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Fair Dinkum Baby!

Yes! I have one of those fully fledge fair dinkum babies, like you see on silly Huggies or Kleenex ads! I swear, all the babies on those ads must be ten months old!

Today Bryn started crawling on his hands and KNEES... Now he's been mobile for about 6 weeks or so already, started out commando crawling on his belly and then a could of weeks ago he adopted, what is fondly termed, "The Audrey", crawling using one knee/foot and then folding the other leg under the bum and kind of half hopping (ok, baaaaaad description of it, but you guys know what I'm talking about, right?)...
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The day before yesterday I spotted him trying to co-ordinate this left and right knees, rather ineffectively at the time. Yesterday, he managed to co-ordinate them for "one crawl" (like one step, but on his knees) and today he is finally making it some distance without feeling the need to flummax on his belly, or fold one leg under his bum and shuffle along, hehehe!

But not only that, he is charming ladies on the bus with smiles, and coy peek-a-boo games. His hand dexterity has really shifted up a gear in the past week or so too, and now he grasps, throws, manipulates.

He also suddenly realised that he CAN swallow without choking, AND he likes food!

But wait, there's more...

He's formed his own word for boobiejuice!!!

Erik called it Meh, and so I called it Meh when Luey was a baby and Luey went with that...

Not content to have a twice-recycled word, Bryn has decided it's not Meh for him, but rather, "May"... And he says it in an *almost* sentence format which either goes something like, "May, bubbub, May, mummum, May!", or "Mummum May bubbub!" (so either bubba wants some boobiejuice from mum, or mum give boobiejuice to bubba)...

Ah, I'm so proud - who says you can less about what the third child does than the first, when it's all a wonder...

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