... that I started blogging again. Remarkably, despite the fact that this is basically a personal thing, I've been feeling guilty about not doing so. Amazing the things that one can feel guilty about, frankly, but there you go. Part of the reason for the guilt, however, is that I intended this blog to contain some record of Immy's progress and I have been very remiss in not noting this.
So, then, some basic Immy facts. She started babbling on the Thursday of the final week of her 5th month (if that makes sense). She managed 'baba' and 'dada'. Rather irksomely, given that I'm the person she spends most time with, 'mama' was not amongst the list. I appreciate that these were not real words and that she was just playing with making new noises and that 'm' is a far harder sound than 'b' or 'd', but I was, nonetheless, slightly piqued.
We started weaning her when she hit 6 months. It might have been sensible to wait a little longer, since she still has the tongue-thrust reflex, but never mind. So far she has tried banana puree, apple puree, rice cakes, carrot puree and sweet potato puree. Unfortunately all that has gone into abeyence (sp?) for a few days since she got a sick bug last week and we realised too late that the solids were prolonging it. She seems a lot better today, though, thank goodness and seems to have acquired a fondness for 'The Proclaimers'. (Her eccentric musical taste also includes John Philip Sousa and other military music such as 'Colonel Bogey' by Kenneth Alford, trad jazz - especially Kenny Ball and Chris Barber; Lonnie Donegan, La Bottine Souriante, reggae, calypso and some god-awful rock stuff that Marc likes.)
This weekend should be fun. We are all going to Greenbelt. Marc being a clever bod is writing some comedy for it and therefore counts as a Contributor. Thus we are going to Greenbelt for cheapness, which is even more of a Good Thing (TM). 'T'will be interesting seeing how she fares camping, but since she's a very cheerful and resilient little soul, my prediction is that she'll have a whale of a time. Quite how I'll cope with the night feeds on a tiny little supposedly self inflating mattress with no back support should I need to sit up, heaven only knows. I intend to sink to the challenge (IYSWIM), however, and thoroughly enjoy myself. Particularly since I shall be surrounded by lots of lovely friends. Hopefully I'll get some nice piccies, too.
