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.
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.
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…..
Talk about growth spurts. I have been waiting for a tooth for the last six months, convinced that every drool was a sign of it’s arrival. Anyway, two days into my parents trip, two tiny white mice teeth simultaneously reared their heads. In addition, she suddenly decided it was time to start crawling, after several months of hopeless attempts and our endless encouragements to move forwards instead of backwards (or more often simply to move at all.) One morning last week she simply scuttled off across the floor like she had been doing it forever.The times they are a-changing, as someone once said.
Her highness practising a rootless chord progression over Coltrane’s ‘giant steps’……..not.
Actually, she does delight in smashing the keys with her fat little fists. I guess she is closer to Cecil Taylor that Bill Evans right now, but give her time..