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Date: 04 January 2007 21:12:19
Good evening fans, and a Happy New Year to you all.
Once again it is time for me to take the opportunity of a new year to bestow upon you all some words of wisdom from down here at knee-height, and once again I note that The Mother has, of late, totally failed to keep you up to date with my achievements. I mean, is this blog meant to be about me or not? You just Can't Get The Staff, you know.
Firstly, some practicalities. This name business. I am now the venerable age of two, and I'm not sure it's appropriate for someone of my mature years to be known as 'baby' b. I'm sure you'll agree that's more than a little undignified for someone who can put his own hat on, and climb onto the dining room table. I'm told that usually the next stage after baby is 'toddler' but this is also a little inaccurate as I have successfully manipulated The Parents into carrying me everywhere; I never toddle. (Actually this isn't quite true, but I'll deal with that later). So I would hereby lilke to announce that henceforth I shall be known as 'The Groover' until such time as I change my mind again. I was known as 'The Groover' by The Parents from the time they first suspected my existence until I was dragged into the world with a pair of salad servers, and I'm happy to adopt the name again. We'll see how it fits, and if I change again, I'll get The Mother to let you know.
Reviewing the little note I graced you with this time last year, I see that I had expressed my disappointment at the sudden cessation of present-giving, which had peaked between 22-26 December and then stopped. I'm sorry to report that the same thing has happened again. Really, I don't see why, if it's possible some days to come downstairs to a heap of presents, it shouldn't be possible to do it every day. Somebody please do something about this.
On to the question of toddling and walking. A couple of months ago, I took a few steps for the first time. (I see The Mother did tell you about that.) Frankly, I was shocked at the response this provoked. Suddenly, I was expected to do it all the time! They'd prop me up against the settee, and demand - demand, I tell you! - that I walk to them. Honestly! The cheek of these people. So I went on strike, and didn't take another step for a good month or so. They can't con me into this. Once you start walking, you're committed, and I'm not going to make that mistake too early let me tell you. I like crawling. It's fun, and you get to find all sorts of interesting things down at ground level. I can see the advantages of walking - especially in the weather we've had recently, there is some benefit to only having one's feet in contact with the ground - but what worries me is that, as I said, one seems to be committed, once one starts. You never see grown-ups saying 'you know what? I'll crawl today', and it's not that they can't, it's just not allowed any more. So, my Secret Walking Scheme has been put into operation. I am practising my walking, and I think I'm getting better at it. There's a little route from the settee to the chair which I walk regularly, when The Parents aren't looking. The other day I thought The Mother had caught me at it, but there was none of the previous frenzied response, so either I am mistaken and she didn't see, or she has learned her lesson.
Last year I reported on my many achievements over the Christmas period. The list this year is not as impressive but as I said, quite a lot of effort has been going into the walking practice. Other achievements are mainly speech-related. I get new words at quite a rate these days, and I started to say 'no' just before Christmas. Judging by the look on The Mother's face when I first said 'no', this word has Powers I Wot Not Of, but I have yet to explore this.
I'll leave you now, and look forward to giving you all the blessing of my words again next year, when I will be three.