We've created a monster

He eats everything! I always said I didn't want a picky eater (and yes I know that could all change tomorrow or the nano second he turns 2). and he isn't really. You know about the home made yoghurt... not that pudding sweet stuff you find int he supermarket... real yoghurt that has bite.,.. he eats it. But it doesn't stop there ... Oh no.

Last week he had moroccan apricot chicken casserole, stroganoff and tandoori chicken. the week previous we gave him avocado and tuna handrolls (sans seaweed) On Tuesday night he had piquant country beef with herb scones casserole. I think I made a mistake... If he likes non-boring food then guess who'll be having to come up with new things all the time... that's right me.

Oh the rods we create for our backs.

Speaking of rods... he's finally started crawling... it took lots of encouragement,... me crawling backwards from him taunting him with a bit of cheese. He complained every step of the way but the cheese prevailed and Tim figured out that forwards is more direct (but at this point not faster) than rolling. Now I can have gret fun constantly building 3 towers of blocks so he can crawl all over the living room knocking them down. Yay what fun. Soon when we're in our real house we can let him into the "great entertaining area" but first I need to find some small stubby holders for his knees.

Poor baby.

Timothy got his first (post hospital-non vaccination) band-aid yesterday evening and it was Daddy who had to have his tears wiped away.
Seems that the dear small boy was wriggling too much while Daddy was trying to trim his finger nails... poor baby, poor Daddy.
It was poor Mummy who had to find a way to stem the blood flow from his littlest finger... seriously it's impossible to put a bandaid on a baby anything let alone a finger... but I found a use for those baby mittens... put him to bed with a pair of those on to stop blood from getting everywhere, while it scabbed up.

On a brighter note the boy can officially sit up by himself without falling over (unless he decides he's tired of sitting and wants to do something else - and those falls are getting more controlled).

He has also discovered the power of the word.... Mama. Seems that whenever he says Mama he gets a response....
a) No ..it's "Daddy", son.
b) Yes Timothy ... what do you want?
c) Yes Tim, it's me
d) I'm over here
e) What's the matter
f) What?
g) enough already and learn to point!