22 months & 1 day old.

Today Felix is 22 months and 1 day old. In just two months he will be TWO years old. Gulp. Where has the time gone?

This is a photo of Felix last year when he was 10 months old and was in the middle of teething. Clearly the weather was much warmer as he was sitting outside in just a long sleeve top whilst this year we are sitting inside with slippers on(okay, ugg boots & starchilds).

Felix is now learning his colours. He already knows red, blue, yellow, green, purple, orange, brown, white and sometimes black. He also knows that Mummy and Daddy have brown hair and Felix has blonde hair. He is just starting to learn his numbers although hasn't moved much past 1, 2... He loves parroting Mummy and Daddy when they speak and is just starting to use small two word phrases.

Running and climbing are the adored activities and he can often be heard singing especially in the evenings on the way home in the stroller.

Felix is fast becoming his own little person and likes to think he is the boss around the house (actually he is!). His favourite past-time is closing doors, saying "shut" as he goes. He is obsessed by them!

He has a passion for reading, painting and playing with playdoh. But if you are a regular reader of Chez Felix you know this anyway.

Bye for now.

The Introduction.

So to those of you that don't already know him, I wanted to introduce you to the Little Man himself ... FELIX.




He arrived in to the world at 4.23pm in Paris on December 3rd 2004 at the Franco Britanique hospital in Levallois-Perret, Paris.




As you can see it was a crystal-clear chilly winter day, jazz was playing on the radio, the room lights were dimmed and before we knew it he had popped out into the world in three easy pushes (Mummy nearly missed it).



From Day 1 Felix was a pretty cruisy baby - pretty Zen actually and still is to this day. He was also incredibly alert when he was born and incredibly eager to explore his new world.


He didn't really cry terribly much and if he did it was always solvable ... wet nappy or hunger. No major illnesses and pretty much followed the usual developmental phases by the book.




He was never an overly clingy baby, hated being swaddled and preferred sitting over a shoulder rather than being craddled like a little baby. Always terribly independent. Although of course he had to indulge his parents just a little.




The first relative he met was his maternal Grandmother who came to Paris when Felix was only 2 weeks old. Felix had his first conversation with her whilst Mummy and Daddy looked on proudly.




Bon Papa joined Felix for his first Christmas and needless to say Felix was quite taken by his paternal grandfather and of course it was more than recriprocated. A striking resemblance was noted on the paternal side and it continues to this day.



There was then a big lag in meeting the rest of the relatives until Felix travelled to Australia when he was 5 months old. He was a star on the flight - slept the whole way. Must have been preparation for meeting everyone in Sydney, Bungendore, Mooloolah Valley and Bris-Vegas. And boy was he spoilt.

He started commando crawling at 9 months just after summer having spent a month with his Nanny and Pappie who were visiting (from Mooloolah Valley). And at 13 months he started walking and getting into all kinds of trouble - just in time for his 2nd trip to Australia.




Fast forward a few months and imagine a strapping young toddler with beautiful blonde hair, brown eyes, and the most divine skin. Absolutely dotting parents (who of course aren't biaised at all) and I guess there you have it in a nutshell - our little man Felix.




Hope you enjoy being Chez Felix and enjoy reading and sharing in his magical moments!