Happy Australia Day, Mate.

New frontiers to explore

Now that I am a fully mobile individual who can crawl and make my way around the house, our humble abode has been giving up a wealth of fascinating secrets.For instance, did you know that in the kitchen the faux-art nouvea brass planter that Mummy keeps her shopping bags, broom and dust pan and brush in makes the most wonderful clanging sound when you hit it? Or that playing in the bin sends Mummy running and muttering about getting a new one with a lid? Or that you can get your finger stuck in the drain holes in the bathroom, toilet and laundry? Or that dry dog food tastes good?... Real good.

Me and my posse

As seen at Ella's house yesterday.

Bringing down the Matriarchy

The International League of Infant Anarchists are proud to present the 2007 season of guerrilla warfare, subtitled, 'Bringing down the Matriarchy - Mother by Mother'. Our research and development arms have been working their nappy clad butts to the tail bone thinking of new ways to drive your grownups (particularly your Mummys) mad.Now I know that several of my friends have been continuing their work in the fields of sleep, mobility/exploration and nutrition. I, on the other hand have been labouring under the guise of 'separation anxiety'.

I have found that the most effective way of wearing Mummy down has been incessant whinging and crying. Mummy stands up, cue the crying. Mummy sits on the floor next to me, cue whinging and trying to climb to the highest point of her body. Mummy leaves the room, cue full blown screams with copious tears and body wracking shudders (my friend Tamika can make herself vomit at this point...something to work on). However, it is imperative to only display this behaviour to Mummy and occasionally Daddy, otherwise the Mum's group people, the clinic sister and the 'Mandas at childcare might actually believe what Mummy is saying and well, that would be just far too much validation for one day, wouldn't it?

I will need to work on tempering this assault with some moments of cuteness... or my days will be numbered.

So what have you been doing to further the cause and fight the good fight?

Portrait of the Artist.

Thou shall not utter the sacred name of Mummy

For some time now, my dear and darling mother has been mortally ashamed of me. To be more specific, of my language skills.For months I've been waxing lyrical about the virtues of Dad Dad Dad, of Bub Bub Bub and of Nan Nan Nan, but I have steadfast refused to say Mum. Its not that I'm trying to give the poor woman a complex, or to diminish the tender love and care she lavishes on me. It is just the the word 'Mum' is far too special for me to say out loud. Like the Hebrews and their inability to say the name of God....they say Adoni or Yahweh instead.

I cannot utter the sacred name of Mummy.

Technical Difficulties

Good Morning to my devoted readers.
We seem to be having some issues with posting photos and using the spell check facility on the blog....and we dont want you reading sub standard offerings, or having to do all that reading with pictures of my gorgeous self to sweeten the deal.
Will try again later.

Also, I think it's time I spruced up the image of The Wonderful World of Walter...what do you guys think?....what sort of design motif would you like to see?

Happy Belated Birthday Daddy

It was Dad's birthday on the weekend (yeah I know I'm kinda tardy in acknowledging it...) and we had a rip snorter of a barbecue to celebrate. Mummy tells me that although the party was for lunch time, several people (after having little Nanna naps on the floor and couch) didn't leave until after midnight. Apparently the 'boys' played cricket in the park, whilst the 'girls' bathed their feet in my new pool (Nellie and I would have really liked to be in on the cricket...hint, hint Daddy). And even though it was Dad's birthday, I got presents, courtesy of Unkie Al, the world's rockingest god father.

In response to recent criticism...

Over the last few weeks several of my readers have, in person and via the comment section of the blog, accused me of plagiarism....

Moi? Not really writing this blog? A pox on your houses!

These faithless philistines seem to think that the blog is written by Daddy or Mummy.... O.K seriously, if Daddy was writing there would be a lot more ranting about what is wrong with this world and if Mummy was writing there would be a lot more talk about how gorgeous she is. There is just no way that those parents of mine could come up with the high quality, witty and dare I say acerbic material that I am capable of.

Certainly, I admit to having a little help with spelling, translation and typing.... as I have mentioned before, this is done by my admin staff, otherwise the posts would contain far more references to Dada, Buba and Nanna. But the rest is a product of my own genius.

I promise.

Golden Times!

As you may know we have recently been at Grandma and Pop's house helping them celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. Now I know I've said this before, but Man, I have a lot of cousins!

I spent my time getting squeezed and loved by oh so many people (Auntie Fay, you know what I'm taking about.) Mummy and Daddy say that their livers hurt. Anyway, I'll stop talking and get onto the pictures.