baaaaack again!

hello everybody!!!!!!!!!

(say this crazily like grover does on play with me sesame)

we're back apres-singapore-holiday

and what a fabulouso time mama and i had

(not sure about papa - he was on 24 hour duty:

the man gets a holiday when he goes back to work)

mumsy went sleeping, eating and shopping berserky (in that order)

and i was the attention seeker and receiver from everyone

what a change of the usual one-to-one sessions at home with mama

i will detail my adventures to you in upcoming blogs...

in the meantime here i am in my chinese regalia

with poh poh, tai poh and kong kong

foamy fave

you would think that bathtime
means foamy fun
but for me
it means mama's pink
foam toe separators
which i just love
chewing and sucking on
whilst in the bath
papa put the flannel
on my head
to see if i looked
more babyish
less toddlerish
without hair
what do you reckon?

p.s. i am going on holiday for 3 weeks
to visit Kong Kong and Poh Poh
so if i get the chance i may put some posts up
if not, it will mean i am having too much fun...

nannup #3

papa thought i should post this picture
of the three families
sitting on uncle phil's bench
at blackwood river drive on nannup

so here are the noonans, cutts and chansburys

taken by aunty vicu

late in november 2006

it was a lovely trip

phone-addiction

i have a confession
i am an utter
telephone addict
it must have something to do
with boys liking
things with buttons
to press
everytime i see it
or hear it
i go beserk
trying to get
hold of it
to eat it
and poke at it
it's the same
with remote controls
much to the amusement
and consternation
of mama and papa

manbag

i rather enjoy
being useful
sometimes

like being
papa's
manbag
ha ha ha ha ha

(only when i wear them overalls, that is)

commando crawl

i am developing at a rate of knots these days
so on top of all that pulling up and standing
i am now also able to crawl (woo hoo!)
i do this with both my arms and just the right leg
i tend to drag the left one along
so it looks rather odd (yet strangely compelling)
and not only does it make this weird squeaking noise
(which heralds my whereabouts)
but causes blisters on my foot too
being an individual i'd like to think
my unusual gait is special
mama and papa think it hilarious
and so they sing that silly rolf harris ditty
'i'm jake the peg diddle-diddle-dum...'
i don't care...
so as long as i can zoom about
and get into all sorts of things
i am happy as a (squeaky) lark