Nearly a month has gone by since my last post and some of you have started to ask what ever happened on the gigantic woosh and why I did not procede with the story. Rest assured, I will continue the narration (!), though in a more succinct fashion than the way I started it. 'Rather long winded post, that one was!' I hear some of you say. But first let me tell you what has prevented me from writing. I have learn to sit up! 'Not that again' I hear you whisper to each other. Of course I know I already wrote about managing to stay in a sitting position, but now I have actually learnt to get myself into it! After many attemps at a pilates stile sit up, and after much abs flexing, which resulted in nothing, I finally developed a more, lets say, yoga style technique. Rather simple really. I just roll onto my side and walk my hands along pushing my upper body until I am sitting up. Now I practice it a lot, especially when the-girl-with-the-pony-tail si trying to get me to have my naps.
Oh and another piece of news, is that my first tooth has broken through. Elia told me that is the name of this very sharp very tiny hard thing in my mouth. SInce it has popped through I'm not as keen on cheewing my hands as I used to be. Now I prefer to chew my toys, or someone else's hands, or nose.
