in training

so yesterday we got back from a couple of days at Camp Stillwood. i got to sleep in my travel cot which wasn't so bad, since mom remembered to bring my sleeping bag, night light, monitor and Hey Hey as well as my stroller, several changes of clothes and lots of wipes, diapers and of course my pyjamas. there was even space in the car for dad which was just as well because he had lots of meetings to go to.

these sectional pastors of the BC and Yukon district of the PAOC were truly an inspiration: breakfast (cooked, of course, with cereal, bagels, fresh fruit and yoghurt to follow) at 8.30am, a mid-morning snack at 10.30am, lunch at 12 ( anyone for roast beef and yorkshire pudding?) with dessert, afternon tea at 3.15pm, dinner (3 courses) at 5pm, and then cinnamon rolls and cookies later in the evening because 5pm is a bit early to be eating really.

personally i can still only manage eating every three hours, but maybe when i'm a bit older i'll be able to eat enough to be a PAOC pastor

made to walk ..

.. so obviously i'm not walking yet, although in talking with a bunch of my friends on thursday, it appears many of them are rolling over. i tend to roll off things - pillow, dad, and maybe the sofa if someone left me to my own devices for a while. however generally rolling over is not possible - arms get in the way and stuff. also i'm heavier than you're average bear, so it's quite an effort.

standing: OK when supported by exersaucer, sitting: OK when mom holds my arms, crawling: no idea. enjoying been "thrown around" by dad a bit, sometimes i chuckle which is loads of fun. i'm actually pretty strong.

but of course my speciality is drooling and dribbling. do they make funky skater bibs? my fashionable clothing is rather lost under ASDA's own plain ones. here's a photo to make you smile .. maybe a caption competition again? the last pic was a difficult one to caption, although you all did really well. dad couldn't think of a single one last time. pah.

what a hero!

so it's 2.30am and mom's got a migraine and is half paralyzed. hero number one is dad - he found the drugs :) and held a cold wet cloth on mom's head whilst hero number two - Joel - managed to latch on and feed himself in the pitch dark in a somewhat unusual position. hero number three is mom who managed not to be sick on Joel's head in the process!

February 29th

so today should have been my four month birthday. did i get a cake and candles? no. did we have a party? no. and why not? because february only has 28 days. that's not fair. why can't january and march both have 30 days and give february the extra two? that way i could have had my birthday cake and a party, instead of which mom took me to IKEA and the doctor.

the doctor started off OK. she said "wow, those six months have gone quickly". mom gently corrected her that actually i was only four months old, or at least i would have been if it wasn't for the february thing. she didn't have to explain the whole missing the party thing to the doctor though, so maybe it's just one of the unfair things in life that grownups have come to accept?

we did the weigh-in: i'm 8kg (17lbs 12) and 27 inches tall (69cm). that would explain why some of my clothes are supposed to be for a one year old. my head is now a massive 48.5cm around, catching up with dad fast who's 58cm.

i was kind of wondering why dad had come to the doctor too. it turns out mom didn't want to have to hold me down this time while i had my vaccinations. wise woman, my mom.