The seconf half Year - From July 29. 1998 ->

July 2. - 28. 1998 Duracell bunny and Ayatollah
June 18. - July 1. 1998 Take five for a "roligan"
May 15. - June 17. 1998 porridge and name for a big girl
April 28. - May 14. 1998 Vaccination and parentsleave
April 16.-27. 1998 Numerous hits and tractor-driving
March 31. - April 15. 1998 Development and a whole nights sleep
March 30. 1998: Redesign of my homepage, weight and size
March 16. - march 29. 1998: Smile and a planned baptising
March 6. - march 15. 1998: Sour milk and fame
Feb. 26. - march 5. 1998: full speed ahead for a sucking-artist
Feb. 19-25, 1998: colic & timing
Feb. 11-18, 1998 Am I unique, or what!?
Feb. 10, 1998 My Godmother and new size
Feb. 8, 1998 Guests and how I got my name
Feb. 7, 1998 Grandma's glowing knitting-pins
Feb. 5. 1998 In bath, and on the wheels
Feb. 4. 1998 I sleep sweet at home
Feb. 3. 1998 Home for the first time
Feb. 1, 1998 I'm teasing Mum and Dad
Jan. 31.1998 Learning to suck
Jan 30, 1998 Popularity right from the start
Jan 29, 1998 Welcome to the World

I'm active from the very first moment in this world. I'm a little "screamer" that uses both my arms, hands and legs, and have a will of my own. Mum and Dad is for sure not going to tell me how to lie in my bed. If I don't agree, then I just SCREAM!

I'm trying very hard to suck, but I haven't really understood, that when I use my hands/arms as well, then I push the tit away.

Daddy changed my diaper the very first time. - Both dad and I enjoyed that in full. Mum had to be in bed off course, because of the operation.

If Dad continues to photograph me with that eager, then I'm very soon a routined photomodel. - Both Mum and Dad says that I might end up being just that, as pretty as I am.

I'm currently resided at Roskilde hospital, entrance 16, turn left and take elevator C to the 3.Th. floor, where I'm lying at room 378 with my mother. But I only take visits in the visiting-hour: 3-4 PM. and 7-8 PM.

Think about it, hardly a day old, and then already that popular! - Who knows how it ends!? - Grandma and Grandpa visited me this afternoon. I behaved like an angel, lying in Grandma's arms, looking at her and my Grandpa deeply into their eyes, not even close to screaming. - I'm sure that I recruited 2 faithful fans there!

I had a good nap in the afternoon. It's a little worse with my mother. She has some pain. - I have heard, that they have even cut her. But that was before I entered this World, so that can't be blamed on me. Can it!?

The late visiting hour arised, and I can assure You, that I received visits and presents. I said hello to aunts, cousins and a lot of uncles. - Dad was fooling around filling up glasses from a champagne-bottle and handing out chocolate-cigars. (Well actually it was chocolate-cigarettes. - Chocolate-cigars was nowhere to get.) - If my wardrobe is expanded with gorgeous clothes in the same speed as up till now, then I'll probably never have trouble balancing my clothes-budget.

I'm a real "party-girl" - I didn't mind at all been handed from arm to arm. - I have heard my Dad saying, that children looks so sweet when they are sleeping, so that was actually what I was doing all visiting-hour. - My problem was, that when the guests were gone and I was supposed to eat and then sleep, I mixed it up. I sleep best with a tit in my mouth - and I suck the best on my Dad's littlefinger, when I am placed in the bed to sleep. - But I suppose I'll learn it soon.

Now I have practised sucking, and I'm getting the hang of it. Even though, that it irritates me, that I can't just push a button once, to start the milk flowing all by itself.

Think about it - You actually have to work for the food. Some times when it's not going quick enough, I get "mad". I waver my head and my arms are moving like rotorblades.

When I finally catch my mothers tit and sucks some of the cream, then I get so relaxed, that I hardly want to make more effort to eat, if I have just satisfied my immediate hunger. - Mum complaints about that technique. - I don't see why. I like to have a small sip every 1 or 2 hour, in stead of every 4. hour.

My Mum is talking about lack of sleep. But it can't concern me. I get all the sleep I need. - Especially when I have visitors. Then I behave like an angel. I'm calm and sleeps most of the time. Then the visitors says, that I'm such a sweet girl - and a very easy child to have. - My mother doesn't agree with them, while I'm training my lunges during the night.. - But can I help that? - No, I don't think so!

Mum and I had some very "cosy" hours this night between 3 am and 6 am. Well I probably enjoyed my lunge-practice a little more than my mother did. But I even managed to wake up 3 other babies, so they could "sing" with me, every time Mum and I passed then with my squirky wheelcradle.

It was almost as fun as yesterday when Dad changed my diaper. then I managed in sequence to produce 3 dirty diapers and 3 washing-clothes meanwhile my father changed the diaper. My final act was to pea everything wet: The towel, my diaper, all my clean clothes, and not to forget my Dad. - How he managed I don't know, but he actually just laughed at it all. - Well, maybe because it's the hospitals diapers, towel and clean clothes.

Dad says, that it is incredible how fast one can grow to care so much for such a small one. - Mum is already anxious about how much I'll be able to twist Dad around my littlefinger one fine day when I get bigger.

Myh, how it was good to come home together with Mum. Out there on the hospital, there were a lot of "damn screaming kids". - Well it was close, that we couldn't come home. - I was ready for it, but Mum has a small infection in her operation-wound. But the doctor meant it was only superficial, so he let us come home, if Mum just promised washing the wound 3 times a day and visit our local doctor.

The cradle, the nursingtable and all my other stuff stood there, just waiting for me to come home. - Only the breast-pump was short. - I need one like that from time to time, because I am a little "wild" when I get hungry. I waver my head, and then it takes too long. With a pump like that, it might speed things up a little bit.

Dad went to visit Our church to get me registered. So now I kind of belong here in Karlslunde already. - My 4-legged cat-sister/-brothers has accepted my nicely. They found out very quickly, that I wasn't neither a meal nor a threat to them. They just have hard to understand, that they can't lie on the lap while Mum is breastfeeding me.

There is no trouble with my sleepingheart. When I was fed last night and put to bed at around 11.30 PM, then I slept until 6.30 am next morning. - Well if Your stomach is full, Your diaper I clean and You are pretty satisfied, then why not sleep? - I can even sleep in the arms of my Dad, no matter if he is talking to Mum, watching TV, listening to music or yelling at the cats.

That I am kidding my Dad of is another thing. I do it by filling my diapers just after he has put on the fresh ones. - Dad still doesn't like the stuff I put in the diapers, but we are having a good time together while he is doing it.

Today I received my own little van. - Dad must have found the purse again, because it is a high class Odder model named after an Italian city, I think. - Uncle Hans might have had a thing do do with it, working at Borrit Babyland (a grand baby-store). - It will be fun wheeling around in the neighbourhood.

Yesterday Dad spoke so highly about my sleeping-ability. I don't want to spoil him, so last night Mum and I managed to destroy his sleep almost completely. - I didn't manage to be fully fed so I wouldn't sleep more than a half or a whole hour at the time. Dad had to give me the dummy at least 25 times during the night. - Mum had some pain in her operationwound, so we had a "cosy family-night".

It wasn't because I was dirty, that I couldn't sleep, because yesterday night I had my first bath at home. - I had to adjust to it, but after a while I actually liked it.

Aunt Anita and uncle Jørn came to visit me today. Aunt is one of my most regular homepage readers, therefore a little special greeting for her here. - Aunt is also very good at expanding my wardrobe. Thankyou for that too.Who knows, maybe aunt could baby-sit me some time!? - Even though I think my Dad choked her, by being so good at changing my diaper.

Besides aunt and uncle, my Dad's colleague Kurt and his wife Anne came visiting us today. - Kurt is indirectly responsible for my name: Celine. - Because it was Kurt, who brought my Dad to Chablis in France, where Dad for the first time met a girl called Celine. She is the daughter of Jacques and Annick, who Dad and Mum since then has visited regularly.

The last time visiting Jacques and Annick in Chablis, was this summer, around the time I was produced. Everybody in Chablis, including my namesister: Celine is convinced, that I was produces that very night, when Mum and Dad stayed at Jacques and Annick. Being produced in France, is certainly not impossible, but Mum and Dad are more convinced that it happened in Denmark at the Danish holiday: "Store Bededag" ("Grand Prayerday" directly translated)..

My aunt Gitte also visited me today. - She is going to be my Godmother is it now decided. She liked that very much. She's definitely a member of my fanclub too. - I even think she would consider being my babysitter from time to time. - She does also have some practice with my cousins Mik and Camilla.

The public baby-health-consultant (or what it is called in English!?) also visited me today. She's OK and very nice, even though I didn't like all the exercises I should do. - I was a little too tired to demonstrate my crawling- and walking-reflexes, so it had to wait till next week.

My Dad says, that I'm able to keep him so much going, that he can't find the time to update my homepage every day, but just 1-5 times a month, or whenever some remarkable things are happening in my life. - I hope my readers/fans can live with that.

Except from that, then there really has been some remarkable days since last time. - I started up at February 11. by giving a shit to my mother. - Dad still hate him self, for not having the camera ready at the time (Mum doesn't!). - Well, after having a bath Mum held me in her arms, while I suddenly decided to have a pea. Or shall we say, that my Mum got the pea!? It gave the decired effect: Mum yelled: "Oh my God, now she is pissing on me!" - And then I decided to increase the effect, and blow a big fart - with full stuffing! Down on Mum's clothes. - I didn't know my Mum could scream that loud. - And I haven't seen my father laugh that much before, together with my "fake-uncle" Svend that were right there as well.

By the way, then I almost repeated the success at Feb. 18, 1998 when I was in bath. - Just this time I tested my "bubble-ability" and put a "stinky-boat" at sea. - Dad just laughed. - Just like when I make a "whet barb" on him. - It's incredible what I can get away with, and then still receive hugs and kisses. - I wonder how long that lasts!?

During the weekend we had guests again. I was especially thrilled, that Ole, Marianne and their daughter Stine dropped by. - Good grief, how they expanded my wardrobe. - Because Stine is now 4 years old, and therefore had a lot of used close, that I received from them. A lot of very pretty and almost brand new quality clothes. I'm very pleased by that, because with all my "wet barb's" I do need a lot of clean clothes.

I'm not so good to make dry barb's, so Mum and Dad often walks around with me, hanging on their shoulder. Unfortunately that often results in wet barbs in stead of dry ones, I get the hiccups and don't get rid of the air, so I get stomach-pains, and Mum and Dad are getting "sleeping-pains", if You can call to little sleep that. - Or they look very worried, just like the other day when I visited my first shopping-moll (Bilka) wildly screaming.

The worst this week, was when I tried to save on the Pampers diapers. Suddenly that's wrong too, just because I failed to make "curry-sauce" in the diapers for 3 days. - My stomach hurt, so Mum was convinced, I had a congestion, had a cold or had a minor colic. - Suddenly dad was more than willing to buy and change the Pampers by the dozen. - That's the way to take care of that. - No more trouble for filling a diaper when I feel for it!

Mum and dad don't doubt that I'm unique. - They are especially sure that my name is unique in Denmark, because I'm named after a personal French acquainted, whose parents my Dad by the way wrote a letter to Feb. 18, 1998. - But now they are not so sure any more about the uniqueness of my name, because the public baby-health-consultant (or what it is called in English!?) had sent Mum a letter about participating in a mothers group at 4 new mothers right in the neighbour hood. The other kids were called Frederik, Jacob, and then both the other girl and I was just called "girl". Because the administration at the town hall, who sent the letter, were absolute convinced that it was a mistake, that both girls were named Celine. - Think about it. - My parents go all the way to France to pick up my name, and now I have a name-sister right in the neighbourhood. So close, that I very likely will go to school with her. - Well my Mum and Dad will not change the name, they still think it's the prettiest one they could find.

The public baby-health-consultant off-course checked my weight too. Now I weight 3.700 g. - And then she checked my walking-reflexes, that certainly did function. - And then she agreed with me, about the irritating scratching-preventers on my hands. She don't think I need them. Neither do I. - A few scratches is no big problem. I have to learn to use my hands and fingers!

Feb. 17, 1998 I visited my Dad's job: Kommunedata. It was very cosy and Dad almost could keep his hands away from the computer-keyboard at the job, but only just almost. - Off course I was the big star, and I received a pack of gifts: A pack of beautiful clothes, a bottle-heater, "spill-collector", and a book not to forget. - Do You always get that many gifts? - If that's so, then life's beautiful!

Maybe others are also called Celine, but I have now received my own unique citizen-number.

But I'm afraid, that I have also received something I could do without: some colic. - That's what Mum and Dad thinks anyway, because the symptoms: Conjestians in my lower body, as if I have stomach-pains, and unmotivated screaming, especially within the hours: 18-22, well those symptoms they match perfect with colic. - Mum and Dad is just glad, that my screaming doesn't last long, and doesn't take place at nights. - But they do influent on my sleeping at certain times. - Thank God, I am best at sleeping from around midnight and the next 4-5 hours after that.

I still need to work on my timing Dad says, because I'm best at filling diapers, when I'm not wearing one, or when I have just received a new one on. - And I'm a champion at wet-barfing my clean clothes. - The Baukneckt has really got a job to do with all that laundry.

Except from that, then Mum and Dad is getting used to the fact, that I'm here, and are about to find a rhythm with the daily routines. Just, they cannot imagine how to squeeze in time to go to work, and certainly not for them both. - They have also found out, how to make me sleep: They shall just roll me around in my little van, or driving around in a car. Then I can sleep sweet for hours

I want to be big quick. At least, that was Mum and Dad's conclusion Feb. 26. 1998, where my weight was checked, down in the mothers group: 4.200 g and a gain of weight of 500 g in just 9 days, and a 1½ cm. growth. It's between 2 and 3 times normal.

I said hello to my name-sister Celine as well. Would You think, she even has the same type of baby-van in the exact same cloth as mine. She actually lives just around the corner. There are only 200 m, and I don't even have to cross a street to get there. It's very likely, that we're going to be playmates some time.

I have learnt a trick, that really impressed all in the mothers groups. I can suck on my dummy teat outside of my mouth and then back in again. Dad says it must be a trick I have learned from Maggie Simpson; You know: The baby in the cartoon Simpson's.

The public baby-health-consultant says, that I haven't got the colic. With all the food I'm eating, it's rather problems with the digestion, not the least because I don't barb enough. - So now Dad and I are walking a Tivoli-tour every night, just to make me barb. - Yes, that's what Dad is calling it, when we are walking up and down our gangway, where a lot of posters from the famous Danish Tivoli are hanging. They are very pretty and colourful, so I like that. - And one day, I shall probably inherit Mum and Dad's stocks in Tivoli.

Saturday night Feb. 28. we were visiting my aunt in Ølstykke. Birthdays were celebrated for both my uncle Jørn and my cousin Marlene. My God, I had a lot nanny's there. Actually I almost didn't get around to sleep all the time, we were there, so Mum, Dad and I were very tired, when we came home.

Unfortunately Dad has also started to work again March, 2., so now Mum and I have to manage on our own. It can be a little sad, especially when the weather is so bad, that it was this week until March 5. Then we can't get out to have some fresh air. Then it's nice when Grandma and Grandpa or uncle Verner are visiting me, as they did March 5. 1998.

Dad can really feel the changes of starting on working again. My homepage-update has suffered from it. It's not so that nothing is happening in my world! - Just keep on reading!

I have now visited our own Doctor. She could only tell, that I'm all well and healthy. And then she measured me: Not less than 58 cm. long am I now. - Then Mum and Dad can better understand, that some of my clothes already is to small for me. Size 50 have I never really been able to fit, but now some of the clothes I have received in size 56, is actually to small for me too. In the other hand then the doctor couldn't say that I had gained weight since last weight. But her scale might be slightly different from the public baby-health-consultant's weight.

Mum and I had a bit of a crisis during this week, because suddenly Mums milk-production was reduced. And even worse: Yak! - for a sour milk. Mum says, that it's probably because her period was due, and It's quite normal. - So I had to get some breast milk substitute. It gives me a hard stomach and some pains in my belly. - But I eat it with the greatest pleasure. - Actually, I give a damn if I get a bottle or a tit, if I get breast milk substitute. - I just eat with a great appetite. - Well, eating the sour milk needed some persuasion, but now - thank God - it tastes alright again. - So Mum and I we "tit" along again. - Mums worries therefore also seems to be smaller again.

My homepage is now on it's way to be famous. - A reporter on the Danish magazine WEB-World has surfed around on a lot of peoples private homepage, and has stumbled over mine/my Mum and Dad's homepage. The reporter is writing an article about private homepages, so Mum and Dad and I was interviewed the other day. A photographer is also coming to take pictures of us. - Mum and Dad never had a doubt, that some day I would be famous and could be seen in the news, but that it would happen that fast, they couldn't imagine.

I just love to lye on the nursingtable with a naked but, when I get changed. Then I'm almost always in the best mood. Actually Dad says, at I'm now smiling so often, that my smile is no longer an event, but a sure thing.

I also love to lye under my activity-trapeze. There are hanging some funny figures on it, which I can look upon, and not the least hit, so they jog around, rattling, spinning and everything. I really train my eyes, ears and for sure my controlling of my arms and hands. - From time to time I also sit in my little baby-chair, and just look at everything.

I grow every day. That Mum and Dad can see on my clothes, that quicker and quicker is getting too small. The last time it was checked my weight, it showed 4.400 g - but that was March, 12., so don't You think too, that now I weigh around 5 kg? - If not, it's not because of lack of appetite. Mum is pumping full speed ahead with the pump we hired at Falck, so I could get as much breast milk as possible. - I'm not that good at eating from my Mum's tit. It's just too slow now. Therefore it's only used as "socialising" when I'm almost full.

Dad and I are often walking around in the neighbourhood with me in my "baby-van". I sleep so good in it, and Dad enjoys the trips, when ever he has the time for it. - Mum and Dad also had a real "night off", the other day. Then I was "baby-sited out" for the first time. - I visited grandma and grandpa. - Grandma right away phoned her sister Vita, - You know - so I had a larger audience. - You can be sure that I behaved nicely and charmed both grandma, grandpa and grand-aunt Vita. - But what doesn't one do for the "fanclub"?

The date for my baptising has now been fixed. It's due to take place at Ølsemagle Kirke in Ølsemagle June 7 1998. It's our priest: Jørgen Lund, who also married Mum and Dad, that are going to baptise me. He is a very cheerful and entertaining man, but in a way, that everything he says, gives You some second thoughts.

Maybe You have already noticed, that my homepage looks a little different. All the pictures of me is now showed in a mini-size in the left column, so the loading-time is minimised. But if You want to see the pictures in a larger size, then click on the mini-size picture, and then the large-size picture will pop up.

Talking about redesign: I have just checked my weight and size today in the mothers group. It's now full 5 kg and I'm not less than 59 cm. long.

I have now found out, some of the things I can do with my hands. You can suck on them, and not the least on the thumb. And then You can open the hands, so the fingers are straight. You can also fold them. - Mum says, that I look so sweet and like an angel when I'm lying with folded hands. - Well it's also very good the unfold and open the hands from time to time, so I can wash the hands. Dad says, that he doesn't need all the "wool" I'm collecting and hiding the hands for him.

Mum and Dad has also lately told me, that I'm so clever, just because I think: A night is for sleeping. Actually then I sleep 6-8 hours every night. Mum and Dad are especially happy, when I nicely go to sleep at 23.00, and then sleep until 6 o'clock next morning; and it's not a rare sight! - Well, then it can't be helped, that I during the day almost don't sleep, except an afternoon nap for 2-3 hours, especially when it's outside. Mum is just complaining, that she is using all her time during the day to entertain and service me.

I still eat almost nothing but mothers breat milk. But I'm too lazy to suck on Mum's tits any more. It's simply just not quick enough for me. My patience by waiting for the milk to run out of a very little hole, that one has Mum and Dad spoilt, by in a period using a bottle with a very large hole. - Mum and Dad didn't find out of it, until I wouldn't suck Mum's tits. At first Mum thought it was because she had her period again, so the milk tasted bad. But it couldn't be right, because I didn't mind drinking the milk from the bottle. - Well Mum is then just pumping out the milk in stead. - The hired breastpump from Falck is doing a good job every day.

Mum also says, that I obviously think that I'm older than I really is, because I'm already doing all that I can, to stand up. I raise both head and legs so much, when I'm lying on my back, that I almost have the shape of a banana. - And I have also found out, how to scratch me in my hair the last few days.

The fact that Mum and Dad's homepage was mentioned in the magazine WEB-World gave a lot of visitors. The counter on their homepage advanced several hundreds within a week, and mine advanced with a few hundreds. It also gave some greetings in our guestbook. You can see ale my guestbookgreetings here or write a greeting in my own new guestbook or You can look in Mum and Dad's guestbook here or write a greeting in Mum and Dad's guestbook here.

Mum and I was during the week on two visits at uncle Hans in the country. He has a farm at Ejby, and it was very exiting. There were a lot of new sounds: Hens, a Cock, Ducks, Geese and howling Siberian Husky's, and then not at least: A tractor driving around on the field making a lot of noise. Whether that was the reason or not Mum and Dad can't tell, but after visiting uncle Hans, then I have imitated sounds almost like a tractor. I'm making engine-sounds so my snot is flying out of my mouth while I'm making bubbles. That's so funny that I'm laughing all over my face. - And then Mum and Dad can't help laughing too. - By the way, my first real laughter with a real loud clucking sound came April 25. - I actually smile very often and very easy. - And if I'm just serviced the way I want then my loudest cry can change to a big warm smile within seconds.

I have also had several visits. My cousin Søren (7 years) and his younger brother Morten (3 years) visited us last weekend. It was very fun and cosy, but also so tough, that Mum and Dad says to me: Don't count on getting 2-3 minor sisters or brothers! - Grandma and Grandpa also came this weekend. - Once again Grandma's knitting-pins had been glowing. So You can imagine, at now I have lots of very pretty knitted clothes.

May 1. was a day Mum and Dad feared. Because that day, I had to see the Doctor to get vaccinated against a lot of thing. 2 Stings should I have, one in each thigh. Mum and Dad were prepared for the worst: A screaming child for the next 24 hours. The had heard, that it was very normal.

Once again I proved to be a good girl. I screamed for about 30 seconds after each sting in the thighs, but no more than within less than a minute after the stings, I could smile to both Mum and Dad and the Doctor. - I got a little dull, and didn't have much appetite for the next day or so, but otherwise - it was no big deal. - You can imagine what a lot of praise I received from my parents that day!

I don't make just as many tractor-sounds any more. But then I "talk" so much more, and I love when Mum and Dad is carrying me around, singing, nursing and kissing me. - I'm also very fascinated by a lot of my things. Especially for another "activity-thing" with a lot of stuff on, that can hang on the edge of the playpen. I can grab it and hit it and so on. Besides then I'm, now also looking a lot the bears, puppies, dolls, animals, rattles and all that stuff that Mum and Dad has laid in or hanged at the edge of my playpen.  Sometimes I'm also grabbing them to examine then in my mouth (if there is room there for them for my hands and fingers), and not the least hit with them. Sometimes I also hit my self in my head. That's not so funny!

May 7. I finally got measured and weighed again, when Mum and I were in the mothersgroup: 5.650 grams and 62,5 cm. - Dad figured out, that if I continue to grow that much in the length as up till now, then my height will be more than 5 m. when I'm confirmed at the age of 14, so I hope not. If I'm to enter Guinness book of records, then I'd rather be for something else!

There also happened another thing the night before May 8. (Great Prayerday - a Danish holiday), because then I moved till my own room to sleep in my own bed. Again no big deal. I wasn't afraid to wake up a new place alone. I just need to make a little peep in the baby-alarm, to make Mum or Dad come. I still sleep every night (at least from 23 to 06) anyway. And then I don't have to listen to Dad's snore.

May 9 we were all invited to Dennis' birthday. It was all very fun at the start, but I really don't like if too many people are too loud. At a time I suddenly screamed loudly. Not because I wept, but I just tried to get attention. - It can be too much for me, if there is too much noise.

Dad helped me to buy at thing for my Mother at Mothers day May 10. I felt she earned and deserved it. Can You imagine: She's still pumping out breast milk for me. That is almost the only thing I'm still eating. Dad said, it probably was wise continuing that, during the present grand strike here in Denmark. It it certainly very unsure that we can buy some milk. By the way, then we visited Grandma and Grandpa in their small "colony-garden" on Mother's day, and it was the most lovely sunny weather with 25 degrees C.

Mum and I has started on some Gymnastics together with all the others from the Mothers Group: Frederik, Celine (Yes that's her name too), Jacob and Oliver, and of course their mothers. Well frankly I'm mostly helping my mother with the exercise by crying, so she has to run forth and back to my cradle. Well who wants to just lie down there all the time? - I don't. - Besides that, then I think Mum find it nice. Especially when it's over!

I'm still eating breast milk as my main meal, but after I turned 4 months May 29. 1998, then I can now also have other things to eat. It's just fine with me to eat rice-sauce (or what it's called in English) and some mashed vegetables, even if there is a certain amount of spilled food. Dad says that it's not polite to "drive tractor" with my mouth, while I'm eating. It's making such a mess. - "Driving mouth-tractor" is something I'm doing quite often, and not the least when we have all been out driving a car. Mum and Dad often laugh at me, when I'm lying at the back seat of the car and driving the "mouth-car".

I have also started to "talk" a whole lot. I can scream and "gossip", so much that Mum and Dad almost tell me to keep quiet. - And then Mum and I have trained to lie on the stomach and crawl. - I haven't yet learned to crawl, but to lift my head high - that's no problem. - But my no. 1 favourite is to stand up. Mum and Dad think I'm already walking, when I'm 8-10 months old. - They can't right decide wheather they are looking forward to it, because I'm lively participating in all the action around me. I'm listening, and I'm staring so my eyes sometimes must be close to rolling out of my head, everytime I'm experiencing something new. And It's no problem to me to grab things that I can reach. - And once I've got my grip on it. Forget about it - it's mine!

June 3. 1998 I was measured and weighed again: 67 cm. and 6.300 grams is my total now. - Again Dad has tryed to calculate, that if my height continues to extend, like the last month, then I will be about 8 m. tall, when I'm confirmated. - I sure don't hope that. - Talking about confirmation, then I was baptised june 6. 1998. My name is as previously announced: Celine Marie Franke Andersen. My father's sister Gitte is now also my godmother, and my fathers sister Anita, mother's brother Hans and aunt Vivi have all 3 becomed fathers ot the baptise. - So there should be a chance, that I will be raised in christianity, never mind what should happen.

I'm still getting a lot of praise, because I'm sleeping during the nighed. Actually then I have extended my night-sleep, so now I'm falling asleep on the pillow in Dad's arms every night at 10 o'clock, and Iøm sleeping right until 7 or 8 in the morning. - Mum says that they probably have to wake me up, when I'm starting at the day-care-mother. - But that's not due until after a while. - But I'm not getting any praise for my "hynding-sounds". But off course I have to show my temper and tell Mum and Dad what I mean, when they can't find out, that I just want to be carried around, stand up, lie down, have my dipers changed and a lot of other things. - Just because I can change my mind a few times every minute!

The hit for me at the moment, is to grab my own toes, when I'm lying at the nursingtable. Besides, then I have learnt to pull "the plugg" out of my mouth, and not the least: Getting it back in again - and usualy, even the right way.

Now I can beyond 5 months of age. I'm still drinking a lot of breast milk, which Mum pumps out for me everyday. But now Mum and Dad they actually want me to eat porridge and mash. It's not my big favourite. When I'm alloved, then I stick to breast Milk and breast milk substitute. - But I manage fine with that. - Just before going to sleep every night, I'm eating lots, so I can sleep the whole night. - I have actually only been keping Mum and Dad awake at nights for 2-3 times, since I was 3 weeks old. - Mum and Dad says, that other parents envy them.

I'm now lively interested in all around me. If I get the opportunity, especially when Mum and Dad are holding me, or walking around, then I grab all kind of stuff. - And I can stick to it, You can believe, just until I think it's fun to drop it. - For instance then I have becomed a genuine paper pusher, or should we say paper tearer. - Yet I haven't been able to grab some paper that Mum and Dad couldn't do without. - But just wait and see - it'll come!

I'm also very interessted in what Mum and Dad eat and drink, what they wear and what they do. Often i'm alloved to try some - just a tiny little bit. - And for the time being they are also acting strangely from time to time. They are yelling and screaming when they are watching football (no -not the silly american footboall) in TV. It was very extreme this sunday, where Denmark played in the 8th-part finale i the football World-championship against Nigeria. Mum and Dad wery shouting, so I couldn't sleep. (Denmark won 4-1). - Well it was very fun to play "roligan" the Danish pendant/oppisite to the British "hooligan" with a Denmark-hat on, and to see Dad with his clapping-hat and everything. - Mum and Dad looked very tired the day after. - And then they said: Just wait till Danmark is playing against and have beaten Brazil in the quarter-final on friday. - But I'll see it before I'll believe it!

Well, now the football Worldchampionship ended. Mum and Dad felt it was OK that France won, even though they were sad, that Danmark couldnøt beat Brazil. Thank God I didn't care. At the finale Mum and Dad tried to put me into bed before time, so they could watch the whole game. But no way - they had to keep me company until my normal bedtime at app. the 2. half time of the match. - Don't say that I haven't got the control of my parents - when I can keep then away from the world cup finale in their favourite sport: Football! - Well now they are watching another sport-event: Tour De France.

I have become quite active lately. I'm sitting and rocking with my feet, expecially the right one. It must be all that watching football World Championship say Dan. Besides that, then I'm called the Duracell-bunny, because I simply love to walt. Well it means, that when Dad or Mum are holding me in the right height above the floor, then my small legs are running full speed. And I don't stop, just becouse they are raising me. Then I look like the Duracell-bunny they say. It started the day Mum and I were in Køge Badeland (local swimming bath) along with the mothers group, and my 3 buddies: Frederik, Jacob and Celine (Yes like me!) July 2. 1998. It was just great. I loved to splash around. Mum says I "take to the water like a duck".

I'm not growing that fast any more, though the doctor at july 13. said that I'm higher than average for my age. I'm now 68 cm. But my weight is 6.700 g - slightly below average. But I'm following my own grothrate. It just seemes that I might become a tall, slim girl. That isn't the worst that could happen! - I was also vaccinated again at the doctor. 1 sting in each thigh. It was not pleasant, but scream I only did for a few seconds. My parents praised me a lot for that. They say that I'm a tough little girl. - I'm also proving it by keeping af straight face and a stiff upper lip while I'm hammering my hands or legs hard agains all kinds of things. Mum and Dad are sure, that it have to hurt simetimes.

I have also receive praise every time we went out. As saturday July 18. 1998, when we visited Grandma/Grandpa in the allotment and went to Else's birthday the same day. I didn't make any trouble though I 3 times fell asleep at one place and woke up a different place, with different people. Especially at Else I was a little angel, and charmed them all. And that was after falling asleep at Grandpa and Grandma, and waking up at Else in the middle of a very loud crowd of 20 people, where most of them were strangers to me.

After getting used to it, then I eat riceporridge and potatomash/fruitmash every day. Ofcourse I also get milk, but I'ts more and more brestmilk substitute. After Mum and Dad returned the big hired breastpump to Falck, and bought a small electrical breastpump, then Mum's milkproduction has allmost stopped. Dad says to Mum, that it doesn't matter. I have receive fulle ration af breastmilk for more than 4 months now, almost 5 months and some breastmilk for 2-3 weeks after that. It's very good. - The doctor says that I'm just plain healthy besides some small spots.

July 21. 1998 were the mothers group joined again. Now some of the other childrens mothers have to start work. It's only Frederik's Mum and my Mum that have parentsleave. Frederik's mother even for 6 months.