I am officially a big porkie pig apparently. I went with mummy and Harriet to the doctor's yesterday, and they weighed me.
I was a whole 12lb 4oz, so I'm nearly a teenager, and I'm off the 9th centile line and heading towards the 25th centile. I'm being a good girl and drinking my milk well, even though I've had a cold, so I can't suck very well with my nose being all blocked up. I didn't drink my milk very well on Saturday night when mummy was away though. Daddy and Granny Judy tried to give me milk from a bottle, and I didn't like it one bit. I got very cross and daddy eventually had to syringe milk down my throat. I was so exhausted from my protestations that I fell asleep and didn't wake up until mummy came home at 2am, and got me up to give me some milk.
I was very pleased to see her, and drank a lot I can tell you. I've started getting very vociferous. I'm gurgling and chatting a lot to mummy, daddy and Harriet and anyone else who will listen. I get very excited when mummy and daddy make noises back at me. I've also started thinking about grabbing and sucking things. I love sucking my fingers, and also grabbing my muslin or blanket and putting them in my mouth - it's a great way to discove
r new textures. We're off on holiday on Friday and I'm going to get to meet one of my Great Grannys up in Durham. I'm very excited. I'm going to wear a special new dress for the occasion. I'm nearly out of my 0-3 month clothes now because I'm getting so big, so mummy is going to have to buy me some more. Harriet borrowed clothes from her friend Poppy when she was my age, so she hasn't got many 'hand me downs' for me. I'm not complaining, I love having new clothes. I suspect I'll have my fair share of second hand ones as I get older, so I'd better make the most of it!
I was a whole 12lb 4oz, so I'm nearly a teenager, and I'm off the 9th centile line and heading towards the 25th centile. I'm being a good girl and drinking my milk well, even though I've had a cold, so I can't suck very well with my nose being all blocked up. I didn't drink my milk very well on Saturday night when mummy was away though. Daddy and Granny Judy tried to give me milk from a bottle, and I didn't like it one bit. I got very cross and daddy eventually had to syringe milk down my throat. I was so exhausted from my protestations that I fell asleep and didn't wake up until mummy came home at 2am, and got me up to give me some milk. 
I was very pleased to see her, and drank a lot I can tell you. I've started getting very vociferous. I'm gurgling and chatting a lot to mummy, daddy and Harriet and anyone else who will listen. I get very excited when mummy and daddy make noises back at me. I've also started thinking about grabbing and sucking things. I love sucking my fingers, and also grabbing my muslin or blanket and putting them in my mouth - it's a great way to discove
r new textures. We're off on holiday on Friday and I'm going to get to meet one of my Great Grannys up in Durham. I'm very excited. I'm going to wear a special new dress for the occasion. I'm nearly out of my 0-3 month clothes now because I'm getting so big, so mummy is going to have to buy me some more. Harriet borrowed clothes from her friend Poppy when she was my age, so she hasn't got many 'hand me downs' for me. I'm not complaining, I love having new clothes. I suspect I'll have my fair share of second hand ones as I get older, so I'd better make the most of it!
Hello you pretty girl.
ReplyDeleteThank you for a lovely time at the weekend and all those wonderful smiles. Maybe Santa will read your blog and bring you some new clothes!
lots of love & kisses
Granny J x x x x x