Penny – Week 34

grabby mcgrab grabberson. standing at the coffee table.

Being on holiday is awesome, because I get to play at the beach and eat sand and splash in the rockpools, and we got to stay in a whole new house with new fun things to climb up and fall off and chew on, oh and also they wanted me to sleep in some weird mesh box and I wasn’t having any of that. So I got pushed around in the pram a lot and I slept between Mum and Dad at night and got to have aaaaaaaall the milky-milk I wanted so that I didn’t scream and wake up Granny and Grandad. Winning.

So now climbing up on things is my favourite thing, and sometimes (a lot of the time) I fall down and I hurt myself and what’s with that? I hate being on my back, like, ever, so I sleep on my left side or on my tummy and don’t even talk to me about nappy changes. One time I pooped so much and squirmed so hard that Mum had to put me in the bath.

My night schedule goes something like this: bed at 7pm (I complain about it), wake up at 9pm, 11pm, 12am, and 1am, taking about 20-30 minutes to go back to sleep each time. Then at 3am I wake up and decide I don’t want to go back to sleep any more. So I stay up. Until 5am. No amount of milk, or jiggling, or shooshing, or patting, or rocking, or Mum sitting on the floor by my cot crying is going to convince me that this is unacceptable. One morning we went outside at 4am and saw a possum walking along the fence. Then Mum put me in the car and we drove around the dark, deserted streets until the sun came up.

 

 

Penny – Week 33

I must admit I thought sand would taste better than this.

For the first time ever, I didn’t sleep for an entire day. It was too hot and I was too miserable. My gums hurt. Mum and Dad tried to rub weird-tasting stuff into my mouth, and squirt horrible medicine down my throat, and give me things to chew that I didn’t want. Now I have two hard little white toothy pegs peeking through at the bottom of my mouth. They make me cry a lot. I hate them.

I can climb and pull myself up to stand now, so that is pretty much what I want to do 24 hours a day. My preferred way to sit is now high on my knees with my butt perched on my little feet. I am strong enough to hold myself up on my hands and knees. I think about crawling a lot, but I’m not entirely sure how to do it. I sway back and forth a bit but it is still much easier to crawl on my belly.

I had a naming ceremony and lots of people came and cooed at me in my little blue and white dress which I had a great time getting watermelon all over (I’m allowed to eat that again). I made a lot of noise while the celebrant apparently said some very lovely things (it was boring, my story was much better). Then I went on my first holiday, down to Gerroa on the south coast. More on that next week.

Penny – Week 32

Want it. In my mouth. So badly.

This week some new people arrived, called Granny and Grandad! I think they must be famous because I’ve seen them on a tv show called skype. It’s a great show but they are much more fun in person. They play with me a lot and take me on walks and talk to me with a funny accent. I love them.

I now commando crawl with such determination that I have blisters on my toes. Mum says they are the hardest working toes in all of Dulwich Hill.

I am waking up more at night time again. Mum used to think that three times in the night was a lot, well, I showed her! But it is dark and I can’t get back to sleep and I know she is just in the next room so if I cry loudly enough somebody will come and cuddle me and that’s nice. Sleeping is for chumps anyway. During the day I am stretching from three naps down to two naps, so there is more time to play! I have also started to pull myself up to a standing position, if there is someone nearby that I can lean on.

Also, do you know about these animals called DOGS? They are THE BEST. They are furry and happy and slobbery and jumpy and yappy and crazy. I LOVE THEM.

Penny – Week 31

I am seven months old now. I wake up at 5.30am every morning. I can finally move from a sitting position onto my belly without slamming my face into the ground, which is nice. My latest obsession is the pin that locks the window and I want to try and pull it out every day. I have figured out how to crawl on my belly from one room to another – hey! I’m in the kitchen now! – and am doing lots of excellent fun things like pulling draws open, pulling glasses off people’s faces, and stuffing loads of food into my mouth every meal time and choking. I’m not really sure what choking is but I don’t like it very much. A couple of times Mum has had to pick me up and thump me on the back. I’m not allowed to have watermelon any more.