Amelia Poppy and Oliver James Steele

After seven long months, Mummy has finally got her hands on "The Blog" – hopefully this will mean an end to grammatical errors and the return of the apostrophe!

Daddy has done a good job of recording many important events in a concise and amusing way and I can’t hope to better that. I will, however, write in a more "motherly" way about our beautiful daughter.

So, Amelia in her bear towel, looking gorgeous. She LOVES having a bath and loves kicking the water out of the bath and onto mummy and the bathroom floor. In fact she loves having a bath so much that she tries to drink the bath water. Tonight I pre-warned her that I was going to take her out of the bath by counting to three (as usual) but the little minx has become wise beyond her years and on three held onto the underside of the bath with both hands….thus causing me to nearly "tip the baby out with the bath water".

Amelia has a fantastic sense of humour already and remained in a giggly mood even beyond her bedtime of 7pm.

"The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree" as the old saying goes, and just like her Daddy, Amelia is fond of a little liquid refreshment from time to time.

Amelia has now had a couple of trips to the swimming baths with Mummy and Daddy and loves every second of it. She seems a little shocked when she gets splashed but hasn’t yet cried. I suppose the fact that half of the time she gets splashed is from her own doing helps a little. She’s also getting good at kicking her little dumpy legs and propelling herself through the water in her little yellow errr swimming dinghy thingy. She kicks her legs better than big cuz Charlie who came swimming with us yesterday!

Sadly due to ridiculous laws in the UK [ where do we begin on British law ] we’re not allowed cameras in the swimming pool – but we have a cunning plan! Pics to follow.

Twas a cold and rainy Sunday vvafternoon and all through the house not a creature was stirring. Daddy and daughter curled up with a mediocre book for Daddy[ did anyone else think "The Deathly Hallows" was just tying up loose ends ] and a real page turner for Amelia.

Amelia’s book collection is growing by the week with the latest addition of the "That’s not my" series. We have now established which is not her robot, train, car and dolly.

However, as her book collection increases her proclivity for sleep decreases. Mummy is flippin knackered – Daddy has spent a couple of nights in the back bedroom – still, she’ll only go through teething once I hope.

Yeah, yeah, I know we’re getting a bit sick of stock pictures from the Cornwall holiday but Mummy has managed to lose the camera and so we can’t upload pictures of Amelia with the lions and tigers and bears [ oh my ].

In the past week or so Amelia seems to have transformed from a placid little duckling of a child into a roaring snarling grizzly of a child. If she isn’t sleeping then she’s shouting about something and generally throwing things around. It’s quite embarassing to take her anywhere at the moment as she is just so noisy – still, I’m sure it’s just a twenty year phase she’s going through.

Oh, and the picture above is from the Geevor tin mine in Cornwall where the nazi behind the counter insisted Amelia have her own hard hat but then promptly said she couldn’t go down the mine. Idiots.

Sporting a lovely pink top with a picture of a WeeDubba camper van we have Amelia and a bear that I’m not quite sure of the name of. Perhaps Mummy can help in this. She personally picked out her top in "Fat Willys Surf Shack" whilst recently visiting Cornwall. If she knew then what she knows now she’d have been shopping for a bikini for Amelias first ever Mediterannean cruise. For this it was necessary to get her a passport which warrants a blog all on its own. Needless to say her passport picture has her open mouthed and looking gormless…sorry did I just write gormless? I did of course mean pretty and intelligent.

Other updates, Amelia is currently suffering from a terrible cold and so Mummy has to use the snot sucker to empty Amelia’s nose. It’s making my stomach turn just thinking of the noise it makes when the snot is sucked out. Yuck.