The long haul

Since we have got back from Sydney, Juno's sleeping patterns have been a little (ahem) erratic. You just get the feeling from looking at her, from watching the way she interacts with other people and the world at large, that she is just tremendously interested in it all - and not that keen on missing out on any of it. So, she doesn't show that much promise as a lazy duvee monster (alas).

She is not quite crawling yet, more in the gearing up for it stage. Plenty of work up on the knees or the toes and lunging (which, more often than not, has the amusing effect of propelling her backwards). Her mobility has reached the point where it is not possible to leave her unattended for a quick trip to the pub anymore too long as she has a talent for wriggling into trouble...

Bush tucker

Back from Oz and Juno has been feted by all and sundry. Six months old today and she has just started on solids. Just before we left she was starting to evince an almost sharklike interest in any morsels that were within striking distance, so we decided to se how she would go with some real tucker.

I was keen to start her off on something substantial, something that reflected her (recently experienced) Aussie heritage ... something she could really get her gums into, like a pie floater or a Chiko Roll, but Jess was having none of that. So we served up a bowl of organic rice cereal and warm breast milk (yum).

She was into it like a shot. Scoffed it down. Well, the stuff that didn't end up all over her face, Jess's lap and the table...