Hello again...I've done it! I've got sitting mastered. Mum realised that she'd plonk me on my stomach so I could get places and hardly ever on my butt! Now the best place to be is right beside the toy box.
My favourite thing to play with are the wipes - if the lid was childproof, the inventor did a haphazard job. It's easy to open - especially with my teeth :). At best I can get about 20 wipes out, at worst, just one - depending on whether my sister dobs me in or not. Otherwise, it's our stacking boxes and anything musical.
So, an end of an era! Sitting is groovy... On the topic of 'an end of an era'... My great grandad John Albert McKinnon died last week: 21/07/1907 - 13/11/2008. He was nearly 99.5 years old. Amazing! This meant I got my first trip on an aeroplane too: Wellington to Invercargill. Not bad - considering I was bound to Mum for what seemed like forever! I was the youngest of 8 great-grandkids of Great Grandad.
All up though, I'm good: 8,4kgs @ 9 months old, taller than average and I 'swim' across the floor - freestyle! Life's cruisie :). I love it!
