Saturday, 8 January 2011

New Year, new me!

I've not been very good at writing in my blog lately, because there is so much happening in real life I can't find the time, but I thought I should update it a bit now.

I am now 17 months, and Dadda says I am a 'proper little girl' now. I am walking and running everywhere, and really enjoy walking into town with Mumma. People think I would get tired, but I don't really, as long as we have some breaks. It takes us 20 minutes in the pram, and 45 minutes if we walk, so just popping to Waitrose takes us over two hours, but it is so much fun!

I like to stop and look at things regularly, maybe a leaf, or a cat, or some grass. I do like brightly coloured rubbish like sweet wrappers, but Mumma says I can't pick them up, only leaves, stones or sticks.

Ooh! Sticks! I love sticks! It is super-fun to collect sticks on our walks. Sometimes I pick them up and carry them for ages, sometimes I throw them down after a few steps, and sometimes I just examine them very carefully before putting them back down, but it is always fun.

And Waitrose is fun too. Mumma often lets me walk round the shop while she uses the pram as a trolley, and so I get to run around and pick things off shelves. She never seems to want to buy the things that I pick though. Last time we went I wanted some tomatoes, some carrots, some apples and some dog food puches and tins, but Mumma said we had carrots and apples, and that we don't have a dog. Spoilsport.

So I am a really good walker now. I also have new shoes! I used to have what they call Cruisers, for babies who are almost walking but also doing some crawling. And then my feet didn't grow so Mumma said I had to keep those. They were OK, but they had rubbery toes so sometimes made me trip over, and they were babyish.

But Mumma took me to be measured this week and my feet had grown a whole size! I am now a 3.5F and I got some lovely black patent T-bar shoes with flowers on and, get this, FLASHING LIGHTS in the heels.

Mumma didn't want the flashing lights but they can't be turned off, so I am all sparkly-disco when I walk.

As well as walking, I also do lots of talking. Mumma looked it up on the internet and says that I talk at the rate of an average two to two-and-a-half-year-old. Wevs. I just like doing it. My friend Ashton talks as much as I do, but some of my friends don't even say Mama yet so we are all different. I think talking is my 'thing'.

As well as loads of words (well over 80 now Mumma reckons) I have started to put them together, so I can say 'pick up dadda' and 'night night Mumma' and 'sit there' and 'sit down' and 'more cheese' (very useful, that one).

Mumma used to write them all down but says she has given up as there are too many. I try and learn at least two words a day, usually more. The other day I learned 'coot' and 'squirrel' and my friend Harry's name.

I have loads of teeth now too. My 'missing' toothe came through the other day and I have my last two eye teeth coming as well, so there are only the last four molars to come. We all hate teeth coming because it makes me cross and ill and I sleep really badly, but hopefully it will be over soon.

I have moved on with my favourite toys now as well. I used to love my stacking cups but I don't play with them at all now.

I love my peg jigsaw which Gar (Grandma) taught me to do, and I absolutely love books. Mumma gets me new ones from Oxfam Bookshop quite often and I get very attached to them. My top one right now is called Slobcat and I take it everywhere with me.

So that is me. Oh yes. I also really really love picking my outfit every day. Once we have put it on I stand back and smooth it down and say 'ooh' then I go and look in the mirror. Mumma worries that I am becoming too vain but I just like to take pride in my appearance.Nothing wrong with that!

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