Also standing, clapping, waving, flapping and featuring the start of one tiny tooth. What a clever pumpernickel.
Hi Milla.
It's Mom.
Every day you're turning into a more delicious (and slightly weird) human being. You've started developing a real little personality, a strong will and a passion for some odd things. Like:
1. Watching sport on TV. Neither Dad nor I like sport. Playing it, watching it, talking about it. And yet, if there's rugby, soccer, or anything else with a ball and players running on green surfaces, you're glued.
2. Afrikaans pop. Now don't tell anyone, Milla-Pops, but I like Kurt Darren. Dad is deeply embarrassed about this. But you seem to like him in general. And Afrikaans gospel groups in particular.
3. Ads for mediocre double-cabs. Every time the Plutus (whatever the hell that is) is advertised on TV, you stop what you're doing and pay attention. Like I said, weird. Dad is profoundly unimpressed.
4. Trying to eat weird things. The wall, the table, my shoulder, your father. The cats.
5. Creedence Clearwater Revival. Yes, really. I realise that they are responsible for 'Have you ever seen the rain', but seriously, kid. Next it's gonna be Smokie.
I'm also going to seize this rare blogging opportunity to place on record a couple of Milla-stones. So, for the two or three people who regularly read this blog (Hi Mom. Hi Hil. Hi Dan.), here's a short list of things you've started doing since I blogged last:
1. Crawling. Fast.
2. Rolling. Off your changing station.
3. Pulling yourself up on things.
4. Unpacking my wine racks.
5. Trying to climb down the stairs.
6. Sticking your tongue out the side of your mouth.
7. Saying 'Tata' and waving bye-bye.
8. Pointing with one finger.
9. Dancing. Kind of.
10. Sleeping on your tummy.
I love you,
Mom x
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