tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48170777503959231142012-02-15T06:15:32.384ZBecause babies change and get changed every dayASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-35893810611899222962008-06-21T07:02:00.002+01:002008-06-21T10:30:49.676+01:00

It's 7 am, and I've been up for 2 hours. YIHAH! OK, so I don't feel like the most popular baby this early in the day, but who cares? Did I mention it's Saturday?When I wake up, I get Mama milk first, then I play, we read a book or 2, and then I get some toast and some non-Mama milk. Life is good!Speaking of food, I think I've finally weaned Mama off purees and spoons. Well, it took ALOT of hints,

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-77457769163391390502008-06-10T21:48:00.003+01:002008-06-10T22:42:39.228+01:00

... nothing happens for a while, and then they all come along at once!So, 4 weeks ago, there I was, doing nothing. I couldn't crawl, as you'll remember from the previous episode, and I wasn't compensating by being able to add sums or speak latin or something equally useful. And then, BANG! On the day of my naming ceremony, Mama puts me down on the floor for 5 minutes and I'm off. I don't know

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-91447556694880023352008-06-03T11:22:00.003+01:002008-06-03T11:25:59.763+01:00

Mama for launching the 'HELP' appeal to help me learn how to crawlFar and Morfar for getting down with the kid on all fours and showing me how it's done (kind of...)My lovely fan-club for all your encouragements. You know I love you too!And last, but not least: Birlou-the-Dog for making me realise that you can actually be mobile on all four limbs AND look graceful. Now I just need to figure out

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-67581096536189998252008-04-24T17:09:00.002+01:002008-04-24T17:20:12.621+01:00

Calling all experienced crawlers! How the **** do you make all 4 limbs work at the same time AND keep your tummy off the ground AND go forwards? No matter how often and how long Mama leaves me to practice on this very beautiful Afghan rug... NADA! NIET! NIENTE! Do you know how frustrating that is? I mean, I'm not even trying to walk, as I've heard that 'You should crawl before you can walk'. I

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-39196128541566622892008-04-14T20:23:00.004+01:002008-04-14T20:41:41.200+01:00

Hello there! Where've you been? Oh, I was the one who was not here... right!Well, let's recap, shall we. After all, it's hard to catch up on almost 2 months' progress, so we'll make it short'n sweet. Just like me.I've been on a long holiday: first 2 weeks with Mama at Nonna and Morfar's (not so much a vacation for Mama as for some unfathomable reason I just couldn't sleep very well. At all). I

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-37336119921218664312008-02-17T21:59:00.004Z2008-02-17T22:58:51.168Z

It's a steep learning curve. Being a baby, that is. And a new mum, or so Mama tells me. Apparently you sometimes need to offer a baby the same solid 14 times before they accept it. 14 times!!! That's 13 times too many if you don't like it! And my Mama ain't got that kind of patience, so I spare her and eat most things she offers me. I LOVED the Spinach-Parsnip- Basil stuff the other day, but now

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-55142027269934240392008-02-05T14:05:00.000Z2008-02-05T14:23:39.566Z

I don't know how to count yet, but even I can see there's a discrepancy somewhere! The WHO recommends weaning little people like me at 6 months. That's 2 weeks from now, wehe! But the health visitor from the NHS calculates 4 weeks to a month, so I should have been weaned 2 weeks ago. And how about just asking me if I want to be weaned???Mama and Far read about this thing called Baby-Led Weaning,

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-26717698269280623182008-01-30T20:04:00.000Z2008-01-30T20:13:57.197Z

* Tender Loving Care I don't know what is happening at the moment, but I'm all out of sorts. During the day, I switch from Happy Smiley Baby to Evil Demon Baby in a matter of seconds. Nothing makes sense and things just seem too much suddenly. So sometimes I'm not as nice to Mama as she deserves... May I state for the record that I'll make it up to her with breakfast in bed as soon as I can: 1)

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-77145055167565274722008-01-24T16:55:00.000Z2008-01-24T17:09:40.881Z

That Mama of mine has some very peculiar ideas... Apparently, she wants to try baby-led weaning when I'm 6 months old. Well, anything where I'm the leader, I'm all for.But I just don't get her 'transition package'. The lid from a can of tuna in olive oil? Is that supposed to make me like fish or somin'? As you can see from the picture above, I'm quite puzzled by what exactly I should do with it,

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-50631589088273234452008-01-12T20:39:00.000Z2008-01-12T20:59:55.104Z

Yes, it's a bit late, but Mama says we have all kinds of good excuses. First off, we were both sick in the first 2 weeks of December, coinciding neatly with the first time we were all alone, Far being away in Malaysia for 5 days. Mama caught a nasty cold & cough in Denmark, passed it on to me where it became worse and while nursing me, she neglected her own, which jumped through the window of

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This weekend, we went to Copenhagen to see Farmor. Which means that I have now been on a plane, as well as on the Eurostar when I was just 3 weeks old. Jet-setter, me!This flying business is fan-ta-stic! Mama carried me in my red sling all along, and I fell asleep on the train out to the airport, but from the moment we stepped into the terminal at Heathrow, until we stood in line for a taxi

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-51301972080689171842007-11-27T21:23:00.000Z2007-11-27T21:35:22.119Z

My Daddy is very funny. He says his name is Far, but Mama calls him something else. Very confusing! He has a great big cartoon smile and always makes me laugh and smile. Except when he pushes my arms through my sleeves. I don't know WHAT he does, but it just doesn't do it for me. 2 days a week, Far spends alot more time at home, and Mama smiles even more. Maybe she's happy he's home, or maybe

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-10831160593957595522007-11-16T13:28:00.000Z2007-11-16T13:45:26.987Z

On the last day Nonna and Morfar were here, I started getting cranky (or so they say). They were all talking about over-stimulation and over-tiredness and giving Morfar a hard time for playing too much with me. Then on Monday, Mama and I went to baby-massage. I don't know why she keeps going, because although I love a little massage AT HOME after my evening bath, I cannot see the attraction in

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-8639511835228597012007-11-14T22:16:00.001Z2007-11-16T13:28:21.692Z

Who knew grand-parents could be so exhausting? I thought babies were supposed to be hard to keep up with, but have you tried keeping up with my Nonna and Morfar?

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-81797123788520973942007-10-28T17:18:00.000Z2007-10-31T14:08:06.815Z

It doesn't take much to impress my parents. PFF! I whack a few dangly toys hanging above me, and they go berserk! The parents, not the toys.See, they have this 'baby-gym' (at first, I thought they wanted me to lose weight, what with my dimply thighs, but in fact it's just 2 arches with tecnhicolour stuff hanging from it) and they put me down there a couple of times, but I just wasn't sure what

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-30454995594236050382007-10-18T17:53:00.000+01:002007-10-18T18:10:35.577+01:00

Mama has a cap which says 'Life is Good'. Can you believe it, she bought it before I arrived? When I was still a twinkle in her eye... Life was good BEFORE me? Boy, must it be good now!My schedule is really tough, though. See for yourself:Saturday: visit to Borough Market where we bought lots of goodies. OK, I can't taste them directly, but somehow it all distills down to me at some point. And

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-19051928337002180602007-10-11T22:40:00.000+01:002007-10-11T23:00:51.979+01:00

She is cunning, that Mama, I've got to hand it to her. I've tried to conduct a bit of guerilla crying (ostensibly there's no reason, so they both agonise over it, hihi), just for fun. After trying everything for a few days (and I mean EVERYTHING!), Mama thought she might as well try what she had vowed never to: a routine. Not being a creature of habit herself, it goes very much against the grain

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-81818445857576814362007-10-08T14:10:00.001+01:002007-10-08T14:59:31.890+01:00

Ah, what an end to the week! On Friday, the weather was glorious and we were both in a very good mood, so Mama suggested that we have lunch with Auntie Jen. A few hours later, we were 'seated' at an outside table at the local Thai place: me enjoying yet another al fresco nap, and them enjoying a red beef curry. Then Mama and I went on to Hyde Park and had a loooong walk! I really liked that,

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-35114089802034627372007-10-02T18:18:00.000+01:002007-10-02T18:30:56.690+01:00

Mama and Far are very excited about this new chair but I'm still not quite sure... Granted, its' nice to be able to look elsewhere than just upwards, but I'm in a HARNESS! What do they think I am? A horse? You can't see it on the picture, as it's covered by the blanket Mama had when she was a baby. Although I can't imagine her as a baby, hihi. I've been quite busy lately. First this chair thing.

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-23263724958462265402007-09-28T14:17:00.000+01:002007-09-28T14:22:32.301+01:00

Would you believe it? Last night I slept 7 hours straight! And apparently that wasn't enough, as today I keep taking looooong naps. Mama must have put something in the milk... Unless it's this dreadful weather? So with all that sleep I'm getting, guess who's well-rested? Mama who keeps whizzing around doing stuff and repeating that I'm a 'good girl'! Ha! Just you wait until tonight...

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-82676672643765105822007-09-26T21:51:00.001+01:002007-09-26T22:01:56.220+01:00

Hello, my name is Constance and I'm a breast-milk-oholic.Today, Mama and I went to Weight-Watchers. They don't really advertise themselves as such, but the principle is a bit the same: a group of people in a room belonging to a school/ nursery/ council, you try to wear as little as possible (in this case, my birthday suit) and you get weighed in front of everybody, then a kind lady tells you

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-42316464738694278672007-09-25T17:13:00.001+01:002007-09-25T17:22:27.106+01:00

Yesterday, I got my first convertible. Red. REALLY nice set of wheels, if I may say so myself. Mama needed to put it all together when it was delivered, so I was a nice girl and took lots of 15 minute naps. Normally, 1 or 2 a day suffice, but this was for (my) greater good.Then, when Far came home from work, we all went for a stroll. Boy, are there alot of things to look at out there!!!

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-69126357658331993652007-09-24T10:31:00.001+01:002007-09-24T10:40:58.790+01:00

Parents! Who needs them, eh?Here I am, exploring my own extremities and discovering that the bit at the end of my arm ALMOST fits into my mouth. Especially the 2 middle bits are really great. Well, of course Mama has to come and spoil it all and shove a piece of plastic in there instead. All the while grumbling something about how it's easier to take away a dummy than a thumb... Who is she

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-57434594996237419082007-09-22T18:31:00.000+01:002007-09-22T18:42:00.137+01:00

Today is a big day, apparently. Mama and Far keep talking about how I am getting new furniture, but I really don't mind getting changed on the dining room table, in view of all the neighbours, I assure them. I guess they just haven't been very organised and so it's only now they have realised that even though I'm still tiny, I nevertheless need alot of stuff of my own. Such as countless outfits,

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-77502281646523721522007-09-22T18:04:00.000+01:002007-09-22T18:14:46.271+01:00

Today something amazing happened: I was lying in my bed that swings from left to right ( I also have one that goes up and down, as well as back and forth) and was really feeling groovy. So I'm kicking and waving and the next thing I know, the heffalump hanging over me starts moving too! I had to investigate that further, so I looked around, and neither Mama nor Far were standing near me, so it

ASMOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08575292228653214585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817077750395923114.post-209929985660615652007-09-20T20:30:00.000+01:002007-09-22T18:47:51.664+01:00

I was born on Friday 17 August 2007 at 23:25 in Montlucon, France. I am therefore a Leo, although - as typical Sagittarians - my parents say they don't believe in that stuff! I weighed 3,6 kg and measured 51 cm. I thought about arriving 2 days earlier so I could celebrate Far's promotion that day, but decided that it was still nice and cosy in there, so instead my Mama had to walk up and down

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