Driving out the Devil

Okay I've finally figured out what all the visitors and comings and goings were about.....It was my christening today. I had to sit through church, have various parts of my good self anointed and washed and then smile for the cameras. I have also been cuddled, kissed and held by sooooo many friends and relatives, that my cuddle arms are going to fall off! But seriously, I loved the attention and spent most of my time grinning, squealing and hamming it up for the camera.
Mummy and Aunty Melissa took it upon themselves to open my presents......Wow, you guys really love me - thanks!

And a big thank you to Aunty Josie and Unkie Aaron for being my godparents and to everyone who helped out.

On Parole

Finally, I'm a free baby and can get back to my computer to write a post!
Mummy kept taking me to that Jellybeans place (Oh why do you leave me Mother?), when we were home she was running around 'getting ready' - whatever that means. My tooth and running scientific tests re. it's uses in conjunction with the research arm of the International League of Infant Anarchists have also kept me busy. And now we appear to have been invaded by Mummy's family. Last night, just before I went to bed there was Mummy, Daddy, Auntie Kathryn, Auntie Josie, Uncle Denis, Auntie Becca and my cousins and fellow International League of Infant Anarchists members Clancy and Claudia - All in my lounge room!
Something's going on and I want to know what!

Not in vain!

All that whinging I've been indulging in has not been in vain......I have a tooth!
Surely this is a sign of my superior intelligence, and my good looks and charm!

Redressing the Balance.

It has come to my attention that Mummy was heard yesterday skiting about how well I was sleeping..... Tut tut dear mother, you should know better than that- The moment you brag about how well your child is sleeping it comes back to bite you on the arse!
Firstly, Mummy, the traitorous wench took me to the clinic yesterday and when we got there, they sprung an immunisation on me. (Secretly, it didn't hurt that much.... but man - have I got an inoculation hangover now!)
Secondly, when we got back home our Mum's group came over and I got put to bed! I have my suspicions that people were sitting in my highchair, playing with my toys, rolling on my floor and getting licked by my Nellie.
So as a result, I gave Mummy a night she will never forget. There was moaning, there was screaming, there was kicking, there was scratching.....and that was just Mum! She ended up giving me to Daddy who let me watch late night Star Trek with him in the lounge room.
Serves her right for getting complacent.....

The Sleep Score

Mummy: 30
Me: 0

LOST: My Blogging Mojo...

To my dear audience, I regret to announce that I, Walter Uber-Baby appear to have lost my inspiration, my groove, my blogging mojo. I sit here at the computer and am at an absolute loss as to what to tell you.....

• My teeth still hurt, but I've got nothing to show for it.
• I've been a bit of a failure on the sleep front, I've only managed to wake up once a night the last few nights.
• The parents keep taking me to these strange confectionery named institutions called child care, apparently just for 'a little play'. Why are there so many babies, why are the grown ups so busy?
• Mummy and Daddy have been doing something called cleaning, and are now waiting for some powersuited despot from the realestate agency to arrive for something called a real estate inspection.
• This means that Nellie dog has gone to a doggie day care for the day....good, someone else deserves to suffer!
• My friends from mum's group are coming to lunch tomorrow....Yay! Lachlan and Logan and Luke and Ella and Tamika and Eleanor! Yay!

That is the sum total of my life......

Out of the Closet.

On the occasion of my six month birthday, I feel that it's time to fess up and come clean (at least to the health professionals of this world).....I'm on solids! Pumpkin, Potato (Sweet or otherwise), Cauliflower, Broccoli. Farex, Pears and Apples - I love them all. I've even been known to indulge in the odd rusk from time to time (or at least now that I've figured out how to make my hands bring themselves up to my mouth!) Zombie Mama seemed to think that a full tummy might help me sleep at night.....yeah right! I'm still ensuring that she never gets more than a few hours sleep at a time, but solids have helped me schlep my weight back up to the 50th percentile after the great boob war of 2006. But all this healthy food seems to pale in comparison to the nibble of choice of my good friend, Lachlan......