It's been a relatively slow news week guys.
I'm continuing to get bigger and tipped the scales at 9lb 6oz on Wednesday. Do I look big in this?
I've also been trying to stand on my own two feet...physically...I still need Mam & Dad to buy me clothes.
I have started to have some kind of routine in the last few days. I get up in the morning, cry, eat, sleep a bit, cry again, eat, have a play, cry, sleep a bit, cry, giggle, sleep a bit, cry, eat (pretend to), cry, wriggle, smile then eat a bit more. After all that, I try and keep quiet while Mam watches In The Night Garden (she loves Iggle Piggle).
However - this routine was rudely interrupted on Friday morning when Dad got in the way of my morning ablutions...literally. He had to change his clothes. There was a photo but he won't let me put it up.
Another first though...to give Mam a rest (and a glass of wine) I agreed to let Dad give me a bottle for tea. Mam had made it earlier. I think it's called an espresso.
Finally - I had a funny dream in which a flying fish told me that I could make a lot of money if Fisher Price sponsored my blog.
Until next time...make sure you buy Fisher Price stuff.
A x
1 comment:
"I get up in the morning, cry, eat, sleep a bit, cry again, eat, have a play, cry, sleep a bit, cry, giggle, sleep a bit, cry, eat (pretend to), cry, wriggle, smile then eat a bit more."
Ha ha! Sounds like your Dad when he used to live in Tooting!
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