Liz's Blog

Well, after a lot of thinking, I've decided that Mummy and Daddy are around to do things for me.

They make me food, the get my clothes and they clean my house. I looked this up on the "interwebs" and found this type of person is called a "servant".

So, since I found this out I have been trying more and more things. But they aren't very good servants - they keep saying no to things. (I think I might have almost got Mummy to crack last week though.)

I'll do more research and get back to you.

We went on a holiday! (I think a "holiday" is where you sit in a car for a very, very long time, wait a few days, and then sit in the same car for another very, very long time.) It was nice to see all the "trucks" and birds.

We went to the beach while we were waiting to go home again - and I got a rash. It isn't very nice. I got to play in sand with Mummy and Daddy, and they dug big holes for water to stay in so I could jump in it.  I like jumping.

The beach was good, but I didn't like the water when it hit me - and it was much better without my clothes on.

Anyway, we are all back at home now, and I think it's time I start seeing what Mummy and Daddy are for. I'll let you know what I find.

Daddy has finally let me use this again. It seems that when I am naughty, I don't get to do stuff I like - but Mummy and Daddy keep getting things that I want to explore.

Like Mummy and Daddy's new "kitchen"? (This is a funny word) There is a big shiny thing with a light in it sometimes. I can see myself in it, and there are buttons and knobs to play with - but Mummy and Daddy don't like that.

And just a few days ago, they put up the big tree again then put shiny things on it and told me not to play with them! They don't know me very well. (I play with them when they are in a different room)

G'night. 

I don't understand Mummy and Daddy sometimes. I clearly tell them that I want something, and they tell me that I can't have it. Mummy and Daddy have taught me what the sign language is for more, and I do that franti... frantika... frantically, but they just say no.

So I cry. That sometimes works. I'll have to remember that.

Audrey 1! Hooray!

Today started off like all my other Fridays. I didn't think anything much of it - just another day.

I got such a surprise when Grandma arrived! And she gave me my first car! I still don't know how to use it properly, but Daddy has been really good by pushing and stearing me around the house. It's great! Oh oh! And you can lift up the seat and put things in there. (I have put some pegs in there for safe keeping)

I wonder if I have to do 120 hours with Mummy or Daddy around?

Everyone is clapping, and saying "yay!" when I walk. But I can crawl so much faster than I can walk... Why would I bother. If it wasn't for the fact that I like falling on to the soft blankets Mummy puts on the floor, I would just stick to crawling.

I suppose everyone I look up to walks... maybe there is something to it.

I like lids!

In the past, when I crawl off the bed, off the step between the kitchen and the sunroom, or off the couch, Mummy and Daddy have been tence. (I may be a baby, but I can tell these things.) I figured out the other day (by them clapping and saying "yay!") that you're supposed to spin around and put your feet down, rather than going forwards. "Head first" Daddy calls it.

This is also a lot easier on my hands and chin. So, for those of your that haven't figured this out yet, give it a try.

Recently, Mummy and Daddy have been getting this strange stick with soft bits sticking out of it, and pushing it over my teeth. I've seen Mummy and Daddy do this (more than once every day actually), and now that I've started, I know why... It feels funny!

Oh wow, I didn't realise how much fun walking is! I hold Mummy or Daddy's hand and walk around on my toes! Hehehehhehe. I might keep doing this!

I have a lot of red on my bottom. Mummy calls it 'Nappy Rash'. I call it painful.

I heard Daddy and Mummy talking about the wipes that they use to clean me after they change my nappy. They think that maybe I am aler.. aler-gi.. allergic to them. (I think that means that it hurts you.)

This is the second time they have tried to use the bad wipes. But Daddy tells me that they have now put them far away.

I hope it's very far away.

I've discovered something new! Did you know that you can make your voice go up and down? Daddy tells me that it is called 'pitch'. I don't know what that means, but I do know that it gives me something to do when I'm waiting for stuff.

Like last night, Mummy was getting my food sorted out, so I thought I would show them what I can do, and see if they can maybe do it too, because I have so much fun with it.

... they didn't seem to like it as much as I do. I kept getting told to "shhhh" and to not be so loud.

I don't think it was loud though. I think that they can't do it, but they wish they could. (Is there a word for that?)

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Yes bub, it's called "Jealousy ".
~ Mr

Hello eferyone. I haf a sore moufh. Nobody told me my whole head would hurt when I got teef 

*Whispers* Hello again!

Sorry I haven't written in such a long time. I have had SO many things to do... That, and Daddy told me that he thought I was "spending entirely too much time on the computer". I don't know what that means, but it seems to mean that the door to the computer room is closed... and I can't reach the handle.

Anyway, I turned one just recently! Hooray! I got lots and lots of presents! My friends came over and we had a cake made from small cakes! Mummy told me that they are called "cup cakes". I like cups now - they have cake in side them!

I don't understand. I was sick before, and now I'm sick again. It's the same thing.

I thought that if I was going to get sick, that I would get better, and we'd all move on. Daddy told me this long, kinda boring (sorry Daddy) about how some thing called a virus gets passed from person to person and it just comes around again.

Now, I'm 10 months old tomorrow, and even I know that this is dumb. Can't everyone get better and it'll go away?

(Mummy's coming - I have to go!)

Sorry that it has been such a long time since I wrote. So much has been going on!

Amongst it all, I have turned 9 months old, and I've had a 'baby-cold' as Daddy says, and I've got new toys, and I got sick of sitting still and spinning around on my tummy, so I started "crawling". All my friends are doing it - so I thought there must be to it.

Anyway, since I started crawling, my Mummy and Daddy got this brown thing made from trees, its like a cot, but its got no bouncy stuff at the bottom. Mummy calls it a playpen. Its fun. All my favorite toys are in there!

Well, I should go before Mummy and Daddy realise that I'm not asleep.

I've got new tricks!

Mummy showed me this new thing that is really fun! She calls it "clapping". Apparently, it's a magic trick, that makes everyone around me start clapping. It's good fun. Whenever I'm board, I just start clapping, and everyone joins in!

This also works with waving, although, it's not as loud, so people don't always notice.

I had a very bad sleep last night. There was some sort of noise all night. Daddy told me that Mummy is sick.

She was doing this thing called 'hurling' all night. I don't know what that means yet, but it doesn't sound good. She has stayed in bed all morning, which is very unusual. Daddy has even stayed home from work.

Anyway, I'm 6 months old today. I thought that it would be all fun, and everyone would be smiling lots. But I guess life isn't always what you expect*.

(*Daddy thinks that I made a funny by writing that. He said "out of the mouths of babes". I don't know what that means, but he calls Mummy "babe", so I guess its a good thing! )

~ Tired: Going back to my cot ~

I'm almost 6 months old! But it seems like I've been around for ages. Time really does go slow.

Since I have been around for so long, I thought I should share with you all the benefit of my wisdom. Top 5 things I have learnt...

5. If you cry, they will come.
4. There is nobody quite like my Daddy. He is unique. (I am hoping this will pay off in the future.)
3. People love a smiley baby.
2. Everything, everything should be tested against your tounge. You get a better understanding of it that way.
1. There is endless fun to be had in blowing raspberries.

In my last post, I was talking about how Mummy was trying to 'feed' me this 'stuff' that wasn't milk. After a few days of not being sure and even protesting about it, I think maybe - just maybe - I might be starting to get used to it.

Apparently, Mummy and Daddy have been feeding me something called 'Pear' and something called 'Potato' and something called 'Sweet Potato'? (The last one isn't actually sweet, so I don't know what they're playing at there.)

Anyway, they tell me that apple is next. I don't know what to make of all this really, but I actually like the pear now. So, maybe there is more to this whole 'eating' thing? I don't know.. I suppose time will tell :)

Ummmm, so I have like, seen people put stuff in their mouths that doesn't come back out again, but ... but I never thought _I'd_ have to.

Let me go back to the beginning. At lunch, just then, Mummy put this, this mush in my mouth. I guess it tasted ok, but it was very strange. And get this, they wanted me to eat it! It's not like its milk or anything. I'm not sure what they think I am.

I've had to wait three days to write this post. Daddy tells me that there is this thing called coffee.

Mummy decided to have a coffee on Saturday, and I then for some reason, I didn't need to sleep anymore... It was amazing.

That is, until today. Today, I slept lots. And I think my Daddy is jealous.

Anyway, according to Mummy, there will be no more coffee flavoured breast milk anymore.

I've found a new game I can play with Mummy & Daddy. It's called "Make them make funny noises". The way it works is, I start talking, and then they join in. It's really quite funny.

Another game that I play with them is called "Make them act like crazy people". See, all I have to do is start to smile, then they do all kinds of funny things to make me smile more.

So, to all those other 10 - 14 week old babies, you should try this. It'll make your day, I promise. :)

It has been an exciting first three months, and I would like to thank my Mummy and Daddy for helping me though them. Without them, I wouldn't be where I am today.

I'd also like to say a special thanks to the rest of my family too. To Nanna, Grandma & Grandpa, to my Anty & Uncle, & my great grandmother too. And not forgetting the love, hugs and presents from all the special family friends.

My Mummy has stopped using the nappies that I've been in ever since I was born. I'm now wearing funny, brightly coloured cloth nappies. They're very nice on my skin, and I think they look very stylish. (I don't know what stylish means - but Mummy says it's a good thing)

I thought at this point I might say hello to some of my friends from Mummys mummy-ing group. So, hello to you all!

Also, to all my friends at church a big warm hello to you!

A while has past now. I've been busy growing, it's very tiring you know...

I have discovered something amazing though. It has people & place & animals inside it. Mummy calls it a TV.

Not many people know, but babies can speak fluent animal. I also didn't know this until I arrived to my new home. As soon as we came through the door, Trinity - Mummy and Daddy's cat - told me that she wasn't sure about me coming in to her territory. But I ignored her, and she seemed to calm down once she realised I wasn't here for a fight.

I haven't written for a few days, the last two posts wore me out. I'm only 4 days old - Daddy tells me that I'll get better at typing when I'm older.

I get to see where I'm going to live today! Hooray!

Mummy & I have been put into a room with another baby & his Mum. His name is Rajid. He's not happy. He cries lots, and his Mum just sits there. Poor Rajid.

There is a lot of noise here. Mummy tells me that we're across the hall from the sick baby room. But I don't mind. As long as I'm near Mummy, I'm happy.

I was born! I'm told I'm cute. I've only seen the people in this room, so I guess I have to believe them. I mean, after all, they're my parents. :)