Grannies, Trolleys and Ralph

Well here are some photos from the past few weeks, my little Bunkie, Savanna, is getting so big!

 

Here she is with my Mom (Gransie) Sav has two very cool Grannies. She has Gransie (above) and Granny Jo. We had the pleasure of seeing both Grans on Saturday and Sav had a ball being tickled, kissed hugged and played with! She is a real cutie and has both ladies wrapped around her little soggy finger!

 

She doesn't use the built in baby-chairs at the shops now - oh no. She sits in the toddlers seats in the Trollys! She loves it! The tellers have watched her grow from a One day old baby (yes I was at Spar the day after I gave birth) and then they saw her in her little car seat, then in her kango pouch bouncing away and making friends with everyone, and now she is a 'big girl' and sits up in the trolley = )

 She makes her neurotic mum a little freaked cos she insists on chewing the plastic advert panel - oh no! So we go armed with disposable napkins which I tie on...chew away Sava.

She is too sweet – she can stand on her own now, holding on to something, and she's a wiggle away from crawling! She's also learned the word "NO" and thinks its very funny when Mum gets cross and says firmly "NO! Don't eat your own P**p!" she just stares at me with a slight frown of annoyance and then…smiles. I could just do my nut.

Oh, and another thing – I can't get to grips with – My 6 month old wears 9 – 18month clothing, and has 18-24months tops. She is so TALL! If I stand her on my lap, her eyes are just above mine. Little monkey.

 

Talking about monkeys, the neighbourhood monkeys are back with a vengeance. We have a new dog – The Cork. (See previous posts) and he has done a great job of keeping them well away from our garden (and my flowers!) but the other day ~gasp of horror please~ a monkey moved my curtains to the side and cased the joint. The following day while I was out the said monkey opened the window and Came. Into. MY. KITCHEN!! Ok, if I had been in the house at the time the previous sentence would have all been in big caps and there would be a dead monkey in my garage.

 

Long story short – after deducing that I did not have "…der's a rat in da kitchen" (cue music: UB40) I realised that the sharp fang marks all over my butternut were in fact from Monkey. I'll call him Ralph. Ralph, is lucky that he escaped with his life, when Ralph decides to make a reappearance he will discover my dastardly plan… I have tied the window together = ) sorry Ralph. Try next door.

 

Keep well, and I hope to be writing more posts soon.

 

 

Sands x