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I am now one and my mum and dad are getting glimpses of my personality. I am as stubborn as a mule. My mum did carry out the threat of controlled crying at bedtime. It hasn't been quite as successful as she would have liked but she is not giving up. I scream and scream for about half an hour every night, until I finally get tired and can't be bothered any more and I give in and go to sleep. It is a real battle of wills and not sure who is winning yet. My mum hasn't tried it in the middle of the night yet, I don't think she can face it. God help me when she does. My sleeping habits still leave a lot to be desired. I don't nap in the mornings and my afternoon nap is all over the place from one day to the next. I still wake up at least twice a night, its driving my mum insane. Though at the time of this writing I have woken up four times already and its only 11pm. I think I have just pushed her too far and here whisperings of "when we get back from Bangkok, its controlled crying in the middle of the night" - yikes!

I am not one either for taking much notice of the word no. I have a thing for my dad's cds and Joe's dvds. I just love pulling them out of the racks and shuffling them all round the house. I also love pushing any button that I can reach and lying on my back and putting my feet on things and banging the hell out of what ever it is. I ignore whoever is shouting no.

I am a fussy eater, must get that from my dad. I like to make a huge spectacle of myself by gagging on anything I decide I don't want to eat that day. I am still eating mushy food apart from cherrios and toast. I spit out, raisins, cake and fruit unless its been stewed, then I love it. I also think it is fun to start blowing raspberries when I have a gobful of food.

I would like to point out to everybody that despite my big doe like eyes and wispy hair that I am not a girl. I am always dressed in boy colours but anyone who does not know me always says oh what a gorgeous girl.

I can now move around the floor at breakneck speed. I propel myself along by my big toes and use my tummy to skid across the floor. I look just like a seal. I have a sixth sense when it comes to any open door and I make a beeline for it as soon as my mum's back is turned. I don't have any sense though when it comes to going down steps or getting off the sofa. I think the best way to do that is head first without putting your hands out to stop yourself. Actually I got fed up of my mum shouting "stop, go down backwards!" that I did comply to that demand.

Sean's Archive
January 2006
July 2005

My Mates
We get together every Thursday morning. At Christmas our mums tried to get us all to sit still at the same time amongst the Christmas cushions at Lucindas. It was semi successful. The beginning of the year has brought us to the birthday season for our group. Bea was one in February, I've just turned one and by the time this is up both Freddie and Ethan will be one too. We have a birthday cake which the mums and William seem to eat.