Kort's world

Well, since I last wrote, I've been all over the place!

Tuesday, I had my first visit to the Health Centre. No big deal, we just went to the baby clinic to have me weighed and measured. I'm still tall--76cm (mom had to do the conversion--that's almost 30 inches)--and pretty lean. They said I only weigh 20 pounds, but mom's convinced I'm a little heavier than that. BUT, I have pretty much stopped nursing during the night, so maybe I'm a little skinnier without all that milk at midight, 2 and 4 am. Mom says she's happy to get more sleep, but I think she secretly misses our time together.

I've also joined another playgroup on Friday mornings. This one is in Aberdeen and is full of AMERICAN kids. There were more kids than I've ever been around. Last week we met at Tracy's house and she had toys in the yard and a sand table and yummy snacks. Mostly, I just stood and held onto the patio chair and played in the grass/dirt. I got to skip my nap (until I fell asleep when mom went to Starbucks(!) and looked around H&M in Aberdeen).

Over the weekend, we took another long train ride to Glasgow. Pretty cool trip. My mom and dad will have to tell you more about what we did, because all I know is that I spent a LOT of time in my stroller. I liked playing in the hotel room the most. Mom bought a bunch of plums that weren't ripe, so I had eight purple balls to toss and juggle. We lost a few in the room, so hopefully Housekeeping finds them before they rot.

The only tricky part about weekend getaways is that my mom and dad had to sit in a dark hotel room, hiding behind the bed while I fell asleep. They thought I didn't see them...but I knew they were there all along. I'm happy to be back in my own bed--last night I slept from 8pm til 5am! (Our first night back wasn't so good--it took me about an hour of crying with my dad visiting to calm me down when I woke at 11. I think I'm over it now, but he's happy I don't hold a grudge).

Recently, I've...
--learned how to clap and I do it all the time
--started to feed myself more than just Cheerios. Normally I throw other food on the floor, but last night I ate pears and noodles all by myself (my mom and dad know how to play to my ego and get really excited and clap when I get food in my mouth--now I don't want to throw it on the floor!)
--taken a couple of steps by myself, but I'd still rather walk with a toy on the floor to keep me steady
--started to let go of my lotion bottles. I still love 'em, but I don't ALWAYS have to have one. For a couple of weeks I had upgraded to a mini Aveda lotion, but now I'll take whatever's around.
--learned how to make my "s" and "z" sounds, so now I like to smile with my tongue touching my front teeth and squinting my eyes.
--attempted to say a lot of new words, though they don't come out just right. My favorite right now is "night-night". When I'm nursing before bed, every couple of minutes I fling my head in the direction of the door to say 'ni-ni' to my dad, who's typically downstairs cleaning up my dinner and toys.

Ta-ta for now. I'll see "yous" later (that's what they say here)...