legs were spinning in a blur as I made my way across the open water.
He was very impressive, I like to take it easy and just relax in my inflatable ring, slapping the water as hard as I can.
Mum went to work on Sunday….booo! She earned lots of money for holidays though by all accounts…Hooray! Dad took us down the park where I rode my scooter on the ramps:
I had my first ever go in a swing too, we should of course have a photo to mark such a momentous occasion but I think Dad had his hands full trying to keep both of us moving.
In the afternoon I watched my new favourite film, the Jungle Book on something called a video. The films itself was brilliant but at the end I couldn’t just watch it again as Dad had to do something called rewind the tape???? Never heard of that before, seems a bit of a pain to me….
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