Playpen

Gugu took off the glove on Wednesday. My hand looks uglier than it feels. It doesn't hurt any more, and most of the old dead skin has already fallen off.

Grandpa and Grandma went shopping last week, and came back with a playpen for me. It now lives in the living room. It's fun in the playpen coz papa lined it with foam tiles with numbers from 1 to 9, and I'm surrounded by lots of toys. On top of that, as Gugu has put some of my toys in every room, I'm gradually taking over the whole apartment. I think this arrangement suits the grown-ups because they don't have to put my toys away every day any more. Also, I can play unsupervised, and without me going touching radiators and knocking things over. The air temperature has gone back up this last week, and the heaters have been put away.

Every day now, I try standing without support. My legs are not strong enough for walking, but I can support my full weight for a few seconds at a time. I still go around on all fours like greased lightening. Grandma's 18 holes of golf have been upgraded to 22 ;-) !!!

One day, Papa showed me Nemo, said 'fish', and I was able to repeat it after him. My 'F' sound, right now sounds like "tsch". Being proud of this achievement, Papa clapped, and so did I. I feel more words coming, so watch this space.