Taking Pumpkin for a walk

Oscar likes to carry things around with him when he walks around. It's very cute.

By the way, Oscar came up to me the other day and pointed at his nappy, then walked to his bathroom door. He'd done a poo poo! He has done this a few times (but not every time) since, just without the pointing. Still, poo-awareness should be one of the signs that potty training can start soon!

Clap! Clap! Clap!

At last Oscar can clap!

Having seen many babies half Oscar's age display clapping ability, I did begin wondering about Oscar's hand-to-hand co-ordination.

But after countless repetitions of Oscar's favourite Thomas the Tank Engine clip on YouTube, he has mastered clapping and now loves doing it to any Thomas song.

Watching Dylan

We think Oscar has a special bond with his cousin Dylan in the UK. There's only 6 weeks separating them and in terms of development - or mischievousness - they follow each other very quickly.

Oscar also loves watching videos of Dylan - here he is watching Dylan play 'fetch'.

Squeeze!

I think this pic deserves a blog entry all of its own!

The price of nappies

With the rapidly declining pound, Matt has gone on a penny-saving mission and realised that we spend about £450 a year on nappies.

His first suggestion - that we use terry nappies - I refused point blank. I know that's what you and I were probably brought up on, but quite frankly, Oscar's poo is squidgy enough (think of all that nice fruit in Thailand) without it soaking into something that has to be reused.

So we have compromised and Oscar's gone from the most expensive brand of nappies to the cheapest.

Can you tell which is which?

Bye bye grandpa Keith

Oscar said goodbye to his grandpa Keith on Monday.

The all-you-can-eat buffet seemed to be a big hit with grandpa.
Oscar had already eaten his dinner. It didn't stop him.
And afterwards, he showed off his big belly to all and sundry.

Hallowe'en fun

I guess with the commercialisation of everything, I shouldn't be surprised that Asia now celebrates Hallowe'en in earnest. Trying to fight other - mostly Japanese and Thai - mums at the local Hallowe'en costume stall was more than I could bear. So I took Oscar's stripey bodysuit and an old pair of my knickers and voila! In 10 minutes Oscar had a very very home-made costume.
We took Oscar to a Hallowe'en party where he did un-Hallowe'en-like things such as bouncing on an inflatable goat.


And after, Matt made a nice smiley-not-spooky pumpkin head.