Well, my first tooth is just popping out now. It hurts like hell, and I've let Them know, but all I get for sympathy is some Bonjella (whatever that is) on a huge finger, that comes and stuffs itself into my mouth. I would bite it, but there's no room for manoeuvre once your face is full of digit. The upside is that I'll be able to feed myself soon - you know, a chunk here, a chunk there, some in my mouth too. My favourite food trick, at the moment, is to wait until the spoon is close to my mouth, and then lash out. A good hit can flick the food about 2 foot away, onto the carpet. Very satisfying. They curse and mutter, whilst I look all innocent. Which I am, of course :-)
On the pedestrian side, I'm pretty tidy on my feet, if I say so myself. Not quite Fred Astaire, but sort of cute. Well worth a biscuit. OK, OK, I'll settle for a half biscuit, just give it me, my tooth's killing me!
No pictures this quarter (hey, cool dude business-speak). More photographic embelishments in Q4 I should think, if She gets to Boots before the Millenium. They've started to take snaps of things other than me. A bad sign methinks. That tooth is making my cheeks pink. Surely that's angelic enough?
Speech is still escaping me, but MAMAMAMA and DADADADADA are pretty easy. Its MAMAMAMAMA for when times are bad, and DADADADADA for when I'm pretty happy. They seem quite happy with this level of communication - I don't want to stretch Them too early, but I have considered 'prompt' cards to help Them understand the difference between the two phrases. I'm not saying They're slow, of course. It doesn't do to be negative about your parents. You've got to live with them, after all...
No! Don't go just yet, there's more...