Saturday, 6 September 2008

7 months old - teething, talking, typing!

Sigh - well it looks like it's the end of summer already (well it is August after all...), and Dad had only just sorted out the outdoor pool as well. Here we are testing it out and praying for sunshine so that we can fill it up...



...and then M+D remembered that Joe has discovered 'grass' and (like father like son) he's keen to get his hands on some...



...the pool is now back in the shed.

Joe: "sigh - I love the garden, but it looks like it's all over until next year"
Evie: "never mind, now that you can crawl I can stitch you up for all the mess I made indoors!"



We've mentioned before that Dad was born in Scotland, which means he simply can't walk past a bargain, so imagine our surprise (not) when he came back the other day with 2 new high chairs!



we were so impressed that we thought it was only fair to reward the poor bloke with some impromptu talking:



Which loosely translates as:
"yes Dad, they're lovely chairs, and the sales lady certainly didn't see you coming, and who would've thought you could have fitted both in the boot of your car, NOW GET ON WITH THE FOOD YOU SAD PENNY-PINCHING MUPPET!"

This month Mum has introduced us to 'snacks'.
It started with carrot sticks and cucumber sticks, which are kind of ok, because you can actually chew them (or pop them in sideways - which is great for parents of a nervous disposition).
Next she tried Joe on a 'rusk' - which don't so much get chewed, as worn....



In response to 'snacks' we've started growing 'teeth'.
Teeth help us chew, and they also help us scream at the tops of our voices in the middle of the night for no reason.

They also give us ruddy cheeks, make us dribble like drainpipes, and make us poop with un-nerving frequency. Teeth are also quite difficult to photograph, but you know by now that Dad doesn't give up easily:



On the educational front, Dad has wasted no time teaching us all about 'maps'.
Mum's over the moon because quite frankly after 7 years of it she's just about had enough.

Here we are showing our appreciation of the Ordnance Survey:



All we know right now is that maps are only marginally less tasty than rusks.
(although to be fair they are quite chewy)

Finally this month, Joe helped Dad out in the office.

Here is his first email:

" hlkkmn9ullhlhmnm#kgvbtyh `zZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ65651577/666666666666666666666666777777777777777777777777777777777777777/*/oe vvvff x c \xxxxxxxx\fgssssssssztxczzn bUJHM7Hgy +.m, +68/52
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Joe is now applying to Bletchley to join the codebreakers team.