Six Months! (and Six Nations! - ok I'll drop it now)

Firstly I hope everyone had a nice Easter. I was too small to have my own egg but Mam and Dad let me watch them eat theirs. I'm sure I'll make up for it next year.

On Saturday morning at 8.35am I was six months old. Blimey. That's practically half a year!

During this time I have amassed a lot of toys. Some of them I've had since I was little but I've managed to work out how to use them recently. The only trouble is that I don't know which one to play with first. (However - I usually want the one that the big fellas are playing with. Apparently this is normal).


My Great Uncle Ian dropped by for a cup of tea last week as he was visiting Cardiff. He usually lives in Canada which is on the other side of Swansea. It was nice to meet him.


Iggle Piggle and Makka Pakka were pleased to see him too.

I'm doing really well with my feeding now. Still no teeth (though they are coming) but I'm really enjoying my carrots.

Mam isn't feeding me so much these days because I'm a big girl now and Mam doesn't want to be one anymore. That means I get more bottles and sometimes I can even do it myself.

As the weather was ok for a bit yesterday, we went up into the back garden. Yes, the sky really can get that colour in Blackmill.


After that we went to the supermarket and I tried one of their special trolleys for the first time. I laughed all the way round the shop. Mam and Dad did too.


Six months is another milestone in baby clothing. I'll leave you for now with a picture of me in another fab dress that I got into for the first time this weekend.


T'ra

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