Practising my wing chun

I'm not really practising wing chun, I'm conducting the London Symphony Orchestra. Star Wars is on the TV, and I love the music! Every time one of the themes starts, I'm up on this chair conducting with gusto! I love the Star Wars movies, though I've only seen the 3 older ones. Daddy seems a bit reluctant to get the newer ones for me.

Welcome to my office!

This is where I write my blog. Actually, I don't write my blog - I have a ghost writer. I live my blog! It can get crowded in here when everybody's busy, but that rarely happens when I'm around. The office empties out fairly quickly when I turn up. I suppose that means I'm the boss.

Boy or girl?

Whenever I go out walking with daddy, people always ask him this question. Unless I'm wearing a dress. It was worse when we went to Thailand, everybody said "oooh, handsome boy!". Daddy's daddy got fed up of everybody saying "pretty girl" about daddy when he was my age, because he had long ringlets. Daddy got taken to the barber's. I'll just have to wait.

Leaving it late for a haircut again

Long hair is nice, but typical temperature in our living room is around 30C - clothes and thick hair don't help anybody stay cool. Daddy is still offering to do my hair with his clippers, but mummy insists I go to a hairstylist. Daddy says I can have hair as long as I want when we live somewhere chilly, but he doesn't like to see me red-faced and sweaty all the time.

This picture is from the end of April 2008.

Oliver at 2 months

He's still growing - though mummy and daddy are mystified by his bottle size. He still only drinks about 125ml of "tastes just like powder", just 3 times a day. Mummy is still giving him her milk, but his bottles have been the same size since he was about 3 weeks old. He has started trying to talk, and daddy has long, silly conversations with him in the evening where they both gurn at each other and make funny noises.

I don't pay Oliver much attention at all - he's not very interesting.

The workbenches are getting smaller.

Daddy made our workbenches from the old doors that were in our house before we decorated it. Once I couldn't reach the worktop, but now I don't fit under it! They're quite deep, so I love to hide under them, especially if daddy is chasing me and saying "don't touch". I post things through the holes where the door locks were too. Daddy does make a fuss when he has to move everything to get something important back!

I like to site next to daddy while he's typing and draw. My favourite thing at the moment is to draw around the outline of my hand. Daddy will only let me have a pencil. When I ask for a pen, he takes me on a tour of the house and shows me how I've used a pen in the past. If I see daddy using a pen, I hold out the back of my hand and ask him to draw a star on it. I've often got stars drawn in pen on the back of my hand when daddy picks me up from kindergarten. I don't think daddy approves.

Oliver's shirt and tie

Nanny sent the shirt in the post, so here is Oliver, wearing Nanny's shirt. Oliver's bigger than I was at his age, but daddy says that he slept better when I was a baby. Oliver always wants to eat, and wakes us all up at night.