Baggins is crawling.
She hasn't gone through any commando style stuff, or bum-shuffling. Really only started to push herself backwards a couple of weeks ago and then over the weekend learned the art of turing round and round leaving her feet in the same place.
And just this evening she finally found out how to go forwards from being on her hands and knees rocking backwards and forwards.
Her mum taught her that… 
Big growth spurt thing - the first tooth appeared at granddad's on Saturday - 7 and a half months.
And just like Alice - she has already decided that she won't eat baby food. Much prefers to be given things to hold and feed herself. You name it - she yams it.
breadsticks, weetabix, appples, peppers, raisins, sandwiches, cheese. Nice and messy.
Doesn't seem to like tomatoes much
LC too is growing this week - fell over twice again today trying to get used to her new feet.
They've all got to get used to the idea of being cousins.
"Uncle dave" finally became a daddy this morning!!!
baby boy, as yet un-named, born ten days overdue and weighing eight pounds. All stunned, but well.
i really feel for him having to fly back out to Bahrain on Sunday…
Babies everywhere it seems. The twins arrived last Monday and were out and about being lovingly paraded in the playground this morning. SO CUTE!!!
And both well over five pounds - which is bigger than LC was. Carried to 37 weeks and delivered naturally.
No wonder AB is smiling so much. Fantastic news.
My diary is full to bursting over the next couple of weeks - aside from work.
Tomorrow night is cell. An oasis of calm in the bluster of it all. Then Friday its beers with MS and discuss the new photography we want him to do. Hopefully PM will join us and a couple of others to make a night of it.
Who knows what the weekend will hold?
Next week I've got to make dates with Invisible Women. Leo wants to meet up for lunch (which I suspect means she will be fishng for an invite to a Foxx gig) and I'm looking forward to that. Then I really must meet CQ from the JGI as I have promised twice this year already and failed miserably both times.
More than either of these, I have invited Sal to call me next time she is in town. Ths works out apparently once a month or so, when she is visiting Milletts to do and audit or count the mags in WHS. One of those things I just heard myself saying.
She's been creeping into my head over the past couple of weeks, moving up the consciousness from just being someone I chat to every week at Stan's swimming lesson.
You know that difficult half hour watching from the café, when there aren't quite enought tables for all the parents? She has magnetic hair and dangerous eyes. Taller than me. Perfect example of the 'long nose, long n*ps' theory I suspect.
But does she talk?? Blimey - once I'd broken the ice she set about it with a hammer!
Drifted through the corners of my week for ages, then I woke up one day and there she was. Now she's in the phonebook and getting asked out for coffee. Came about because she moaned so much about how much she struggles to carry all the boxes WHS expect her to deliver, and some of the really awkward bins for promotional items. It's literally across the "mall" from the office.
Offering to help came naturally, but now I'm nervous. Hey ho.
On top of this, Biscuit is coming down after college on Monday and staying a day or so until we go over to Reading for the University open day on Wednesday. Which just happens to coincide with the PCC AGM at which I get elected as churchwarden. There are no other nominations yet, anyway…
So if anyone has a few idle hours they could donate to help me get more time into the next week or so, I'd be very grateful 
