Waouh, can't believe how quickly time has been running since we got back from France. I'm (almost) a grown up now, I'm seven months! I still love to eat, sleep, play with my toys and sing (well, that's how Daddy calls it, he secretly hopes I'm the reincarnation of Elvis..!).

It's winter here, which means about the same kind of weather as what we got in France for summer... But winter means... viruses! It started with a nasty gastro (my parents discovered that I was very good at explosive vomiting), then bloked nose. But nothing prevents me from smiling, I'm a tough guy! Maman says that I'm loosing my cheeks, but looks like I'm not turning into a shrimp anyway!