These shoes were made for walking

Here we are, working on walking skills at the Eastern Mall on Sunday. Rosie seems to be suprised and delighted by this new found skill sometimes, and at other times she refuses to put one foot in front of the other.

Shoe shopping!

Like most of her milestones, walking came as an utter surprise. One day she couldn’t, and the next she could! She still needs a helping hand, but she is ready to sprint. This means (proper) shoes are needed. Here she is, having her feet measured in Clarkes at the Great Eastern mall. One is a three, and the other a 3 and a half.

A spot of supermarket shopping after the shoe shop. Lemon sole for Rosie tonight. Only the best.

New hobby

To my delight, Rosie has discovered the delights of nose picking this week. Maturing fast! I rescued a colossal bogie from her cheek an hour ago, lost en-route to her mouth. Mummy is less thrilled by the skill than me.

My favourite face

When I really want to look like something is distressingly me deeply (but actually isn’t) this is the face I pull. Often.

And this is the one I use when I am about to do something unexpected and rather cheeky

Deep in thought

Captured yesterday, Rosie is deep in thought…am I hungry, or can I wait till teatime.

Busy hands

 

More often than not, when awake, Rosie is either standing up, or hoisting herself aloft using the nearest solid (and sometimes not so solid) object. T minus 2 weeks until walking is my prediction.

Pigtails

New teeth and a new haircut (fringe anyway)

Believe it or not, this face means I am happy, greedy and I love eating. A regular choice of expression, worn especially for the dinner table.

Rosie and Dada

 

Rosie and Dada going to the pool for a swim on Sunday afternoon.

I like toys

Woof woof. I think the first word I will probably astonish my parents with is dog…..

Snappi

The song of the week is Snappi the tiny crocodile (in German) Rosie highly recommends it. Guaranteed to raise a smile every time.

My presents

Looking utterly cool in her birthday sunglasses, straight from the fashion houses of Berlin. Setting the bar for style conscious girls in Setiawangsa.

My first birthday weekend

Rosie had a wonderful birthday weekend. A celebration at the playgroup. followed by a visit to the aquarium and lunch in Dome.

Perhaps her favourite present is her new bike.

She is very proud to trundle around Kampung Warisan, letting all who she happens upon know that she is indeed the new queen of the road.

Nemo – The new Piglet Wilburn

Watching Piglet Wilburn has officially lost its lustre. Mummy has worn this expression for the last 6 months when faced by another session of Wilburn. Rosie seems to have learnt it (note the shared expression)

Shock, horror! What is this? A new favourite to watch to death, until the DVD is worn away. Nemo is now the official replacement for Wilburn. Horray!

Party time

After hours of primping and preening, Rosie was ready at 3.30 yesterday to attend her first one year birthday party. The celebrations were at a very exclusive address, so despite it being her friend's party, she was keen to look her best.

On arrival, she found the grandest sofa available from the twenty five on offer in the living room and got down to the serious business of looking as sofisticated as possible.

She looked on with distain as the two boys (Mikhail and Andre) demonstrated their superior walking skills. They might have the edge on getting around, but sitting pretty belongs to her. And she can stand holding on to things with serious style.

Mikhail cut his cake, Rosie and Andre looked on with approval, but were actually much happier with half a rice cracker each. A good time was had by all. Palatial surroundings, exclusive vip guests, and an appreciative adult audience.

Back at full strength

Rosie is back at full strength, shouting, screeching and generally making her presence known to all who might somehow have failed to notice her. Here she is chilling in her ring whilst making a Skype call on Sunday.

And here she has clearly decided that enough is enough, and it’s time to sign off Skype and start thinking about retiring for the evening.

Johor

Mummy and mouse waiting to go into court. We had to spend 3 hours sitting alongside chained criminals for the hearing (the first of quite a few in the next few months) in Johor magistrates court. At least she didn’t throw up all her lunch until after the hearing.

The next day, in order to escape the hotel for a few hours, we went into Johor for a Chinese. I think the fatigue level is clear from the picture!

Rosie ordered Kuay Teow. Thank god she didn’t eat it. Next morning we flew back down the motorway the 400klms to KL, straight to  Doctor Patrick with a feverish baby. He scolded us in no uncertain terms for our choice of cuisine (although it had nothing to do with the fever I hasten to add.) It seems she has picked up a virus in the last week somewhere.

Update…no photos, but mouse is recovering (grinning and shouting again as of Friday)

Sick baby

A sick baby. Running a temperature of nearly 40, away from home, due in court…not a happy time for the mouse or her family. She has escaped for a year, but fever has now found her.

Marine girl

Bath time is a great deal of fun these days. One bonus is that we don’t even have to pull the plug. Rosie drinks most of her bath water before exiting. Here she is this evening, sporting her cool blue bath seat. Like a kind of underwater potty with a handlebar and suckers on the bottom. Delighted by it is she.

Genting

We swore we would never set foot in the Genting Highlands (Malaysia's hill station/theme park/Chinese casino hell)

Here are me and Rosie relaxing after a bottle of milk and a poo (her, not me) in Genting Highlands.

Forward progress

Pipkin is now busy scuttling around. She is becoming highly accomplished at multi-tasking - Sucking her dummy, crawling and squeeking, all at the same time. The pic above was way back in the early days of crawling (two weeks ago) She now whizzes around like it ain't no thang.

Mummy and Rosie

Happy Rosie, tired mummy. A delight for (almost) every waking moment…..but a tiring one. Caught here in increasingly rare moments of non wriggling, crawling or otherwise refusing to be still for a second. She is coming up on 11 months now, and I predict independent walking in the next month…..