Finished, for now

That was all that was on the camera. I'm glad I had a chance to share with you. Maybe if daddy can be arsed to take pictures more often, and update my blog a little more frequently, I could give you more detail about my life in Malaysia. For now, like the chocolate-flavoured rice flakies I've just finished, there's "no more!". See you next time!

TV breakfast

I like a big bowl of cereal for breakfast, daddy is very pleased that I eat it all by myself now. I'm sometimes a bit tired and grumpy in the mornings, but a quick blast of "Toy Story" or "A Bug's Life" soon sorts that out. Oliver is watching the TV too - you can just see his head poking up above the arm of the sofa. He doesn't stay sitting up for long, either falling over, or mummy noticing what daddy has done, whichever is sooner.

It's probably about 8am in this picture, as I go to school at 8:30. You can see that the sun outside is already very bright. Usually we walk the short distance to kindergarten squinting into the dawn. On rare, wonderful occasions, it rains and daddy carries me to school on his shoulders, under an umbrella. Those mornings are the best.

I love my puppy!

Auntie Jamie brought me a puppy from Australia. I won't go to sleep without it now. Every afternoon when I sleep for a couple of hours on the sofa, and every night, I have to hold my puppy as I drop off to sleep. Puppy is a relatively recent addition, I still love my Tigger that auntie Shona gave me when we visited her in England. He might even be under us somewhere in this picture.

Practising my wing chun

I'm not really practising wing chun, I'm conducting the London Symphony Orchestra. Star Wars is on the TV, and I love the music! Every time one of the themes starts, I'm up on this chair conducting with gusto! I love the Star Wars movies, though I've only seen the 3 older ones. Daddy seems a bit reluctant to get the newer ones for me.

Welcome to my office!

This is where I write my blog. Actually, I don't write my blog - I have a ghost writer. I live my blog! It can get crowded in here when everybody's busy, but that rarely happens when I'm around. The office empties out fairly quickly when I turn up. I suppose that means I'm the boss.

Boy or girl?

Whenever I go out walking with daddy, people always ask him this question. Unless I'm wearing a dress. It was worse when we went to Thailand, everybody said "oooh, handsome boy!". Daddy's daddy got fed up of everybody saying "pretty girl" about daddy when he was my age, because he had long ringlets. Daddy got taken to the barber's. I'll just have to wait.

Leaving it late for a haircut again

Long hair is nice, but typical temperature in our living room is around 30C - clothes and thick hair don't help anybody stay cool. Daddy is still offering to do my hair with his clippers, but mummy insists I go to a hairstylist. Daddy says I can have hair as long as I want when we live somewhere chilly, but he doesn't like to see me red-faced and sweaty all the time.

This picture is from the end of April 2008.

Oliver at 2 months

He's still growing - though mummy and daddy are mystified by his bottle size. He still only drinks about 125ml of "tastes just like powder", just 3 times a day. Mummy is still giving him her milk, but his bottles have been the same size since he was about 3 weeks old. He has started trying to talk, and daddy has long, silly conversations with him in the evening where they both gurn at each other and make funny noises.

I don't pay Oliver much attention at all - he's not very interesting.