Right, so the day before Waitangi until Tuesday Second Chef and I were taking Chef Du Plunge on the “Cry Me A River Tour”, which involved four North Island locations, numerous relatives, and much, much grumpiness. We think we’re better parents because of it.
But! Before you cry “LOOK!! Baby-blogging!!” (which I said I’d not do). This brief post is about your truly.
Here’s some great stats from the mother of I.
- 7 months old: Walking
- 11 months: Established reputation as an escape artiste, by using chair to climb up and unlock back door, disappear onto the grandparent’s farm.
- 18 months old: Unlocked gate, proceeded down State Highway One on tricycle, right on the centre lane.
- 20 months: Witnessed the starting of a tractor by farm hand, and at a later point copied. This involved a procedure known as “hot-wiring”. Fortunately I wasn’t taught how to put it in gear.
- 26 months: Broke into a piggery, stole two piglets (one under each arm). Proceeded down State Highway One, piglets screaming like all hell has broken loose, “to show Nanny the piggies.”
It’s going to be an interesting couple of years.
I’m thinking that leaving out food colouring will probably be insufficient.
11 February, 2009 at 10:01 pm
mate, you have an interesting couple of decades, or more, agead of you
12 February, 2009 at 3:35 am
you were one scary baby. even if everything you did does sound totally cute.
my OB’s 10 month old escaped into the backyard via doggie door. god bless oliver and his willingness to not go out on his own.
12 February, 2009 at 9:13 am
But Che – we wants baby blogging!
13 February, 2009 at 7:45 am
“agead of you”
Ah, that I assume is not a typo, correct? We lost Lucia twice in a week (once she went off to the adjacent school, the second time up a fire-escape ladder at a friend’s house that nobody knew existed – including our friends) and I can tell you each episode has aged me to the tune of about twelve years.
What gets me is that when she walks off she never, ever, ever looks back. I experienced that the first time when she was till crawling, at Te Papa, on one of those concourses where you can see your child becoming a little ant into the distance, if you’re into experimenting with this sort of stuff.
Farck.
13 February, 2009 at 9:08 am
i’ll admit that baby blogging is becoming more and more tempting as the will to blog about anything fades, and the things i’d like to blog about become more and more untouchable.
lemme think it over. maybe i can rustle something up that isn’t a mimic of david hayward.
13 February, 2009 at 5:20 pm
You mean Haywood, right? Because if it were Hayward you’d probably have to start by denying that you have a baby in the first place.