Hands and feet

Whilst Tom Daley is impressing the crowds and judges in the Olympics with Back 2 1/2 Somersault 2 1/2 twists, our little champion is just learning to hold onto her foot. This requires careful meditation and silence (and no flash photography, please) while she carefully studies her hand. Then out comes the leg followed by the explosive foot grab. Sometimes this is not successful and the ankle ends up clenched in a tight little grip. Settling on bronze medal she bides her time until the leg leaps into the air for another attempt. And then look! The foot is there, in the fist. She squeals with delight for a few brief seconds until the foot makes a bid for freedom and again she is lying on her back reflecting on her achievement.

My family came en masse yesterday. It was the first time my Bermudian Bro had seen the little baby, and I think it went quite well.

Millie the spaniel considers her pint-sized opposition…


Vashti is officially teething now. The manifestation is constant grumbling. If you can manage to distract her, then she may smile for a bit (she’s a good natured baby at heart). So I try to distract her as much as possible by doing faces, singing, playing guitar, juggling (yes – it works!) and anything else I can think of.

She’s best in the morning, like here:

Housewarming party

I couldn’t believe it. After one of the wettest July I can remember (probably another record breaker – June was), the first day of summer happened to coincide with our housewarming tea party. I also couldn’t believe the turnout. We never had huge numbers of people to our parties back at the old house, but perhaps like goldfish, the crowd grew to fit the space available. There were guests from my old job, my new job, my old church, my new church, Italian class, parenting class, and three houses in a row of neighbours, all of whom were lovely. Vashti was amazing, she must be an extrovert because she’s much happier with lots of people around. But we couldn’t do it without our good friends Lou, Lucy, Jane and Johnathan who helped us bake cakes and generally cope with fifty or so guests and a three month baby. Good work Katie.

The little muncher is getting bigger (if not as quickly as the fussy health visitors would like), and has her first tooth on its way. This leads to: lots of dribble; funny faces as she munches her lips; and a little bit of crying, but thankfully not too much. She’s going to look peculiar with only one tooth, I’m quite looking forward to that.


One of my favourite films of all times is 2001: A Space Odyssey. Early on there’s a fantastic moment where under the influence of a mysterious obelisk, the ape-man discovers how to use a tool for the first time.

You could say V had that realisation for the first time last night when she figured out she could make the toys attached to her bouncy chair spin round by whacking them with her hand.