Learning to jump jollily

Taking over the bed on a Sunday morning:


We put her in the jolly jumper for the first time. After a bit of confusion, she seemed to get the hang of it.



I can lift my head higher than yours ... competing with Anna, born on the same day as Georgia:



... and keeping a wary eye on Alex in case he steals a toy:



Getting more confident with the jolly jumper:

100 days of action

100 days old today !!!

Weekend

Well, she survived her evening without Mum. I'm not even sure she knew Mum was away. Here she is today watching her favourite Irish rugby team, this time against Scotland. Once again, as soon as the rugby came on she was fixated. She is not being indoctrinated by her parents, I swear.



Then we went to the Jardin du Luxembourg on a glorious spring day. Apparently this winter has been the warmest for 50 years.



Unfortunately she had a bit of a grizzle on the bus on the way home. Mum disappeared to the back of the bus, disowning us. I regard it as good practice for a screaming baby on a long-haul flight.

Then to wrap up we had a chat about how the day had gone, who was going to win the French presidential election, and whether the left titty was better than the right one.

Danger

Mum has gone boozing with the girls, abandoning the baby in the care of Papa.

Nervousness all around.

So far, so good.

Now she's 1/4

Georgia has got noticeably stronger in the past couple of weeks. She's holding her head up well and wants to stand up (supported by us, of course).

She rolled herself over the other day, too. I think she got a real surprise and has been trying to repeat the trick ever since.



Now that she can hold her head she can face outwards in the Baby Bjorn (sling). She loves being shown the world this way.




And she has discovered a new game - rubbing her hands together, like Arkwright.



She still loves her bath


It looks like she is lining up a snooker shot:



Holding her head up, trying to work out how she did the flip:



And this is her reaction after Papa told her the joke about the vicar, the rabbi and the priest.

Rugby head

We've discovered Georgia is a rugby fan. We perched her in front of the TV and she went crazy talking to the screen. Like a loyal Frenchie, she was cheering for the Irish over the hated English.

More of the same

Charles

Business as usual for the past few days, except that Georgia got her first vaccinations. No dramas there - she didn't get a fever, nor was she unusually grumpy, but her appetite has been down a bit.

Georgia found a new play mate, and a new play mat. This one is called Charlie, an English/Irish/French baby, so he has half of the six nations rugby tournament covered. He is son of Louise and Tom, who we met at the ante natal class. It looks to me like she's trying to shove Charlie out of the photo.

T'riffic trio

Here's a lineup of the three angels, and the three young chickadees (I'm not saying which is which) at what is probably the first of many G&T sessions. From the left, Isabella and Cynthia; Georgia and Andy; Laoise and Cliodhna.



The proud but somewhat alarmed fathers; Phil and Dave.



And who is proud of her puku?

Georgia on my mind

Due to the overwhelming public reaction we received to our last video, here is another one.

It's big (8MB). And for the full experience, make sure you have the sound turned on.