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At Long Last...

On 27 March 2006, I finally started walking completely independently of Mamma, Daddy, Nonna or any passing adult! I still like holding their hands, but at least now I don't need to.

The garden looks like an exciting place to explore. Even if Daddy hasn't planted anything this year because of the move, there are still a few crocuses that popped through. I love pointing at them and going 'Flaaah' (flower).

When I was ill with chickenpox and my tummy bugs, Mamma and Daddy let me watch television and the Balamory karaoke animations on the CBeebies website. I really love the songs on this show! So much, in fact, that whenever I find myself in the computer room I point at the computer and shout 'Baaal' to encourage said parent to pick me up and show me the animations. Daddy likes the 'Follow The Clue' song with PC Plum; my favourite is Miss Hoolie's 'Playday'. I also enjoy the songs on the Boogie Beebies website too - 'The Kangaroo', 'Barnyard Boogie' and 'Go Go Mango' are my favourites.

After foolishly introducing me to the CBeebies website, my parents are now trying to ween me off of it.

Like most small children I have a bedtime routine. Much to the horror of my parents I have also developed a night-time routine too.

6.45pm to 7.15 pm Bathtime! Daddy gives me a bath and I have a little splash about. The purpose of this is to allow me wind down after a tiring day playing and shouting at people. That's the theory at least. At 7.15 pm I usually start shouting at Daddy to get me out of the bath.

7.15 to 7.30 pm Daddy and Mamma get me ready for bed. This means: drying me off, dressing me, brushing my hair, cough medicine (if needed), Calpol/Nurofen (if teething), brushing my teeth followed by the nirvana of my bedtime bottle. I really enjoy my bedtime bottle, especially since Mamma and Daddy switched from formula to full cream organic cow milk. It almost makes the medicine taking and teeth brushing worth all that yelling.

7.30 pm to Midnight -ish Sleep.

Midnight -ish Wake up demanding milk. If my parents are lucky then I will drink my milky and go back to sleep without complaint. If they are unlucky I will drink the milky then yell at them. There are usually two reasons: 1 - having the audacity to make me sleep in my own bed rather than on Mamma's or Daddy's very comfortable laps and 2 - my poor teeth are hurting. My personal best for continuous night-time yelling currently stands at two hours.

5 am -ish Wake up for a little squeak. If I time this just right, my parents will arrive in my room to check on me at approximately the same time as I manage to fall asleep again. This means that they are now (almost) too awake to go back to sleep, but it is still too early to get up.

6 am -ish Hooray! Daddy-zombie will collect me and take me to Mamma-zombie so I can have my first bottle of yummy cow juice of the day. Yum!

6.20 am Boing! Bottle finished, so it's time to play. At this point every morning my parents wish that I will go back to sleep for another hour, just like I did when I was newborn. Yeah, right!

6.45 am If I feeling charitable, I'll go back to sleep for another half hour to let Mamma have a little rest. Daddy usually has to start getting ready for work at this time. If Nonna is staying with us, she will take me downstairs to play.

The fun thing about all of this is that I get into a routine then, just when my parents are able to predict when I will wake up, something happens that changes the whole routine. The usual suspects are tummy bugs, colds and (my personal bugbear) teething.

Uncle Albert

As any fule kno, my Mamma is Sicilian and my Daddy is British. But is there a hitherto unsuspected German Physicist side to my heritage? Below is a recent picture of me along with one of professional clever-clogs, Albert Einstein. Let's compare and contrast... Wild hair - check. Wide eyed expression - check. Long, wobbly tongue - check. Ability to perform really hard sums - errmmmm... Maybe not.

Hey it could have been worse. Daddy could have been really cruel and found a picture of Gene Simmons - that generiatic tongue waggler from dodgy rock band KISS - and pretended there was a similarity. Which there is most certainly NOT, Daddy, before you get any bright ideas.

Little Miss Brainy	Mr. Clever

Mother's Day (Part 1)

This year, Mothering Sunday was on Sunday 26th March in the UK. With Daddy's help I got her a big box of chocolate from Hotel Chocolat and a lovely Hello Kitty record bag. Daddy says that I was supposed to let Mamma have a rest on Mothering Sunday. Was I? No-one told me. Anyway, the Italian Mothering Sunday is on 14th May. Daddy is hoping that I will be more accommdating then. Let's see, shall we?

Giulia is modelling her Mamma's new Hello Kitty bag. Mamma doesn't realise it yet but this bag is now Giulia's.

House Moving Update

Nonna returned to Italy on 26th March. She will return one week before our house move. I'm so pleased that I'm seeing lots of her nowadays!

Photos From March 2006

			BA-LA-MO-RY! Nonna learns how to appreciate the Josie Jump song.
			Thank you Uncle Barrie and Auntie Jackie for my HUGE duck!
			My table manners are getting a bit better, aren't they?
			I've almost perfected my innocent, soulful expression.

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