What Syon Did Next

Since my last post, I have clocked a few more firsts.

I am now turning over on to my stomach and trying to crawl. I can’t really get anywhere much yet but everyone says I’m doing things before my time and it won’t be long before I can walk. At the moment though, I find it frustrating not to be able to go places, and occasionally my attempts end in tears. I also intend to learn to get on the big chair in front of the computer by myself as soon as possible, so Mommy can stop taking credit for helping me with my blog more than she actually does (don’t get me wrong, I love Mommy to bits, but she does exaggerate)!

I also have plenty to say. To the casual observer, my conversations with Mommy or Daddy might sound like this:
Me: Oi ei ooh ga ga
Them: Is it time for your nappy change, Sweetheart?
Me: Oooh henga ham ei oi eh eh
Them: Milk, you want milk, Baby?
Me: Aah goo ga humma Mom
Them: Poor Babes, isn’t Panda playing with you?
But it’s just a cover for those deep meaningful discussions of ours' that could attract the wrong kind of attention (you know the kind I mean, the ‘Oxbridge Scouting Committee for Prodigal Babies’ and that sort of thing).
In reality, our conversations go like this:
Me: So, you say that Stonehenge was a centre for healing but I still feel the temple theory has more credibility.
Them: Recent research would suggest, however, that the ailing travelled to Stonehenge from all over Europe including the ‘Amesbury Archer’ from Switzerland.
Me: Ah, but haven’t the very ill always congregated at places of worship in the hope of a miracle cure?
etc...

People are always telling Mommy and Daddy that I will be speaking in no time. I never bother to correct them; I am already speaking, just not in their tongue. They get all excited when I say ‘Mom’, like the lady in the shop the other day, because I’m not five months yet, but I’ve been saying that for simply aaages. Obviously, I will have to learn Big People Speak fairly quickly so complete strangers stop prattling on at me in some made-up language they think I’ll understand!

Strange things are also happening to my hair. Most of my abundant dark pelt of newborn hair is now gone and just as I was getting used to the super-shiny Bruce Willis look, Mommy’s noticed a few new sprigs coming through. Daddy’s keeping his fingers crossed that my new hair does not turn ginger!

Right-O! I am hungry again and must go. What’s your bet my next development update is all about the wonders of baby rice?!!