Another month has flown by…

Rosie has got even cuter, our hair has got even more gray, and Uncle Lars and Auntie Alison have both flown around the globe to visit Princess Rosie. She was delighted by them both, but had little interest in jet lag or a basic need to sleep. I’ll post a few pics in the next day or two (feeding time has arrived, and her ladyship won’t wait.)

Hurray for the neglect-a-scooter!

Rosie loves the latest addition to her arsenal of play things. This second hand neglect-a-scooter keeps her entertained for at least half an hour a time. If she gets to watch Piglet Wilburn at the same time, she is in heaven!

She has recently learnt that jumping up and down in it, and smashing the toys with whatever happens to be in her hand is also highly amusing.
Our living room is now well and truly her domain. Our things have moved to the sidelines, and Rosie now enjoys pride of place in her scooter, spinning round and keeping an eye on everything that happens.

Rug head

Rosie trying out a comedy wig last week, and getting a feel of what it is going to be like to have hair.

Fish and Chips

We ventured into town on the day after boxing day to scoff some decent food at the fish and chip shop. Rosie chose to eat her teething rings, whilst I had T-bone and Katrin had bangers and mash. Whilst she looked interested in the steak, the rings were obviously a much tastier option.

Eating progress

Boxing day brought mango and banana puree for lunch. As you can see, most  of it now ends up where it supposed to go, rather than everywhere else...especially when it's mango and banana

Christmas day

Rosie's first Christmas day was lovely. She did better than either of us in the present department, and gifts arrived from all over the place for her.Some she clearly approved of, but seemed less than impressed by others.

Watching up unwrap her first present (or fiddle with the paper to be more accurate) was great. I think she was more interested in the wrapping than what was inside though.

Hybrid socks

Is it a shoe? Is it a sock? These delightful new (well, second hand actually-thanks Heather!) additions to Rosie's wardrobe are a shoe wannabe. Stylish or what? She has four different colours, so prepare to see them being sported in many an upcoming posing session.This was the other day in the local Jusco Mall, doing a last minute Christmas shop.

We wish you a merry Christmas

Christmas is around the corner, and Rosie had her indoctrination into the spirit of Christmas by visiting Harrods KL last weekend. She learnt what Christmas is all about; twinkling lights, expensive gift items and food.

 She especially liked the Harrods teddy bears. Unfortunately they cost more than a month's salary, and she was unwilling to go without milk for a month (or even a few hours) so the bear will have to wait until I make country director next year.

We have our tree set up at home now, and Rosie is delighted to watch it blink and flash before sitting down to her first breakfast at 7am (second breakfast - in the manner of hobbits and their love of second breakfast takes place at 10.30am)

Christmas is coming!

Christmas is round the corner, and Rosie has been getting into the spirit by wearing her new Santa headband as much as possible. In the meantime, the usual Christmas battle is taking place with me wanting to make the house look like a grotto, and Katrin wanting something more tasteful. I nearly bought two musical santas (one playing the saxophone and one playing the piano) in Sungai Wang yesterday, but opted for two sets of flashing lights and a jewel incrusted boot with attached Santa instead.I just know Rosie will love them.
We are going to KLCC this afternoon, to show Rosie the Gingerbread house display in the concourse, and take some Christmas photos, so I will post those later.

Water baby!

Although Doctor Patrick advised us to wait until Rosie is 21 until she goes in the water, and we have followed all of his other recommendations to the letter, we went with the midwife on this one, and headed for the pool last Sunday. I think the doctor is worried about germs. The sheer volume of other tiny babies that frolic in our pool made it irresistible. The midwife saying that Rosie is ‘slightly over her ideal weight’ and may lose some plumpness in the pool sealed the deal.

As for Rosie, she loved it. From the first moment she looked utterly relaxed in her floating armchair. I’m not sure if it could be considered exercise however. Her fat little legs were motionless, and she seemed quite content to be pushed around the pool and admire the view.

First meal

A historic day. The first meal. Puree of Banana and baby rice. It didn't taste too bad actually. Rosie seemed a bit unsure about what to do with it though. She ended up wearing most of the three teaspoons she was given. I suppose that when you don't have any concept of anything but drinking liquids, it must seem extremely odd to have strange tasting stuff in your mouth.

The first spoon actually went down eventually, but this picture, taken as the second was being offered, clearly shows less than delight at the prospect of more.

Hip-hip horray. Another year older.

November 24th seems to come round remarkably quickly these days. The years are flying by, and pretty soon I will be 40!
Here are me and Rosie trying to put a brave face on it. (It was only 7.45 in the morning by the way!)
Rosie bought me a delightful cheese cake, with her own money. And Katrin bought me a pipe. Lovely. Cake and pipe.

A big week ahead!

Mousedeer has a big week ahead. Doctor Partrick will be giving her a fever again on Thursday, in the next round of injections. This will mean that by the weekend, she will be able to leap into the swimming pool and develop a love for Scuba (so she can dive with her dad)

Actually, she will be placed gently in a special rubber ring with feet holes in it, and visit the water for the first time...I will have to save the scuba dreams for later. She is also due to start solids in the next week, which should certainly be an interesting experience after six months of milk. I would like to start her off with a burger, but Katrin insits that her first meal will be two grains of rice, and her second meal will be three grains of rice. Burgers next week then.

Midwife visit

The Midwife came yesterday (here we are in the cafe, celebrating another glowing report from her!)
Rosie has grown by 6 cms in the last month, and her weight is now a little over 8 kgs. The midwife also said that she feels Rosie is going to have an extremely strong character, and already decides who she likes and doesn't like. Aparently, this shouldn't happen for a few months yet, but she was very anti Nurse Jennifer when she turned up at our door. I am also told that the prediciton is that she will bend her father round her little finger, whilst her mother will be harder to manipulate. God knows what gave the Midwife that idea.

TV addict

Rosie caught watching Piglet Wilburn for the 900th time yesterday.

She never seems to get bored. A German-speaking Piglet is her number one fascination at the moment. The extended tummy time is excellent, and her neck muscles are really strong now, but she doesn't seem to want to watch anything else! As you can see, her mother is putting a brave face on for yet another screening!

Another month has flown by...

And Rosie has seemed to have developed some new method of communicating on an almost daily basis.

Several weeks ago, squeeking suddenly appeared as the favoured form of sharing her thoughts. That was replaced by an attempt at consanant clusters (whichI encouraged heartily) but that was dropped in ffavour of a more advanced style of squeeking a few days ago. I find it delightful. Katrin has to put up with it from 4am onwards, and is slightly less delighted.

All is well on the health front. The last trip to Doctor Partrick included half of the 6 in one follow up jabs she is due. (Only half due to fever last time) Unfortunately, this meant cancelling her appoinment with her boyfriend in Ampang until she gets the rest of her jabs. Oh well. She seems happy enough to sit and watch Piglet Wilburn with her Mother all day anyway.

First Holiday

It was all dependent on Rosie..would the holiday be a disaster or some sort of break for all of us....And she did us proud! Four hours in the car to Cherating (inclusive of a milk break half way) was no problem. The hotel was pretty good and we were both in agreement that it was a real break, which was a godsend. Depite the change of surroundings, Rosie was chilled and peaceful, and although we didn't exactly paint the town red, it was a lovely few days away.

The teaching begins

OK..so three months might seem early, but an appreciation of music is vital. I am sue we are going to have to tolerate some terrible music in the years to come, but an introduction to Jazz early on made sure it was in my blood and soul. Lets see if it works with Rosie. She seemed interested enough....

A recent visit to the Makan shop behind our apartments provided Rosie with a first opportunity to purchase a Nescafe panas. She declined however, prefering to wait for some milk a little later.

First party

Rosie recently went to her first party at the condo next door. It was a fourth birthday bash, and she looked a little bemused by it all. Not sure what she made of the entertainer either....