A dogs Life

 At seven months I get introduced to Patches who belongs to Dads friend Rodney. Now I don’t mind the occasional pet like a budgie or goldfish or even the family cat. I do however draw a line at over friendly dogs trying to kiss me. Still Dad says it’s all part of growing up and building my immune system. All very well for him but this hound is a little bigger than me so just a tad intimidating. Otherwise all well and glad Dad is home after his trip to Libya.

Six Months

So I have hit the six month milestone. The scale proves I am now dead on the 6kg mark Apparently this is when I am supposed to start sitting by myself. Actually I still need a little support but am getting there. The solid food is going down a treat and my favourite is apple and paw paw. I found another nifty place to park off on Dad’s big size ten feet. I love smiling and laughing at anyone who does the same to me so it becomes contagious at times. When Dad whips out the video to record this I give him the serious stare as he still has no formal contract with me regarding filming rights.

At Last …”Real” food 02 Feb 2011

Dad took me to visit Sister Elisabeth today as I am almost six months old and have two teeth on their way. She was very happy with my progress and my weight of 6kgs. She declared that I am ready for the real thing. So tonight I had my first taste of baby cereal. Not too sure how to deal with this but I guess I could get used to it. I was shocked when Sister Elisabeth said i could chew on old chicken drum sticks. Does this mean Dad has first chew then I get the bare bone. What kind of parenting is this? I want a second opinion please!

Moms 40th

Mom always said she was going to have a massive bash for her 40th birthday. A whole Abba theme with lots of dancing and singing and all her friends. Life doesn't always work out that way and we just have to adapt and be thankful for what we have which is bountiful compared to many people on this planet. We lit a candle, had some cake and chatted about moms dreams and ambitions. 

The Great Outdoors

I think Dad is taking this green stuff too far now. He expects me to lie around outside and stare up at the clouds and trees. What if some passing bird lets loose on me?  Actually I quite enjoy it and can sustain about twenty minutes of this fresh air thing. Dad must just watch for those blood sucking mozzies which leave little bumps on me. Soon I will have the strength and ability to roll over.

Visiting Day

Today I went on a road trip. What started out as three men and a baby became two men and a baby. Dads friend Rodney had to excuse himself as he was feeling poorly. Budgie sat in the back with me while Dad did the driving. First stop was Express Media, Moms old workplace. When I arrived the work in workplace was removed as the entire office gathered round to fuss over me. With everyone wanting to hold and cuddle me it was just too much and I let out a few wails and retreated to Dads familiar arms. Not too sure of this effect I have on people but I’m sure it will dissipate  when the cuteness factor wears off. After that it was back into the secure car seat and off to Salt Rock to visit good friends. What a busy day! Thanks once again to Express Media for the supply of nappies they presented me.

Trees are Us

Dad says I have to plant at least one tree per year. He started me off by planting  this Wild Pear (Dombeya rofundifolia). It will grow to about five meters and have lots of pretty white flowers in the spring. The bark can even be used for heart and stomach complaints. Dad believes trees are the most important thing in the world and without them life will not survive. I can see I still have so much to learn. I already know that I can spend hours lying on the grass outside just staring up at the trees moving with the wind. I am so lucky I don’t live in a concrete jungle.