Lots of big-boy sitting up

BB is doing some great sitting up lately. I never realized how much easier it would be to do things such as go out to a restaurant or grocery shopping when he could sit up.

Sitting in a high chair = no longer having to eat with one hand while trying to keep plates, cups, knives, forks, etc out of reach... no longer having to worry about spilling hot (or cold) things on my lap/BB... able to put toys on a tray so I only have to pick them up once every 20 seconds instead of once every 2 seconds.

Sitting in a grocery cart = being able to bend down and get things from the bottom shelf without worrying about overbalancing due to BB in front pack... not worrying about BB puking down the front pack and me not noticing (and having random stranger tell me about it)...

A new style of hat?

There comes a time in a parent's life (or many times, if you're us) where it's funny to do things to your baby that other people/the baby as an adult may not think are very funny. The opportunity to put pants on a baby's head is one of those times. Of course, it must be recorded in pictures.

What's happening? 

I don't think I like this. 

I'm begging you!

7 month old Bad Baby!

As I described earlier, the early evening is not BB's best time. So I have no idea why we decided to take his monthly photo at approximately 6pm. It didn't go so well.

Ooooh...paper!!

It looks delicious. I should try it.

Yep, it is. I love it.

The next morning (very very very early) I thought I might try again. This time I put BB on the couch and then put the paper behind him so he never saw it. I'm so crafty. I can outwit my 7-month-old son!

Sad Wet Tired Baby

He just had a bath. He is wet and tired and sad. And cute.

Walking again

Today we did Ben's Walk (named after some guy called Ben, I assume). It wasn't too long, only about an hour and a half, and not too strenuous. The dad carried BB in the Ergo on his back for the first part. I got a bit worried that a stick might poke him in the eye, so he switched to the front. It was great weather for a walk. We tried to find some alleged Aboriginal rock paintings that were on a little side track, but after spending time scrambling up a cliff* and through the bush, we couldn't find them.

A really spooky cave. 

Enormous wombat hole. Thankfully no wombats chased us.

Family photo using the magic of the self-timer. 

Fording the river.

Through the chasm.

View out from the chasm.

 *'Cliff' and 'gentle slope with some rocks' could be used interchangeably here

Down at the pub

The late afternoon/early evening is not a good time of day for the Bad Baby. He's bored with all his toys and he's tired and hungry and just altogether not so good. So we decided to go down to the pub (aka The Berry Hotel) to have a short drink and pass some time before bed.

This strap is good and all, but where's my beer?

Ahh, there it is!

Hopefully one day soon...

... the Bad Baby will be as skilled as his cousin at eating.

Porridge for breakfast - looks... delicious? 

And then a baby-sized hot chocolate while the grandparents have some coffee.

I have no idea how much actually made it in his mouth. 

Some more beautiful pics

Up behind the town where one of the Aunties lives is a 'mountain' called Saddleback Mountain. I say 'mountain' because it's not at all a mountain, just a hill. But it has a lookout with an amazing view up the coast.  This was the second time we had been up there, but the first time when you could actually see more than two metres off the edge (because of fog).

Unfortunately the baby was being bad and actually sleeping when we wanted him to be awake. How dare he. The dad and I had to take turns at the lookout so that nobody stole the baby out of the car. Of course, he woke up about one minute after we left the lookout.

Some beautiful pics

Just so everyone can be a little bit jealous...

The photos above were taken on another walk around the harbour (basically just a longer version of the  other one). The photo below was taken from the balcony of the house in the country around sunset.

Building a fire

Ok son, first we have to place the logs and kindling in and set them on fire. 

Then we have to make sure that we don't leave any ashes on Grandma and Granddad's fireplace. 

Mum, could you leave us alone here please. This is man work.

What a Bad Baby

We were out for coffee with BB's grandparents at a little cafe near their (and our, for the time being) house. Apparently, I did not put my hot chocolate quite as far away from the edge of the table as it needed to be. That Bad Baby grabbed it and pulled it over onto both of us. Thankfully it wasn't too hot, otherwise we may have had to take a trip to the hospital. I did have to walk around for a while with nice wet pants, which was almost as bad. And I didn't get to finish my hot chocolate, which is way worse.

Reading

We're hoping that BB has his mother's love of reading anything and everything (i.e. map books, phone directories, etc) rather than his father's inability to finish any book ever in his life. I think we're off to a good start. Even if he likes to chew the book way more than read it.