I am now seven months of age.

Celebration was in the air along with the intoxicating scent of cupcakes and the sound of scissors fashioning paper into bunting. It was to be a good day and I was looking swanky in my new outfit complete with bow tie. Friends and family alike rolled up to a church and gave me kisses and cuddles and God Parents (very Hollywood sounding) were bestowed upon me. Before long Mumma had me in an awkward grasp, with my head dangling over a bowl. A man in a white cloak-presumably a doctor, began a procedure where very warm, nay hot, water was poured over my unsuspecting head. As if this was not bad enough the doctor then suggested I demonstrate my new found faith by touching the flame of a candle. I previously had faith that Dadda and Mum had my bestest interests at heart but this had since diminished. What on Earth was going on and why was everyone smiling in return to my panicked glances as I scanned for an out? I was not even warned about such brutality. There was no out, I reached a petrified and tiny hand out and touched the lower part of the candle, what loon would touch the flame? This act seemed to please the doctor and I was released from this ordeal, free to go to a park where I was given well-earned gifts and people feasted on sizzled sausages and cupcakes. You may think this turmoil was enough for one month but then swimming lessons began. I know for a fact Mumma did not partake in such sessions until she was 26, but here was I, being told I would have to go. Babies that had survived past lessons, informed me that they were dunked and it was a fearful affair. So I feigned illness, what else was there to do. It was a splendid idea, whilst other babies were being semi drowned I sat on the edge of the pool with Mumma, drinking milk and casually draping my feet in the water. I chose to participate in the last lesson but then Mumma became brazen-pouring water on my head, so I promptly quivered my chin to mimic chill and was reefed from the water by Mum. This grand gesture
amongst other things Mum does for me, made me all the more keen to celebrate her first mothers’ day. In fact the night before I was so keen that I stayed up with Mumma between 10-12am and 4 5am and then pampered her with perfume and a two course cooked breakfast which daddy helped me with.

My physical triumphs for this month include pulling myself up to standing position- Mum and Daddy think it’s so cute now when I cry out throughout the night and they are greeted by me standing in my cot, I can now locate and scratch an itch; which has provided me with great relief and I have sprouted a second tooth-which I put to good use in gnawing meat which I’ve established a taste for oh and sand which I first experienced this month at the beach.

Love Darcy
xx