Teeth, crawling, sleepovers, it's all happening

Hey all,

It's late and I'm grumpy. My first little toofy is poking its little head through my lower gum and I'm not a happy camper. But boy can I move now! No more of this pushing up onto my head. I've got a real little commando action (elbows and knees) going. Soon it'll be hands and knees I reckon. And fast! Mummy and daddy can't keep up with me!

Last night I stayed overnight at Aunty Linda's. We had a girlie sleepover - just me, Nicole, Kelly and Aunty Linda. It was the best fun. Tonight I'm back with boring old Mummy, Daddy and BJ!

Love, Zoë.

I'm learning to crawl!

Hey everyone I visit,

Lock up your cupboards, hide your unsafe bits and pieces. Zoë (that's me) has gone mobile, and that doesn't mean I've got a new phone!

Click here if you have broadband or here if you use dial-up to see my first efforts at moving around. (Unfortunately both of the batteries in the video camera were flat so the video cuts out when the last battery ran out... sorry! Dad.)

It ain't pretty, but it's effective. My mummy says to tell you that I am much more efficient at getting around when I want to, but not when I'm being made to for a silly video camera. I love being up the front in a live show (like at church), but I'm not much good in front of a camera.

I practised my getting around in the cot. Mummy and daddy put me to bed one way and when they come to get me later, they find I've totally relocated to the other end of the cot. Pretty groovy, huh?

So what's this mean for the Farrell household? Firstly, daddy and mummy have new headaches as they unpack from the BIG MOVE: now they have to keep things out of my reach. They've had to fit a gate at the top of the stairs (where the video camera was sited when filming me), and stuff like that. For me, it means INDEPENDENCE. (Yeh right - dad).

By the way, I'm a big girl now. Yesterday was my six-month birthday. Daddy says I'm growing up too much for he and mummy to enjoy, but I can't wait to get my licence, go to uni, get a job, etc, etc. (Daddy - not until you're 45, ok).

Love Zoë.

My daddy is the new minister at Jamberoo

Hi all,

It's been a while since I've posted anything, and it'll be a while before we put some photos up.

My baptism went really well, and was well attended. Uncle Simon and Aunty Erin came down from Wee Waa to join Aunty Linda as my godparents. It was very special.

I cried and cried - I was a bit tired - but once Mr Rienits took me up the front I enjoyed being the centre of attention. Funnily enough neither mummy nor daddy are like that (despite daddy's up-front job) so they don't know where I get it from. Maybe I just get it from me?

Since then we moved house. I like my new house but mummy and daddy are very, very tired unpacking and making a nice garden for me to look at out my bedroom window.

Last Saturday was daddy's institution as curate-in-charge for the parish of Jamberoo. Some people in the church think that means he's just an assistant minister and they can push him around. But I know my daddy better... But most people are very excited (as are mummy and daddy) about this opportunity to serve God.

This week they've been busy unpacking boxes and hosting people for coffee in groups of 10-12 (counting us Farrells). That's a bit tiring for mummy and daddy and they're a bit sick. Oh yeh, I nearly forgot, I'm a bit toothy too so I'm not easy to get on with. But I still smile cutely, so they never get cross at me. They just take it out on each other .

That's all for now.

Love Zoë.