Archive for August, 2008

Look how long I am!

August 31, 2008

My mummy got out her special measuring caterpillar to see how long I am.  The caterpillar is really clever, it can measure in both American and Australian measurements (just like WIM, that computer system mummy used to work on). I am 60cm long, if I was in America I’d be 24 inches (0′ 24″).

I have grown sooo much

I have grown sooo much

I had a staring competition with my lion

August 31, 2008

The other day I had a staring competition with my lion, and I was doing really well, I was on my tummy and I was holding my head up really well and staring hard and my lion, he just wouldn’t give up!

look into my eyes, look into my eyes

look into my eyes, look into my eyes

That wallaby I wanted for lunch

August 31, 2008
Me and Mummy with the wallaby

Me and Mummy with the wallaby

I’m having lunch with Gran and Grandpa at Monarto Zoo

August 31, 2008

We went to Monarto Zoo for Gran’s birthday. We went on a bus tour and saw lots of good options for lunch. Gran had a lion burger and Grandpa had a giraffe steak. I was quite keen on having wallaby, but it is just milk, milk, milk for me.

Having lunch with gran and grandpa

Having lunch with gran and grandpa

I wore daddy out

August 16, 2008

So, it was the 27th round of “we’re happy when we having fun” song, sung by that big dog in the middle of the red and white musical tower, and I looked over and daddy was asleep. Then I looked up, and mummy snapped me. Wish they’d stop sneaking around with that camera!

I wore daddy out

I wore daddy out

Chillin’ with my mum

August 16, 2008

Here I am just chillin’ – well, actually, I think the word should be toastin’ with my mum in this lovely, snuggly, cuddly, warm pink thing they have me wrapped in. Ahhhhh

Chillin with my mum

Chillin with my mum

Have you got me?

August 5, 2008

Yes, I like bath time but when your life is entrusted into somebody else’s slippery hands, it pays to keep focussed on them to make sure they know you are there and don’t let you slip. It must happen often because I have heard that some people throw babies out with the bath water. So excuse me while I am concentrating – it’s a matter of life and death!

Have you got me?

Have you got me?

I am not high maintenance

August 5, 2008

See, I am not high maintenance. Just plop me down anywhere and I will amuse myself. In this shot, I am perched on the old Singer sewing machine with a view out the window to the cat, sitting perched atop the Rheem hot water service. Seems the cat is low maintenance too!

I am not high maintenance

I am not high maintenance

Sunday morning coming down

August 5, 2008

This was my first sleep in the “big bed”. I think mummy had gone to get my breakfast.

Sunday morning coming down

Sunday morning coming down