Riding High (13 months)

I must say the view from up here is interesting. Right now I think I have a lot more hair than Dad does. Then again I have never had a haircut in thirteen months.  Weighing in at 8.2 kgs I am now crawling around the house in my own inimitable fashion. Dad is sure relieved and I suppose now he expects me to start talking and walking. In the meantime we await the big appointment with the clever doctor on 24 October when once and for all we will dissect all those scans and reports. I have news for him though as I know i will pass with flying honors.