Relaxin' in the Park

This photo was taken the other day when Jude and his Little Friend from playgroup went to Cornwall Park. Jude decided that chasing pigeons and trying to eat someone's old chewing gum was VERY tiring and "took five" to recharge his batteries.

Look Uncle Jez & Aunty Debs - he is wearing the Welsh rugby jersey that he got for Christmas from you. Doesn't he look so cute in it?

The latest on Jude's development is that he can stand quite steadily against stuff, cruise furniture, stand in his cot (and get himself down again - thank goodness) and he loves to stand at the french doors looking out at Mongie the cat and anything else of interest outside.

Also, the posting of stuff through the cat flap has reached an all time high - he has learnt how to unlock the front cat flap and post his toys through. He still prefers the recycling to go through the back catflap and an empty milk powder container was rolling around the backyard for about 2 days before I discovered it.

I am a Giant Ratbag

Here is me with my Pop Art. He will not like me very much after putting his photo all over the internet. I'm willing to take that risk.

My Mummy says that I have turned into a giant ratbag. I am not sure what she means as I believe I am a very helpful little boy. I tidy up by putting all the recycling through the cat flap - this means Mummy doesn't have to take it out to the rubbish bin. This is helping.

I must admit that do I get myself into terrible predicaments though - like the other day when I wanted to watch a DVD - well, I went to the cubbyhole to get one down and then my head got stuck. I yelled and yelled for help and all I could hear was laughter... when Mummy finally rescued me, I decided I didn't want to watch a DVD anymore. Then there was the time I was in my cot and I decided I needed to stand up and sing for a few minutes. Then I forgot how to sit down again. Quite the kefuffle!!

Noddy is my new best friend. He gets kisses and cuddles from me all the time. My parents want me to kiss and cuddle THEM but I just remember all the times that I have heard laughter and I go and hide Daddy's remote just that little bit better.

Well, better go and create more mischief - I might go and pull the head off my "The Simpsons" Stephen Hawkings figurine...

Jude

Idle Youth?

I like to play Playstation with my Daddy - I wish he'd give me the controller. We like to play all sorts of games together. On playstation we play boxing, on the ground I use him as a jungle gym and with mummy my favourite game is peekaboo (not peeboos) and being swung around by my arms.

I also like to spread all of my toys around the lounge. For all of you babies out there wanting tips on how to go places you aren't allowed, here is my suggestion. Push your favourite toy towards the place you aren't allowed to go, do a pseudo uncontrolled swipe at the toy so that it goes into the area where you aren't allowed to go then just be a good baby and collect your toy. Simple.

I have figured out the debate about who ate the snail. It is obvious, there are only two real suspects..... the French and Stephen Hawking. Now I can't imagine Stevo (as I call him) hopping out of his electric carriage and using his little frail arms to pick up a snail. That leaves only one solution. Neither Kerri or Jeremy ate the snail...... the French did it, they do everything. I do believe that they also created the question mark.

I have had lots of visitors this week, Nanna & Poppa Thomas, Nanna & Poppa Baron, kind of Uncle Dean & Aunty Shona and my buddy from play group (Mr X). They all wanted my autograph but Mum hid all the pens which I thought was a bit cruel. Speaking of hiding things, I have done something really funny. I have hidden Daddies TV remote. He has been looking for it everywhere but he won't find it, I am far too clever for him. I find it quite amusing when he is searching high and low for it, he better think twice about taking things off me again.

I am going to go now as there is a smell wafting up for the depths of my nappy and whilst I would like to keep it there, I think that Mum wants to remove it.

Jude "The Animal" Thomas

And it's all go!!!

Whew, it looks like that Stephen bloke has finally gone... so now on to more important things...

Here is a photo of Cute Jude having just pulled himself on to the couch. There will be no stopping him now - he's all go and can pretty much cruise around at will. I caught him completely ripping apart my magazine yesterday (hadn't even read it yet).

Unfortunately he has also learnt how to pull himself to standing in his cot, but hasn't quite managed how to get down again. So he will just stand there clutching the sides of the cot and yelling for someone to come and help him. It would be pathetic if it weren't so funny.

We took him back to Orewa beach on Sunday and he actually went in the water with Daddy first and then Mummy - by the time Mummy took him into the water he was quite used to it and would sit down every time a little wave came. He even ate some sand - gotta be done I suppose but the worrying thing is that he actually seemed to like it.

Well that's all for now folks - I've had to put him in his exersaucer to keep him out of trouble - he's just discovered how to open kitchen drawers and how to kill ants. Lordy.

Surprise Surprise

Who is this Cute Jude anyway?

The 5-Trick Pony

Jude now has a few more tricks to add to his repetoire. He can now (on demand):-

1. Clap hands
2. Touch his nose when asked to
3. Pull himself up to standing on furniture/vaccum cleaner/mummy
4. Say "Mama"
5. Wave good-bye

Jude looks pretty pleased with himself in the above photo. He is having his first ever swing at Hamilton Lake and he even managed to get the swing going by himself. We think he looks like a little old man in his polo shirt, sandals and towelling sun-hat. He is the spitting image of Great Poppa Baron... well he looks like an old man anyway.

The Furber method is working for Jude after being spoilt rotten at his Nana & Poppas' houses over the Christmas break. We are happy to say that he is now back into his sleeping routines and does NOT require milk at 4.30am!!!

We took Jude for his first swim in his new paddling pool (thanks Nan & Pop Thomas) the other day. He didn't like being dunked under too much and it was a bit cold, but all in all he enjoyed it even though he had shrinkage.

We bid you adieu.