We have put TheO into training so he may someday compete in the Malta Marathon. The event involves running round the island about twenty times & with the legs that this little lad will have, according to the doctors, he will win it hands down. Besides, the Maltese are all really short anyway!

Packing bags for a trip back home with the family. Will be good to get back again, the good lady can't wait and I fear for the high street shops. Junior is looking forward to meeting up with his cousins, aunts & uncles.. baby sitter heaven!



In true b3ta style...

It appears that bubble wrap is no longer sufficient to protect the off-spring. I have been coerced into spending a small fortune on pieces of plastic that stop cupboard's and draws being opened by small and inquisitive hands! This was rushed through after watching the little lad stand up, open the pantry cupboard, and remove a bottle of MY Heinz ketchup. I dread to think of any potential outcome. What if it had been sausages for dinner?!?

With this and some added trepidation, TheO has taken his first few steps. He was at the out-laws when this happened first, but I fear that this claim is just grandparent rivalry. Apparently, not only were they witness to the first few steps, but also the first drawing, oil painting, sonatta, sonnet and experimental time travel....

So, back in his own home, we watch and applaud as junior stumbles his initial first steps like a man who has had too much Vodka. His crash down onto the tiled floor I fear will initiate another first, that of his first visit to casualty. More bubble wrap please!!



TheO's travel's have started to concern me...

Carnival has arrived again and TheO has blended in with the locals. I can see right through him...



The little lad has weight issues, he won't wait for anything!!

Referring to previous entry, the little lad can now be seen terrorising the locals on his 'motor' as his mummy likes to call it. This was a kind gift from the out-laws and a fine piece of workmanship from Korea. It is a cat bike, a rocking cat, and a push bike cat (it has a cunningly concealed handle at the back) all in one! TheO loves it and is unlikley to trap his fingers in any of the small vice like components that make up 'Cat Bike' as I like to call it! The good lady has been singing 'I'm the Leader of the Gang' until I reminded her that actually the 'leader' is doing bird in Vietnam and maybe not such a good role model! The bike does however play various tunes in famous electronic format, tinny! None by the Glitter Band! Christmas carols are now TheO's favourite tunes whilst we run his fingers under the cold tap! I get flashbacks of Christmas in Malta, I feel dizzy...

Oh, and happy 'Valentines' day!



um, Good King Wenceslas Last looked Out, to see burning rubber?

Have just returned after two 'solo' weeks back in London, and returned to a bigger more "standing up on his own" infant! He IS able to walk, as long as he is holding on to something, but think TheO is just happy to keep us all waiting. Bored and looking for something to do on a Sunday, we took the little lad to a Cat Show, well, that's what all the signs said....



TheO demands the return of his Pajamas !!

... we arrived to find about 25 Persian fluff balls being judged on, well, how fluffy they were. I felt like a convention crasher, entering the the strange world of 'feline fanciers'. Cages were decorated with pink lace drapes and one even had a mini sofa. All this and TheO's attempts at walking reminded me of that giant cat, crashing through the London cityscape, crushing the Post Office Tower!! I think their may be some similarities here...



One of Theo's role models, just needs to grow his hair a little bit longer...

Much to grin about @ one, wait till you get the bill!