Funny girl

This afternoon we were lucky enough to capture one of Sebby's biggest ever laughing fits on camera. So cute!

But you know how the second the camera appears, they stop doing whatever it was that you wanted to photograph or film? Well, that happened today, only it wasn't Sebby that stopped -- it was Rhubarb, who'd been playing with a piece of grass and had him in utter utter stitches.

Still, who needs a cat when you have a sister as funny as MolMol?



M is not the only comedian in the family though. Check out Seb doing the classic "Look at my funny hat" trick, all by himself.

Happy as a pig in...

Its me agen and gess wot!!! TODAY was the BEST DAY of my HOLE LIFE.

We went to the beach. We had a picknick which was okay I spose but then! THEN!!!!!!!

My Daddy and my MolMol and my Mutt took me down to the water.

It could NOT HAVE BEEN ACER!!!!!

Plus it tasted better than anything ever better than toast better than bananas better than spag bol better than FLUFFY BITS FROM THE RUG I AM NOT JOKING I MEAN IT!!!!!!!!

I did get a bit sandy but. And everybuddy was larfing at somefing but I don't know wot I wasn't paying attenshun.

When I gro up I am SO going to be a person what goes to the beach.

Bizzy!

Hey everybuddy its me SEB! I have bin well bizzy lately coz I have loads of admirers and vizziters and stuff. Plus the ones what are always hangin around me anyway. Like my sis!

An this is my BUNCE who is way cool and never does evul things like put me to bed or even wurse CHANGE MY PANTS.

My MUTTI took me to the park it was ace.

Also she takes hamsim pichures of me like this one and this one. i am pretty smashing eh.

Talking of smashing I am a great drummer too!!! Mummy and Daddy are too mean to by me a propper drum kit but I am not going to let that stop me.

PS did I menshun my Bunce is reely hairy? But not so hairy once I am finished with him heh heh heh.

SKILLZ!!!

Look what our amazing little man learned to do today!



Want to place bets on the date for first steps??!!

We all scream for...

icecream!

Sebby tried his first one today. He was pretty impressed.



Wait -- make that REALLY impressed!



Oh, this boy is going to enjoy summer so much.

Also today, he crawled two feet for his Mutti; proper crawling, not his usual crazy gimpy slither. And he's started climbing up on his knees on the sofa... It's like we're counting down the days to having a darling little toddler on our hands.

I love my Mutti

She's the bestest ever in the whole world. THE END.

Eleven Months Old

Dearest Seb,

Today you are an amazing eleven months old. Nearly a year already, isn't it ridiculous? So fast!

Anyway, you are a fantastic eleven month old. You're learning to do new things just about every day it seems, and you're constantly surprising me with what you can get up to. Like this latest trick, for instance:



So it won't be long now before you're pulling yourself up on the furniture and cruising, and before you know it you'll be walking, and you won't be a baby any more.

What are the most delicious things about you at the moment, let's see... I'm loving bath times. You don't need to be held any more, of course, so you just sit in your bath and splash madly. Or play with your ducky, or a cup... or, the cutest trick of all: you just lean forward from the waist and dip your face in the water for a drink, then rear back with this insane grin on your gob, this impish look of "Did you see THAT??!"

You're still a great eater, though tonight you weren't impressed with your dinner. We were a bit late and busy, so I tried just giving you some mashed up baked beans for a treat. Pah! None of this processed muck for you. You utterly refused. So I defrosted some of Daddy's beef casserole with rice, and you were much happier. You like your daddy's cooking, you do!

You're having a lot more trouble going to sleep and naps now. I think you're pretty close to going to a single nap in the daytime, but right now Daddy's working and we need those two sleeps! So we're just persevering. You don't usually get upset with it, just keep babbling and wriggling and yacking away to yourself.

As for babbling, yes, you do it all day long. Mamamamamamama! Baba! Mamamamamamamama! Grrrrrr! And then a high pitched squeal for good measure.

And the other thing you do that I love is give me big sloppy open mouthed kisses. Frequently this turns into a burp, which is kind of gross, but hey - you're your father's boy.

Daddy and MolMol and I love you so darn much, little guy. Mwuh.

Love, Mama.

At home with Mama

I'm having a very special few days at the moment. Daddy's in Dunedin on an audit, so I have been cruelly forced to take two days off work to cover him in the baby-minding dept. Hurray!

I'm lucky on two counts: first, the weather is gorgeous, and second, it's the school hols, so I have my other angel-pie at home to help out. This makes a major diff and she is lovely company to boot. For the last two nights, after we've managed to get Sebby to sleep, we've taken to my bed with chocolate biscuits and trashy movies, and it's been just lovely. She is such a darling girl, there isn't a rotten bone in her body. She's just the BEST at girl time.

Unlike ol' Dangermouse here, who is just a pickle of mischief. No, I don't know what that means either, it just fell out of my fingers and now it seems to be a good explanation for what a funny little man he is. He's into everything, and I fully understand why Daddy calls him "MiniHoover". Oh my god the amount of dust that child must ingest.

I know one solution would be to vacuum more often, but seriously, he will find the dust-bunnies ANYWHERE. This is a terrible pic, taken about 2 mins ago, which proves my point.

When he is not on the bunny-hunt, he attempts to inflict head wounds on himself. Here he is after an aborted raid on the cat's bowl, taking the short route back.

And here is his Look of Innocence, which melts even the stoniest of hearts. Also, he's been dragging a book called "Guess How Much I Love You" round with him all morning, so how can I be irritable with him?

So yeah, nice days.

On the other hand, this morning, being at home with him by myself for the first time in a long time (M isn't awake yet) I was beset with melancholy. It was one of those times when you just miss someone with your whole heart, and I missed my sister. She was there so much when M was little, and it was wonderful. She's an amazing auntie. And she's so much fun to be at home with. No-one gets you like your sister does. No-one feels as aligned and attuned and easy to be with. No-one can make you laugh the way your sister does, till the back of your throat aches and you think you might be sick. You can tell your sister anything and she will understand you. And who else can you embarque upon ill-advised hair-dying escapades with, and end up giggling and telling each other you look gorgeous, no matter what colour your heads are?

I love where we live, and I couldn't ever regret the decision to move, but there are some big downsides, that's for sure. Fuffy, I love you, and I miss you. You would love being with this baby so much, and he would love being with you.