climbing a stairway to... the loft
This weekend was lots of fun - my Dad didn't have to go to work on the Monday so we got to hang out and play for 3 days in a row.I've been a bit sniffly lately, and have been having problems sleeping through the night - it's not that I want to wake up, just that when I do, my mouth has been hurting and I just want Mum or Dad to come in and let me know things are going to be ok. Anyway, just recently I've figured out why - a while ago I had these teeth things pop out of the bottom of my mouth and now one has come down from the top - it's kind of weird, but feels like it might come in handy.
I put my new tooth to good use on Monday morning when Mum and Dad gave me my toast, but instead of just butter, they put this stuff on it called "vegemite". It's *brilliant!* - it makes the toast taste much better and apparently it means I'm a true blue Aussie.
As well as the new tooth and vegemite, I've found out that if I try hard enough I can get up the things in the corner of the room that go up to Dad's computer. I haven't made it to the top yet, but I have managed to get up 4 or 5 of the "steps". When I get tired, I just stop - either Mum or Dad are always right there behind me so I just look at them, lift up my arms and they carry me back downstairs. One time, Dad showed me what was at the top - lots of space and all sorts of cables and wires and another one of those boxes that he uses to update my blog on.
I reckon it will only be another week or so before I'll be able to go up there and play by myself. [umm... I don't think that's going to happen]
Oh - and one more thing - Dylan, Alex and I have moved up to "big kid class" at gymbaroo - it's a new teacher and we can get around a lot more so it's a lot of fun.