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 You've Got More Rabbit
Than Sainsbury's...
I have
become quite the little chatterbox! I like to have long, detailed
conversations with Mamma and Daddy where I gurgle, squeak
and babble. My parents listen patiently to me then try to
reply. Unfortunately they don't seem to understand my private
language (Giuliano), so we often talk at cross-purposes. I
said my first proper word - 'Ma ma ma ma ma' - just after
we got back from Centerparcs
last month. I haven't decided yet whether this is my name
for Mamma or for milky, so for now I'll keep my parents guessing.
By 8th June I had said my second word - 'Mummy'. Apparently
I say this word in a distinctively English accent. Mamma is
really happy that my first two words were to do with her.
Daddy is now spending twenty minutes every day trying to encourage
me to say 'Daddy'.
 Things I Like
Now that
I have learnt how to grab and hold things I have started to
explore the world around me. Admittedly there are some things
that I like more than others. Some of these things are a little
(ahem) unusual...
For example:
- Feet.
My feet, Mamma's feet, Daddy's feet, feet belonging to any
passing relative or stranger... I love them all. Picture
this situation... I am playing on my blanket on the floor
of the lounge and someone sits on the sofa. You can guarantee
that within thirty seconds I will be laying in front of
them twiddling their toes, making happy squeaky noises and
belly-flopping like a sealion. I get equally excited by
socks and slippers. Thinking about it, I prefer other peoples'
feet to my own, mostly because it's less effort to
play with them.
- Paper.
I have become a bit of a menace whenever I am out
in my baby carrier with Daddy. Whenever we are in a shop
or in an office, I often find myself at counter height.
More often or not, there is paper there - brochures, forms,
wrapping tissue, newspapers, appointment books - I'm not
fussy. At the first opportunity my little hands will reach
out and grab the first papery thing I can reach, which I
will then crumple, rip and attempt to put in my mouth.
- Remote
Controls. I have learnt that apart from being brightly
coloured and covered with buttons, these fantastic devices
have a profound effect on televisions, DVD players, stereos,
satellite receivers and other electronic doodads. They can
turn these devices on and off, increase or decrease the
volume and even change what is being shown or played. My
parents have learnt to hide the TV remote from me when they
want to watch something.
- Telephones.
My parents have two cordless telephones, both of which look
a bit like remote controls. Best of all, they talk to other
people using them. Of course I want to join in... So they
have bought me a childrens' version of their telephone.
The coloured lights are brighter and the buttons are bigger,
but my telephone doesn't have the voices of Uncle Stephen
and Nonna coming out of it. Until my telephone does this
I'd much rather play with the real thing, thank you very
much.
It's For Yoo-Hoo!
When
I was born, a mobile ringtone advert started in the UK featuring
an
annoying blue frog impersonating a motorcycle. This advert
for 'The Crazy Frog' has had saturation placement on most
of the satellite channels ever since. The fiends behind the
frog have recently released a song where this frog does his
motorcycle ding-ding-dinging to a cover version of Axel F.
To Daddy's horror, sufficient people have bough it to make
number
one in the UK singles chart.
Imagine
what effect the exposure to this frog would have on my nascent
mind... My parents have noticed that whenever the frog comes
on, I am transfixed, as though I am hypnotised. Also, some
of my babbling sounds uncannily like... The Crazy Frog. Arrrgghhhh!
Just for
the record, here is what I have to say on the matter...
Beh-ding
ding ding ding dididing ding bing bing pscht
Dorhrm bom bom bedom bem bom bedom bom bum ba ba bom bom
Bouuuuum bom bom bedahm, Bom be barbedarm bedabedabedabeda
Bbrrrrrimm bbrrrrramm bbbrrrr aammmmm ddddddraammm
Bah bah baah baah ba wheeeeeee-eeeee-eeeee!
I'm A Pirana. They're In
The Amazon.*
I have
been in a really grumpy mood recently and my parents have
just managed to work out why. On my bottom jaw, my first incisor
is starting to appear! You can just about see the edge of
the tooth just beneath the gum line if you look carefully
enough.
This development
really worries Mamma because I am still breastfeeding.
*
Mamma and Daddy have learnt to be careful around me while
I'm teething. Any passing fingers that stray too close to
my little hands tend to end up in my mouth and thoroughly
chomped.
And... She's Off!
I'm now
officially crawling; my top speed is about one metre every
five seconds. This means that it is time to Giulia-proof the
house. The plan is to put a fireguard on the gas fire (shame!
- those fake black coals look fantastic fun), a stair guard
at the top and bottom of the stairs, a guard across the door
to the nursery and a moveable guard across the kitchen entrance
to stop me crawling near where my yum-yums are made. In addition,
all plug sockets will have special plastic covers, all cupboards
will be locked and I will be 'strongly encouraged' to stay
in the Giulia-friendly zone in the living room.
My parents
are no fun at all.
Photos From June 2005
Here are
some more pictures of me doing cute stuff.
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Hard
at work. Those rattles won't spin themselves you know.
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These
photos were taken just before I visited the Beastie Under
The Bed (relative of the Little
Monster Under The Sofa). |
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I've
been swimming so I'll be ready for my return to Italy
in September! All together now... Giulia, Ready, Go! <SPLASH!> |
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This
is my cute pink dress that I will be christened in. |
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