More Christmas photos...

Santa was very good to me this year....


It's Lucy's first Christmas - according to my PJs (little do they know...)

It looks like my bib was similarly misinformed:

Do you like my wetsuit? Another Christmas gift, this time from Uncle Michael.

And Santa gave me a pool toy to swim about in!

I hope my next Christmas is in another three weeks!

By the mantle with care...

I arrived safe and sound at my Great-Granparents house for Christmas. Here I am with my mum, my grandma Sherry and Great Grandma Fern:


I was very excited about helping decorate the Christmas tree:

But I got tired and had a rest on Uncle Christopher:

This jet lag is tough.

Crawling

Now I'm crawling, mum says I'm much more of a handful...



We fly out to Miami tomorrow to see Grandma Fern and Grandpa Bob - I'm very excited! I'll post some pictures when I get there.

Finger Food

I have been learning to use my finger s to eat - here I am enjoying a chunk of banana:



Mmmm delicious!

Baby it's cold outside...

The garden looks kind of different these days...

Only once a year?

I had my first Christmas today. Gran and Granda were down from Glasgow and cooked a huge big meal for me and mum and dad. I even got to wear a party hat!


Gran and granda had been looking after me all weekend, while mum and dad went to Paris. Mum and dad said they had lots of fun seeing Francine, Andre and Eric - but we had even more fun in London without them!

And when they came back there was dinner and cards and presents - presents are my favourite bit!

One of my favourite presents was a xylophone, which I will play for my parents (whether they like it or not!)

This is great - only a few weeks more till my next Christmas!

Come here....

.... and give me a big kiss!

Two Front Teeth

I now have two teeth on the bottom gum. They are quite shy though, and don't like to be seen out and about too much. Dad got me to show them eventually.

Jailbird Joey

Mum and Dad have got me a play pen so that I don't wander all over the place eating everything.



It's not so bad I suppose. Plenty of room inside.



I know why the caged bird sings, man

Braw

Dad says I'm braw. I think that's Scottish for something.


Looking bright eyed and bushy tailed:



After I've had some lunch, I like to relax and put my feet up: