Crawling not running to my hiding spot

The other day Mummy could not find my sippy cup anywhere. She looked all over the kitchen, on the table, on the floor, in the fridge, in the sink, under the couch, in the cupboard with the other cups, it was nowhere to be found. Mummy gave up looking. Then a little while later I crawled into the kitchen up the drawer where the pots are. I like to play with the pots, pull them out and bang them. It's a great drawer. I decided to keep my drink there and then I would be able to find it when I am thirsty. So I had a drink. And then I put my cup back in the drawer again.

My Aunty Heather in Canada send me some clothes. Some jeans and a hockey shirt. It doesn't belong to any hockey team. Daddy said I looked more Canadian wearing the hockey shirt than in my "Canada Eh!" clothes or my Roughriders outfit.

Contrary to some impressions from photos, I am not walking yet. I have taken some steps, but I really prefer to go crawling instead. It's so much faster, why doesn't everyone do it? Whenever someone tries to make me stand I sit down again. I can do it but I simply choose not to.

gotta get up

So, crawling? I'm kinda over it. sliding along on my belly is working fine for me, besides I think that I can use my legs to do something even better! Stand up! That way I would be able to get over things like the step into the bathroom, and be able to reach to second shelf of the book case. Did I tell you they moved all the books from the bottom shelf? How annoying.

Corn on the crawl

The other day Mummy gave me some corn on the cob. It's the first time I have ever had it. I love it when I eat the same food as everyone else. I am told this is a very special occasion because Mummy and Daddy have never before seen corn on the cob in Russia. 

Here I am doing my push ups. I am practicing so that I can crawl properly. These days I can push with my knees but still not get all four limbs off the floor at the same time.

How cute is this?!?

There's something to this crawling thing. I'm pretty sure there is a faster way to get around the room than on my tummy...



At least I've got someone to help show me!

Up goes my bum

Hello again.  It turns out that I'm living in a new house, or so I've been told.  But all I really pay attention to is that my family love me very much and that I get to eat lots of real food these days.  This morning daddy gave me grechka.  (Buckwheat.)

Mummy says I am doing mental problem solving.  Daddy thinks I'm really funny.  But I'm just trying to get my bum up in the air.

If I can get it high enough I might be able to propel myself forward somehow.

I've heard that the legs are also involved.  If you kick them lots it might help.

That's enough exercise for today, I'm pooped.

Here I come....!

My Mummy went out today and came back in a truck with my new bed.  I think Abigail will be really happy that she gets to sleep right next to me.