Dear Brady

Dear Brady

Hello, well it’s the day after your first birthday party. You probably wont remember much about it (well that babyhood for you) but you had a great day. Mum got a bit stressed because you have just progressed onto very small fingers of toast which you had for lunch rather than your previous favourite of small dice of toast. Approx time to consume slice of diced toast 50min – approx time to digest toast finger – 1 hours and twent… oh bugger the guests are arriving. Very wisely you may remember you decided to start crawling the day before we went on holiday and you got a bit cranky about the lack of freedom and places to explore in a strange house. Now though, back in your own house you are bombing around the place in your walker (and seriously grazing the tops of everyone’s feet as you hit them about 30mph) and purveying the room from the safety of your playpen. Not quite decided if its design to keep you from harms way or just keep Logan out, but boy have you two been having some fun last couple of weeks. I say fun, its more of a screaming contest sometimes. Generally Logan tries to affectionately balance on your walker (“can I rub Brady’s head again mummy”) and you both laugh and shriek until someone gets a bumped head (usually you I'm sad to say but Logan is definitely winning in the whole falling over stakes (we swear he could trip over smoke).

I digress, anyway, lots of people at the party and I did a bbq in your honour with some nice lamb kebabs utilising nanas rosemary bush as kebab sticks and about 20 guest including my cousin Katherine who was over from LA and I've not seen for years. Granddad came and Mike and Logan invented a new game where they stand at the top of the slide and jump off onto Granddad who then makes a worrying “ooooff” noise. I keep lifting you up under bunches of balloon which makes you laugh hysterically when they bump your head and you try to grab them.

You are a really laugher btw, its pretty rare you cry, you always fall asleep without much fuss, ok maybe me and your mum fell slightly out of love when you went though the bright green pooping 6-8 times a day phase a few months back (this was basically due to you consuming your body weight everyday in your mums broccoli and cauliflower purees, when I asked a dietician if this was normal I explained your diet and she gave me the “you prat” look and just said – carbs, hence the diced toast).

Anyway, you had lots of waybaloo and wotwot presents, a peppa pig birthday cake – Logan had to have the whole pig off the top and just nibbled the head and you must have had a few drinks on the sly as you were crashed out by 7pm!