Eighteen months
Imogen was 18 months old last week (on the 25th obviously!), a mini-milestone. Unlike some people with birthdays on Christmas Day, we didn't truely celebrate her "official" birthday, though we did drink a little toast to her.
We actually spent the week in France, with my parents, down in the Dordogne area, in a little village called Constant (owned by the Holiday Property Bond, or HPB, people), just north east of Bergerac. Lovely area, apartment very nice, but a bit of a windy narrow laned drive to get anywhere for sightseeing (minimum 20 minutes to a decent road).
Immie was brilliant, especially considering that we drove there and back without any stopovers. The way there took ages, leaving home at 6.30am and arriving just before 10pm French time. Coming back was a bit quicker (7.30am French to 7.30pm UK), thanks to better luck with the Channel Tunnel train times, a faster drive, not hitting a traffic jam and taking one less break because Ims slept longer that time (only once each way, plus the last half hour or so each time).
Due to the allergy issues (see previous posts), we drove because we wanted to take all Imogen's food with us, rather than relying on getting dairy and everything-else free products down there. It worked really well actually, since we recently bought one of those Waeco thermo-electric cooler thingies (i.e. an electric fridge in the shape of a coolbox that plugs into the car cigarette lighter). Kept everything fresh for the journey, and provided us with cold drinks all the time. Brilliant.
One or two days were a bit hot for her, causing her excema to flare up a bit, but other days were cooler (even with rain) giving a nice break. All in all, it was a good week!
On other notes, she's doing brilliantly at the moment, very healthy, starting to talk more and more (I've lost count of the number of words now, but it must be about 50 perhaps?), and very active, adventurous and sometimes downright dangerous (such as climbing on chairs). She is growing well, and at her last weigh-in was just over the 50th centile again.
Oh, and she still doesn't really watch television (even though we tried with a DVD player in the car, with Tractor Ted in Springtime), but she seems to have taken a liking to Wimbledon, probably because she likes clapping! Not so interested in the football world cup though.
We actually spent the week in France, with my parents, down in the Dordogne area, in a little village called Constant (owned by the Holiday Property Bond, or HPB, people), just north east of Bergerac. Lovely area, apartment very nice, but a bit of a windy narrow laned drive to get anywhere for sightseeing (minimum 20 minutes to a decent road).
Immie was brilliant, especially considering that we drove there and back without any stopovers. The way there took ages, leaving home at 6.30am and arriving just before 10pm French time. Coming back was a bit quicker (7.30am French to 7.30pm UK), thanks to better luck with the Channel Tunnel train times, a faster drive, not hitting a traffic jam and taking one less break because Ims slept longer that time (only once each way, plus the last half hour or so each time).
Due to the allergy issues (see previous posts), we drove because we wanted to take all Imogen's food with us, rather than relying on getting dairy and everything-else free products down there. It worked really well actually, since we recently bought one of those Waeco thermo-electric cooler thingies (i.e. an electric fridge in the shape of a coolbox that plugs into the car cigarette lighter). Kept everything fresh for the journey, and provided us with cold drinks all the time. Brilliant.
One or two days were a bit hot for her, causing her excema to flare up a bit, but other days were cooler (even with rain) giving a nice break. All in all, it was a good week!
On other notes, she's doing brilliantly at the moment, very healthy, starting to talk more and more (I've lost count of the number of words now, but it must be about 50 perhaps?), and very active, adventurous and sometimes downright dangerous (such as climbing on chairs). She is growing well, and at her last weigh-in was just over the 50th centile again.
Oh, and she still doesn't really watch television (even though we tried with a DVD player in the car, with Tractor Ted in Springtime), but she seems to have taken a liking to Wimbledon, probably because she likes clapping! Not so interested in the football world cup though.
posted by Richard Warren at 8:16 AM
