At the risk of sounding big-headed, I may be the most lovely baby ever. Ever!

I went to the doctor's today and bear in mind this is the baby-specialist I'm seeing. She's gonna see a lot of babies every day. I hit her with some of my best smiles and at the end of the appointment she sheepishly asks if she can have a cuddle! Well who am I to deny my adoring public ;)

I did think she hugged me for just slightly more than was socially acceptable though... glad Mum was there to claw me back.

Hmph. Mum thinks I'm being 'loose' with my smiles. She's painting it like I'm smile-cheating on her.

I just want to brighten up everyone's day with my devastating good looks, is all!

Wow gosh this is exciting. I may have been a little eager the other day but I'm really sure I've got some decent hair coming on the front of my head now.

Just looked in the mirror. Good job Mum was holding me - talk about a dreamboat. Swoon!

...I've got a new 'do.

What? Well it's not much yet but I'm working on it. I decided that a full head of hair was better than partial baldness so I'm working on the bit at the front.

It's just starting to show, can you see it?

I don't wish to brag but I did a damn cool push up whilst lounging around on my tummy today. Just sayin'.

To be fair I can get most things I want by crying. But I'm starting to suspect that the parents are getting used to my cries and they are slowly starting to build up a resistance to them. This will not do! I require that my cries are as devastatingly soul destroying as possible.

This is why I have started to modulate my cries. Just a slight variation in pitch, duration or vibrato and it's a whole new cry! The parents are like the Borg: they can adapt. But so can I... bring it on!

Wow. So much to tell you.

OK first of all some joker put me down the wrong way up on my front. This is not the first time this has happened but today I showed them who was boss. I rolled right back over onto my back. The parents seems so thrilled it makes you wonder why they didn't put me on my back in the first place. I won't be giving them the satisfaction again any time soon!

Secondly, I figured out my vocal chords a bit as well and started making grumbly discontent noises instead of straight up crying. I thought I might try it out to give the parents a chance to rectify their errors before shouting the house down. Am I too generous?

Thirdly, I finally had enough hugs. Yeah yeah I know - I like hugs OK? But sometimes enough is enough so I cried until I was put down. They put me in a primary-palette jungle replica that they call the "jungle gym". Or "Jim's Gym", if you will! Ha, quite pleased with that. Had a pretty good workout.

Lastly, I was left without a nappy on for more than 3 seconds which was very ill-advised. Admittedly it was to have a bath. I'm having baths, did I mention that? Oh no not in a tiny little baby bath. I'm a very large boy! It's the big bath for me. Anyway, long story short I peed on the towel. I'm not sure the parents liked that too much but I doubt that will stop me from doing it again ;)

OK I relented on the picking things up resolution. Apparently giving up on resolutions this early in the year is considered pretty weak but hey, I'm only a month and a half old. Give me a break!

I was given a nice rattle and today I held it and gave it a good shake. Daddy thought that the shaking might just be coincidental due to the fact that I couldn't intentionally let go of the rattle. Come on, Dad. Give me some credit! Rattles are there to be shaken!

Hands!

Wow, so it turns out that they are good for more than just:

• Sucking
• Hitting myself and other people in the face
• Wrapping around other people's massive fingers.

I figured out how to grab stuff. Well, specifically my blanket. Man that thing is soft and lovely. Who wouldn't want to grab that?

I haven't really picked up anything particularly heavy just yet but actually I think I'll hold off doing that for a while because I heard once you start doing that people will ask you to carry things and that sounds like a drag.

Today I decided to give the parents a little break from the heartache of tears and started trying to practise smiling. It's surprisingly hard to get the hang of!

Dad sometimes mistakes my smiles for wind but sometimes he's dead on. I'm not sure what it is about wind that makes me smile.

Mum is never quite sure which it is. To be honest, I quite like it this way - best to keep her guessing!