Sunday, February 25, 2007
On the move
Hello
We have a new camera. Hooray! At flipping last. The problem occurred on the way up to Ali's folks' house at Christmas, where the old camera "got wet" (no names, no blame). However the insurance has now come good with a new one, so we think it's about time you saw Rory ON THE MOVE.
He's been crawling properly for about a week and a half now, after an apparent sudden revelatory moment last Thursday when he suddenly figured it out, and is also cruising round the furniture with something of a vengeance. He can also push his little wooden baby walker around the place - which is of course ultra, ultra cute.
Here he is making his way to the coffee table. Note determined new facial expression in the last photo! This baby has a will of steel...
We have a new camera. Hooray! At flipping last. The problem occurred on the way up to Ali's folks' house at Christmas, where the old camera "got wet" (no names, no blame). However the insurance has now come good with a new one, so we think it's about time you saw Rory ON THE MOVE.
He's been crawling properly for about a week and a half now, after an apparent sudden revelatory moment last Thursday when he suddenly figured it out, and is also cruising round the furniture with something of a vengeance. He can also push his little wooden baby walker around the place - which is of course ultra, ultra cute.
Here he is making his way to the coffee table. Note determined new facial expression in the last photo! This baby has a will of steel...
I'm King of the Table!!!
Labels: crawling, pulling up, Rory
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
raaarrrgh
(just a wee tribute to Rory's Roaring there. His favourite method of communication at the moment.)
The news in brief today:
The fifth tooth est arrive... bottom left, next to the front one. Boo to you, Dr Miriam Stoppard, with your confidence that the fifth one would be on the top! (You're otherwise our light and guide, though).
Rory crawled across the room today. Well, squirmed slowly across the room, really. In the graceful manner of an elephant seal on the move. He's still pulling himself up a lot, as well, and today used this skill to investigate the contents of our recycling box (nice!). In the bath he's taken to spending his time doing pull-up/sit down reps. (Getup.. Get dowwwnnn...) It's like the training scene in GI Jane... except with a big round tummy and a cheeky grin...
And now tiny scientist corner: the latest experimental data suggests that "ah! ah! ah!" sounds much better if shouted directly into a tin cup whilst in the bath.* It is also good to shout this in Granny and Granda's close, which has a groovy echo. These results are being submitted for peer review (those other babies can be harsh critics, I can tell you) and publication in the The Proceedings of the Royal Society of Shouting At Things in due course.
Oh and here's Rory pretending to be a musical prodigy at Ali's Mum and Dad's house. (Of course we've since explained to him that being very talented at a young age is no longer the fashion, as we recently found out in this, frankly ungracious, article:
http://music.guardian.co.uk/classical/story/0,,1997387,00.html. Having read this, he has promised not to bother trying.)
"Start spreeeaaading the neeewwwsss... I'm here all week - AAAhhhmmm leeaaaving todaaaay... try the beef... "
*Those results in more detail:
Hypothesis: when having a bath, it is better to shout in a tin cup than just shout in general.
Experiment phase 1: "ah! ah! ah!" out of the cup. Result: fairly loud but you wouldn't call it fantasic.
Experiment phase 2: "ah! ah! ah!" into the cup. Result: brilliant!! Baby has hysterics.
Conclusion: hypothesis holds water (in the manner, indeed, of a tin cup)
The news in brief today:
The fifth tooth est arrive... bottom left, next to the front one. Boo to you, Dr Miriam Stoppard, with your confidence that the fifth one would be on the top! (You're otherwise our light and guide, though).
Rory crawled across the room today. Well, squirmed slowly across the room, really. In the graceful manner of an elephant seal on the move. He's still pulling himself up a lot, as well, and today used this skill to investigate the contents of our recycling box (nice!). In the bath he's taken to spending his time doing pull-up/sit down reps. (Getup.. Get dowwwnnn...) It's like the training scene in GI Jane... except with a big round tummy and a cheeky grin...
And now tiny scientist corner: the latest experimental data suggests that "ah! ah! ah!" sounds much better if shouted directly into a tin cup whilst in the bath.* It is also good to shout this in Granny and Granda's close, which has a groovy echo. These results are being submitted for peer review (those other babies can be harsh critics, I can tell you) and publication in the The Proceedings of the Royal Society of Shouting At Things in due course.
Oh and here's Rory pretending to be a musical prodigy at Ali's Mum and Dad's house. (Of course we've since explained to him that being very talented at a young age is no longer the fashion, as we recently found out in this, frankly ungracious, article:
http://music.guardian.co.uk/classical/story/0,,1997387,00.html. Having read this, he has promised not to bother trying.)
"Start spreeeaaading the neeewwwsss... I'm here all week - AAAhhhmmm leeaaaving todaaaay... try the beef... "
*Those results in more detail:
Hypothesis: when having a bath, it is better to shout in a tin cup than just shout in general.
Experiment phase 1: "ah! ah! ah!" out of the cup. Result: fairly loud but you wouldn't call it fantasic.
Experiment phase 2: "ah! ah! ah!" into the cup. Result: brilliant!! Baby has hysterics.
Conclusion: hypothesis holds water (in the manner, indeed, of a tin cup)
