We visited Heronswood for Grammy's birthday and had a lovely day perusing the gardens.
I had my first official public meltdown after our dinner for Grandpa's birthday. I lasted all through dinner (refusing to nap, as I usually do) but lost it just as Aunty Katie, Uncle Marcus, Ma and Pa were sitting down to desert.
I have gone from smiling to out-and-out laughing. I started slowly with a few chuckles here and there (which sounded like dorky, staccato growls) to squealing, pealing laughter.
I just figured out puppies live in our house, and I love them. Any time they are allowed near me they sniff, paw and (try to) lick me. I spend a lot of time watching them.
I have taken to the Jolly Jumper with glee.
We've kept hanging out at mother's group, and I like it a lot. Every week me and the other babies stare at each other more and more. We're getting very curious about each other.
I like to hang out at the park, walking around the lake and watching the variety of ducks, geese, swans and water fowl that live along the water.
Sadly I've grown out of the baby bath (until I can sit up in it on my own) and instead I take a shower with Ma or Pa every night. I love the feeling of water pattering all over me.
I'm now able to pick up my own toys and hold them. I love Sophie the giraffe, and happily spend around an hour a day playing with the toys that dangle from my play mat.
I met yet another senator. Pa's friend Senator Scott Ludlam came over and we hung out.
We now have a regular book we read before sleeping every night, Snug As A Hug, and when I see it I settle down with contented cooing. Other favourite books at the moment are Penguin by Polly Dunbar (which Grammy bought for me on one of our excursions) and Giraffes Can't Dance by Giles Andreae. Todd Parr is still my favourite.
So now the list of places I've been breastfed is getting long and includes an apple orchard, a beach, the car, country lanes, the drive-in, cafes, CERES, the park and the pub. This is us at Cherchez la Femme feeding in the back corner.
I now notice music played for me. I still get sung Go To Sleep You Little Baby every night, and we also listen to a lot of Josh Pyke or Ma's favourite Thelonious Monk tracks.
Like Pa, I'm already addicted to technology. Anything with moving images draws my attention instantly.
I'm still sleeping really well at nights but not so much with naps during the day. We're working on it.