"Hi there!"

"What are you up to?"

"Is that a camera you're holding?"

"Ahah! Well, I've got a camera too!"

"Two can play at the game! Like father, like son..."

I have grown fast in the last few weeks. I have entered the golden age of discovery. I am the grand explorer that leaves no stone unturned. The all-seeing, all-hearing Inquisitor. The only thing holding me back is my lack of mobility seeing as my walking is still a work in progress. But I am a mean crawler- the Schumacher of floors, the Lightning McQueen on all fours. Where ever I can, I try to pull myself up to a standing position at low tables, chairs and in my cot. I am also starting to imitate actions and sounds. I have learned how to clap my hands, blow kisses and wave goodbye. More to amuse the adults around me than anything else. I am much more talkative and jabber away when the mood takes me. The adults don't seem to understand me very well at the moment. So I use a mixture of sign language (pointing) and vocal intonations to get what I want. Funny how papa seems to be sighing much more these days.

My time at the Rainbow Centre has been fun so far. I spend 2 sessions a week in the afternoons, each lasting 3 hours. It is a very well organised programme, with well defined sessions to stimulate sight, hearing and touch. The swimming sessions once a week are the most fun. My teachers are great. There are 2 of them to the 4 of us. So we get lots of attention. They are beautiful people. Hopefully they will get me walking before long. I look forward to each session very much.

What I wasn't looking forward to recently however, was my visit to Uncle Simon, my doctor. Apparently it was time for my Mumps, Measles and Rubella medicine. I was not a happy nappy at all. I struggled when they tried to weigh me, which meant that papa had to hold me while both of us were weighed. He was quite sure the machine was spoilt. I heard him protest vigorously at the smiling nurse. Papa then had to hold me down as they measured my height and head circumference. Uncle Simon said that by all the measurements, I was growing well so far. Which is why I didn't understand why he had to then jab me! The whole clinic participated in my anguish as papa held me down for a thigh jab. I am beginning to hate the smell of clinics...

Mummy dearest, I know that you used to tease me for moving around so much while I was in your tummy, especially towards the end. I am sorry for making you uncomfortable. Papa says if you thought that was bad, you should watch me now! There isn't a day that goes by that I don't long for your touch. Papa tries his best, but somehow it's just not the same. I suppose I will never know. Love you the mostest mum.