My daddy's trying to turn me into a pop star!

My daddy made this video of me between the ages of 3 and 6 months and he's finally got it together to put it on the web, so embarrassing! I guess that's his job though.

If you want my daddy to make you a video like this or any other, contact him through his website

Happy Birthday Mylo!!!

It's my main man Mylo's birthday today, he's 1 and he's very sophisticated, he can crawl really fast and I've got loads of standing tips from him.

There Must Be A Law Against This!

What is it with the parents that they feel they can just keep putting stuff on my head and face? It's tantamount to assault I tell you! Who do I report this sort of thing to? It's outrageous and I won't stand for it.

They've even caught me as I'm coming out of a notorious baby club.

No Paparazzi please!

To Crawl Is To Conquer To Stand Is To Triumph!

So it's been a week of crawling around, trying to get my speed up, as sadly the cat's still much quicker than me and an agile little bugger to boot.

So I've been practising my standing and today I stood for a whole 2 seconds unaided! It would have been longer but daddy had a sudden outburst and shouted to mummy which startled me and I fell over; silly sausage!

Anyway here's me in some aided standing efforts.

A Breakthrough!!

I've done it! I've managed to crawl forwards, basically what I've found is, if there's something in front of me I REALLY want, like mummy's iphone, then like magic I just sort of start moving forwards. Marvelous!

Crawling's over rated

The annoying thing about crawling is I seem to go in the opposite direction I originally intend. You can imagine that's pretty damn frustrating, especially when I'm trying to get to the cat.

I've noticed from the parents, that seem to get around using their feet, maybe I'll try this instead, because quite frankly I can't see the point of crawling backwards; you can't see where you're going for one thing and it's completely impractical for grabbing things.

The Baby's Range Is Increasing (Boots The Cat)

I'm getting increasingly alarmed at the fact that the baby seems to be learning to move, for the most part I've been happy to have the humans thrust their little screaming bundle of joy in my face, because I've been able to move.

However of late I'm noticing that the little blighter no longer just lies or sits there, but rather rocks back and forth on her knees or pulls herself along on her stomach.

I'm keeping a close eye on the situation.

The Cat.

Me & My Bouncer

I love bouncing, in fact if I were to name my favourite pastime it bouncing would come pretty near the top, somewhere around feeding on booby and pulling daddy's hair.

Here's me catching up on some reading in my bouncer.

I get the joke :-)

I've now mastered the concept of joking, mummy and daddy have both got their own ways of making me laugh, here's a little video of mummy telling me a joke, while I'm sitting on uncle Phil's lap.

Sunday Barby

Went to something called a barbecue yesterday, lots of people I hadn't seen before and lots of nice bright colours.

But blow me if daddy didn't turn my world completely upside down when he showed me another cat, I didn't realise there were others! It didn't look like my cat bootsy at all, what other weird stuff is there in this world that I haven't seen yet?

Anyway here's me chilling with my pal Mylo.

Food & Drink

As you can see, I've grown up enough that I've started eating mush to supplement the boob, I'm still struggling with the concept somewhat though.

I will get it eventually though.

Forgive me Blogoshphere It's Been 5 Months Since My Last Confession..

Well it's been a long time since my last post, sorry for that guys, just been trying to work out my arse from my elbow, quite literally!

I believe my arse is what my nappy goes on and my elbow, well that elusive little devil has eluded me thus far; but I'm sure I'll find it eventually.

As you can see from the picture above I'm now into bottles, I do like a nice warm bottle of water after my food, yep I'm eating solids now, well not so much solids as mush, but it tastes nice.
Speaking of bottles mummy and daddy keep trying to sneak this kind of milk substitute into them and I'm like NO! Why the hell would I want some cheap substitute when I've got the real thing, you can't beat the boob, note to mummy & daddy; I'm not stupid, it's not big, it's not clever, give up.

This is me and a friend of mind, he doesn't say much but at least he stays in one place when I grab his face and eat his ears; unlike the cat.

Even thouugh he can be a right pain in the nappy sometimes, I do love my daddy.

Finally discovered where my feet are located, aren't they a wonderful thing?

Tasty too.

Below is me chillin on my moms in my first denim skirt

Writing My Blog

A few people have suggested that I don't actually write my blog, that it's daddy doing all the work, the cheek of it!

As you can clearly see from this picture, that is simply not true.

Sleep Paterns

Mummy and daddy keep trying to get me to sleep in my cot, which I'm pretty peeved about, why should I sleep in a basket while they get to sleep in a massive bed?

As you can see I look much happier in their bed.

Something Not Quite Right

Just when I thought I was beginning to understand the difference between mummy and daddy, I wake up to daddy feeding me! Can someone tell me what's going on? No SERIOUSLY what is going on!!? And to top it off, it tastes exactly like mummy's milk, weird.

His boob tasted a bit synthetic, anyway as this serries of pics show, I was pretty damned confused.

Mmm

Oh that's good

All Gone

Who the hell are you!?

Chillin' With Uncle P

This is me and my Uncle P at mummy's birthday, my very first party; thanks for the Vans Uncle P

Relaxing with Auntie Bonnie

This is me just before going to my first party, relaxing with Auntie Bonnie.

Vantastic!

Went to the baby centre yesterday and wore the Vans that my Uncle Patric bought me, they're pretty cool huh?

Strange Reminder

Daddy decidded to play a new trick the other day, whilst stealing my nappy away; he put some music on by Nina Simone. Which as it happens is the music that was playing while I was being born, daddy said it would chill me out.

I don't know why he thought reminding me of the most traumatic time of my life would chill me out, which is what I'm trying to tell him with this look.

funnily enough though, it did kind of work I hardly noticed the stolen nappy.

Yet Another Suitor!

OK, I'm only 4 weeks old and the parents have been trying to get me married off oh the embarrasment!