Hi everyone Well, another month of development has just passed me by. As mummy begins to balloon (I mean "blossom"), I'm still learning about a lot of things.... First, there is the old wive's tale that once you turn 2, you are half your adult height. For me, 2 is another 2 months away - that means that I'm currently going to be something like 6 foot 3 inches - but I'm going to put a lot of effort into my growth over the next 2 months to see if I can improve on the figure. Now, I've also discovered that there is a very close correlation between index finger and nostril diameter. I do hope that the correlation remains the same as I grow since I recently discovered the joys of semi-permanently housing the tip of my index finger there. I also discovered that the correlation is personal since my finger has too much space when I stick it up mummy's and daddy's noses, whilst there is hardly enough space in Roge's and Ellie's noses. The strange thing is that the reverse is true when it comes to their ears - I can snugly fit my index finger up to the second knuckle in mummy's and daddy's ears - but I need a stick to reach the bottom of Roge's and Ellie's ears. Nature is very strange.... Another thing I've learnt is that there are certain "baby skills" that have been largely lost in the transition of people from baby to adult. This became quite apparent when I was in the bath with daddy. There I was blissfully blowing bubbles with my mouth. Now, daddy might be good at a lot of things, but bubble blowing isn't one of them - the best he could do was a frothy mass of bubbles around his mouth (like he was trying to eat too much frog spawn at a single sitting). Daddy could not match my elegant bubble blowing capabilities. Of course, mummy was better at it (she can even fit some of my plastic juggling balls in her mouth!), but elegance was certainly lacking. It was at that point that I realised that mummies and daddies can't do everything - I was a little sad. There appear to be a large number of other skills that have been lost. For example, just last week I was standing on a kitchen chair, whilst mummy and daddy turned away for an instant.... By the time they had turned back I was lodged upside down balancing on my head between the chair and the kitchen cupboards. Once given a bee-bix, I was as good as new. That got me to wondering why daddy ended up having his arm in plaster for a month after falling through our next door neighbour's roof (well may you ask what he was doing there in the first place). Daddy could learn a lot from me, I feel. Other news is that I'm going to get a grown-up bed without bars on it. We've been looking for awhile now and pretty much concluded on the type of bed. Basically it needs to be big enough and sturdy enough to house daddy - he said that if I start sleeping in his bed - he'd move into mine (can't wait to get rid of the bars). It seems that daddy doesn't like me lying sideways in his bed and waking him by kicks to his groinal region and smacks to his closed eyes. We've also been reading a lot about bears, goats, pigs, hares, porridge, mice etc. in a nightly story reading. The funny thing is that I don't think that the stories should be read to children - it doesn't bother me too much because I mainly entertain dad by saying "roar", "miaow", "woof", "maaa" etc. as the context requires. But, the death and destruction in these stories would mean that if they were shown on television, they would have a rating of at least: AO (adults only) Frequent Violence and Fowl Language (Clucky Lucky will have a speaking role) Some viewers may be distressed by some depictions shown. Personally, I'd prefer to watch the nightly news than to have to listen to the tales of the devastation to pig homes and their edible nature in the name of fairy tales! Well, until next time, Elliot.
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