9 Months 4 Weeks

Daddy, Mummy and I took a few days away from home and went up the coast to stay at Steve's and Leanne's place. All the parents went out, I stayed with the kids and the nanny. Daddy and Steve got home in the early hours of the morning, a little drunk I think. I could see their pain during the next day.

The second day was New Years Eve. We all headed up to North Entrance to watch the fireworks. There was a lot of pretty colours in the sky, but the loud noises scared me at times as you can see. I was holding onto Mummy with all my strength.

9 Months 4 Weeks

A nice tradition commenced today, Dad and me watching the Boxing Day Test Match. I was dragged into this and do not have much say, but I have to give my Daddy something. Mummy was not to impressed with the concept, but I think that she does not have much say on this issue.

Later in the afternoon, we went to Andrew and Michelle's place, you guessed it, we watched some more cricket. However there was little surprise for them, I stood up on my own, well for about five seconds. But everyone was excited.

9 Months 3 Weeks

I make Nanny look good

9 Months 3 Weeks

Wow look at the present Santa got me

9 Months 3 Weeks

CHRISTMAS DAY

No Pictures No Pictures Daddy woke me up and I have not have time to fix myself and besides I have a pimple on my chin.

9 Months 3 Weeks

I met up with my Daddy's family today to have an early Christmas. There were so many people around and I felt a little lost. It took me a while to settle into my routine and become the most loved one again. My Aunties keep holding me and telling me how cute I am, this is starting to become so repetitive I think that I may become tired of this................ummmm well no keep it going.

Santa came along later in the night, I was told he made a special appearance and he gave me heaps of presents. I think that I am slowly getting use to this.

9 Months 2 Weeks

My official visit with Santa today. I asked him for many things on Christmas, Daddy told me to ask him for a little brother or sister but I don't know what Mummy thinks of that.

I was very good when I met Santa. I did not cry or was I scared of him, the other kids who sat with him were crying for some reason. I just looking at his big white beard.