Dear Polly, so here are some piccies (how spastic is that word - piccies..) from this month. I did actually try my best to face book them but face book is a bastard and wont work for me.
So its thurs - pubic holiday. All the boys are asleep, I am downstairs while Redha sleeps upstairs, and Izzy is in the big room with me. Redha wanted to properly sleep so I packed a little plastic bag of all izzys stuff that he will need while he is with me downstairs: his cloth for his mouth, his blanket, his four oz of milk, his pamps and wipes, and his safari foot finders. They are like socks with big animals on them which he must wear when he thinks he may have lost his feet. Can also be used for his hands.
So please observe the photos... The ones with the boys are from the bday dinner at the new Tenaga restaurant which is so pretty now, looks rich-y and indian-y; not like a 70 year old's ex pat bungalow house anymore. And then at the end of the meal they served this beautiful tray of indian spices which have been delicately coated in mint and shit like that.
And the rest are of Izzy from this month at various times. At the moment he is discovering his voice - so he coos and gurgles like those real babies do. Its excellent. And he loves anything that flashes with lights, and he is a tv addict. He cant hold anything yet but sometimes he will try and reach out for something - usually the handle on his basket. He still likes to talk to his friends on the wall paper - remember, they are Ah Kau, Ramasamy, and Ahmad. He has a whole new wardrobe of clothes from Mothercaresalot for 3 - 6 months - which will only fit him for another half hour or so. I tell you this child is huge.
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