MY FIRST BIRTHDAY!

That's right! I'm one! I'm now the proud possessor of 8 teeth (at which I can point reliably), and I can crawl at last (though usually opt to bottom shuffle), climb stairs, cruise at speed, play peepo with the best of them (and for the longest time), give lots of kisses and cuddles, say several words (including ball, flower, wow, bye bye, star, Mummy, Daddy and Nana), try to get my own shoes on (no success at this so far), and elicit a smile from pretty much anyone I meet. Not bad for 12 short months.

My birthday was great because Mummy and Nana and Grandpa took me to the ball pool at Jungle Mania; I got lots of pressies (including a BOX FULL from Gt. Auntie Janice and Margaret), and then went swimming with Mummy and Daddy and Nana in the afternoon. All my favourite things.

I managed to open a lot of my presents myself with only a little bit of help, and I really loved every single one and was full of smiles all day. My froggie socks all the way from Alex in Argentina made me laugh a lot (and also made me lift my feet really high in the air as I was walking as I liked the jingling sound they made!)