Okay, I guess I have to admit that it IS very hard to fall asleep when my arms are sticking straight up in the air as if I'm hanging out the washing. I don't know why my arms do that. It is kind of funny though, except when I'm really tired and my eyes are fixated on my waving hands. Then I grumble and call for help, which, of course, means that Mum or Dad comes in and wrap me super tightly so I really can't move. Then I fall asleep within minutes. Sigh.

I've had some good cuddle time with Grampa this week. He came down from the country so I had a few days worth of solid hugging. The timing was good because I've picked up a little cold and am feeling a bit average, so lying on my back hasn't been that comfortable. But being held upright by very big hands is really comfy and I've made the most of it.

I had a mouthful of sloppy goop a few days ago. It was warm and a bit rough and I had the feeling that this wasn't what I'd seen Mum and Dad eat the other day. I really wasn't sure about it, so after moving it around my mouth with my tongue, I then pushed the goop straight out again. I let Mum put in two or three mouthfuls but that was it. I increased my frown and started up a bit of a whinge, so that was that. I haven't had any again since, and am happy to stay with my milk on tap.

I went to see Nurse Fran again at the MCH Centre on Monday. My vital statistics are: weight 7430 grams, height 63.4 cm, head circumference 41.7cm, at four and a half months. I've put on 440 grams over the three weeks, which is completely average, so Nurse Fran was happy. I'm still sitting on the 90th percentile for weight, which explains why Mummy has to pull apart the folds in my legs to dry me after a bath. It just helps make me more cuddly I think.