Saturday, 31 May 2008

First ride

Did I tell you that I went on a carousel. What revolving cuteness!

Onlookers gathered and waved. I just rode onwards and roundwards.

Arrival in Plymouth

After the race I was loaded into the Seat of Doom and driven down to Plymouth. On arrival at our guest house I was horrified to see that we were all in the same room. How was I going to sleep through the night? (Mother's note: he didn't)

Decided to take the racing buggy out and so gently proceeded along the cliff of Plymouth Hoe in search of a restaurant to refuel parents and Big Sis. We ended up eating at the Barbican. I say "We" because although I had already had a half pot of baby food the restaurant had a "High Chair".

"What is a "High Chair"?" I hear you ask. It is a brilliant concept, Obviously invented by some unsung be-nappied genius: you sit in it at the level of the table and are fed adult food. I ate monkfish with chilli and ginger, marinated lamb and garlic bread. Yum.

Friday, 30 May 2008


Last Sunday I entered a race - agoo.

It was drizzling - aboo.

It was advertised as a 10K race - agoo.

I ended up doing the 500m race - aboo.

I was the youngest in the race - agoo.

I had to wear a hat - aboo.

Mummy did the running - agoo.

We came last - aboo.

I got a medal anyway - Agoo.

Next year I'm going to make sure that Mummy trains more.


My apologies for the gap in posting - I have been a busy baby. No new teeth yet though. I will update you all on my adventures in a series of posts.

Happy Birthday to Wise Granny.

Saturday, 24 May 2008

Mmmm Sipping Chocolate

Took parents to Salisbury and drove Mummy round the cathedral while Daddy went to the cafe to write. Explored the acoustic properties - my waahs sounded both wonderful and very loud. Looked at some tombs and effigies but found the leaflet more interesting or at least more tasty.

Daddy took us to a cafe where they served sipping chocolate. MMMMMMmmmmm and a bonus - a brown moustache for later delectation. Mummy didn't have her camera so no record (phew). Home and a trial of spinach, potato and parsnip - I would eat this if really hungry, otherwise no - washed down with yoghurt. I then had some blended pasta - just what Mummy and Daddy had been eating only chopped up. I was full so didn't eat much. Early night but then woke needing Calpol and topical whisky.

Today I took Mummy to a fete. She ate a cupcake with me in my sling. I was not amused by the appearance of cake-crumb-dandruff. I ate penne pasta with tomato and courgette then yoghurt. I suspect that I have 2 sweet teeth as I prefer yoghurt and now rather enjoy Calpol. Bath, mixture of yoghurt and tomato removed from neck crease. Big Sis bounced for me this evening - it is such fun watching other people bounce up and down. I was in stitches. Tried some tinned pear - sweet so enjoyable even if also lumpy.


Thursday, 22 May 2008

Anonymous giggling

Apologies to anyone who has found a brief giggle on their answer-phone. It was Mummy and Daddy phoning people up and then tickling me.

Daddy got me out of bed today - straight to Baby Breakfast as second breakfast not third breakfast. I went out with Mummy so had to survive on breast milk. On return I tried potato, parsnip and cauliflowers. Proceed direct to blup, do not pass taste buds. Daddy tried it and though that it tasted like Brussels sprouts. Don't think that I want to try them then. Ate two yoghurts to try to wash the taste out of my mouth then a couple of Wotsits. Finished with some Baby Apple Juice from my Trainer Cup.

Spent time in my door bouncer. The dangling band was at just the right length so I could bounce myself, spin round etc. Cue gurgles of joy as I exchanged happy noises with Mummy.

Exhausted myself so early bed. Agoo all.

Wednesday, 21 May 2008

A glorious triple.

Daddy feeds J the Jamaica Ginger Cake. He eats. He drools! All down Mummy's wrist, under the watch strap, under the cuff. What a wonderful result! Baby 1, Mother nil.

Mummy has J in the Flying Baby hold. What's this? A surreptitious drool. Straight onto the front! Look at that soggy patch. Baby 2, Mother nil.

Mummy holding J while he watches the Scrabble game. Her attention momentarily diverted; he possets. Look at the white patch. What fun. Baby 3, Mother nil.

Mummy takes J upstairs and loads him into his grobag. Sleep stopped play. ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz.

Returning after a short nap

My apologies infant comrades but not only have I been a very busy J but my internet access has been down.

A bullet point update:

Friday - relatively standard day - woke, ate, exuded cuteness, tried to chew Mummy. Food - Baby cereal, Baby rice (blair, yuck), pasta, tomato and ham (good for dyeing bib, clothes etc.) and strawberry and banana whip (yoghurt) - not convinced by this.

Saturday - emergency mission of mercy up to Grand parents. Baby of Morale required urgently. On arrival went straight into action reminding Cool Auntie and Wise Granny how much they enjoyed seeing me. They marvelled at my rolling - I showed them exactly how to do it then went on to demonstrate preliminary sitting. Eventually they peeled themselves away and went off to pick up Granddad and to do some shopping. I am now the proud owner of a cow cup. They also bought two new food stuffs - yoghurt and Jamaica Ginger Cake. Cool Auntie tried feeding me yoghurt. As you can see this was not a total success. Daddy gave me cake - mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Sunday - back into routine - walked Mummy to church. Four foot wooden baby nowhere in sight; scared off. Admired by congregation then walked Mummy home. Daddy took me out for a walk and a go on the swings.

Monday - Early to rise means that a J can fit in an extra breakfast (time for Op WALLPAPER PASTE again). Baby swimming then took Mummy shopping. Decided halfway round Asda that I was not happy at all. Had to feed in car before the drive home. Ate apricot and apple and strawberry puree and inexpertly mashed butternut squash.

Tuesday - Teething again. Waaah. Took Mummy to the Babies and Mothers morning then on to a hospital appointment. Since it was for her I graciously slept through it. To pool, met with Big Sis and Daddy and enjoyed being taken for a zoom. Home, must let Daddy pick the menu more often - Pear Surprise and Jamaica Ginger Cake for supper. Wow. So full that didn't want much mashed potato. Bed, woke at midnight for reassuring feed then back to sleep again, secure in the knowledge of a job well done.

Thursday, 15 May 2008

My Diary 13.

Agoo fellow babies. What time is it? Not 2:30 any more! My second tooth is through and I didn't need either calpol or whisky today.

Wise Granny bought Mummy sweet potatoes and Daddy cooked and mashed one for me. I quite enjoyed it even if the texture is a bit more lumpy than I am used to. Still the Pear Surprise washed it down nicely. Today I also had a double helping of Baby Cereal for breakfast and half a banana for lunch. I also averted a major disaster - Mummy's breast was so full it practically exploded and took some concentrated suckling. Brave Baby J hey?

We attended Baby Rhyme and visited the shopping centre. Yesterday we went for a walk across the golf course. I was nearly tipped out going over a bridge and had to go for a two-wheeled-drag to cross a field. I spent most of the journey with my hat pulled over my eyes trying not to look where Mummy was taking me. In the evening I took on my Baby of Luck role and attended the Games Club. Mummy won. I ate some more cereal, and cracked open pots of Pear Surprise and Sweet Potato and Chicken.

Talking of statistics I am now 69 1/2cm tall (long?) and 7.6kg. I also have a stats counter so please tell your friends. Agaa.

Baby Rhyme Time

Every other Thursday I don't complain about being loaded into the Seat of Doom. Why? It's Baby Rhyme Time at the library. There are dozens of mothers, a scattering of fathers and each hold a baby. A whole flock of buggies take up the Children's Reference Section. Looking at the high end buggies makes me envious but this unworthy emotion is soon submerged in the euphoria of being part of a synchronised baby lifting team. Dozens of babies soar skywards then gracefully move downwards to the tune of "The Grand Old Duke of York". A brief sit for "Row Row Row Your Boat" (all four verses) then the excitement of "A Dingle-Dangle Scarecrow".

Some babies disgrace themselves by breaking into noisy and unmelodious screaming but I behave impeccably. I merely gurgle with enjoyment at appropriate points. Mummy isn't bad at singing the songs either. Several of us finish the session by having a restorative suckle and I enjoy the camaraderie of this too.

Tuesday, 13 May 2008

My Diary 12.

I promise to cut the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth. Except Mummy's finger which I borrowed to chew on.

Yes, fellow babies, I will soon be joining you in the glorious world of teeth rather than tooth ownership. Already I have trained my parents to brush my gums and today a second tooth was noted. I have had two doses of Calpol today and some more whisky. I think I prefer whisky to Calpol (hic).

Breakfast today was Baby cereal and milk. Lunch - milk. Supper - Rusk, HIPP pasta with tomato and ham sauce (another yummy thing) and milk. And Calpol.

We visited the misnamed Mother and Baby Coffee Morning where my skilful roll gained a round of applause. I also managed to get my toes into my mouth. I think that with a little organisation we can take over the world or at least the village.

I spent some quality time at the post office. Smiled at the shop lady and the post office lady. Made their day (again). Mummy posted off my 0-3 month babygros to another needy baby. Poor chap, imagine having to be a nudey baby all the time; not just for a carefully selected portion of the afternoon. (I spent some time on Sunday rolling on a blanket outside in the garden; nappy off!).

Quality bouncer time and gym time but also enjoyed lying on Mummy's lap playing "Graaah! Ravenous Beastie", "Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes" and being eaten.

Daddy took me for a walk when he came home. We went to the path and played on the swings and then I indulged in a little "Rising Son" as he helped me to peep over gates and round walls to delight Mummy. She was not amused, however, when he put me on top of the hedge even if I didn't drop down into it.

Goodnight bi-dentate comrades.

Monday, 12 May 2008

My Diary 12.

Following on rather rapidly from my previous entry which itself was slightly out of sequence because my tooth was clearly an extremely important event this is my diary to date.

Sunday. Church day. A day when a baby can count on a nice long suckle through the sermon; and occasionally through the peace and the creed as well. Wrong. Today Mummy did not sit with Daddy. Instead she was up front with a four foot long wooden baby called a bassoon. Priorities Mummy, priorities please. Fed after the service instead.

Drove my pushchair to and from the service accompanied by Daddy. I like my Maclaren. Lewis Hamilton watch out.

Ate a rusk, some baby cereal and had my tooth brushed for the first time. What fun!

Today I ate some Sunshine Baby cereal for breakfast and followed this with HIPP Pear Surprise. Another Granny discovery and equally delicious. Thank you. Then Baby swimming, a long feed and a shopping trip. I find that my baby carrier makes the trip feel far more civilised than when Mummy uses a trolley with "baby carrier". I am not a generic baby. I am J and therefore I am important. Also without me steering Mummy takes far too long.

Home. Mummy tried to tidy up. I delayed her fwahhah hah haha revenge for the shopping trip. Mummy's godmother and her mother came to meet me. I smiled at them and enjoyed bouncing on their knees but unfortunately I was too tired to be my normal enchanting self. Ate half rusk. Took nap. Bouncier after.

Supper - finished pot of pear surprise. Tried mashed New Potato. Not impressed although rather filled by pear surprise. Delivered Christian Aid leaflets then went to park. Back home, Daddy brushed my tooth then a suckle and sleep.

Good night fellow babies. Remember 1 am and 4am are for feeding not sleeping.

My Diary 11.

Apologies for the gap in postings - I took Mummy up to Granny and Granddad's on Friday and this tired us out.

I have met lots of new people. On Friday I visited C who works with Granny and very kindly lent us all sorts of equipment including the Chair of Doom. I gave her a special smile. I met Mummy's old childminder who was very nice when I wrote off her fruit bowl by tugging on a banana. I met Cool Aunty's godparents and had some lovely long cuddles. They had very kindly laid on a small child who, by bouncing up and down, had me in fits of laughter. Arrived to find that Granny had laid in some new baby food. I started with a rusk then tried HIPP sweet potato and chicken - average rating and HIPP mango surprise. Mummy says that she suspects that the surprise was that it was mildly alcoholic.

I was late to bed and couldn't even wake up for Granddad. The next morning I woke Mummy up early so I could say hello to him before he went to work. Granny made Mummy feed me some real mango. The first one that I tried didn't quite hit the spot but the second one was sweeter and went down nicely. I then followed this with some more sweet potato and chicken. After I had finished eating Mummy dressed me. She is learning. Slowly, it must be admitted, but learning nonetheless.

We then went on to Mummy's school reunion where I was much admired and photographed. We toured her school. While I was chewing on Mummy's hand she noticed a scratching and thus discovered my new tooth. We went to say goodbye to Granny; to gather my belongings and then it was into the Chair of Doom and back home.

Cardinal Fang

I am feeling rather pleased with myself. I have cut a tooth and had my first taste of whiskey. The tooth came through on Saturday but on Saturday night it was so sore that I had to do proper crying to let my parents know how much it hurt.

Daddy provided first aid - he poured a glass of whiskey and then dipped a finger in the whiskey and smeared it on my poor hurty gums. He then added some calpol. I swallowed some and distributed the rest around my mouth and all down my clothes. Mummy drank the rest of the whiskey. Hold on Mummy, that's my medicine not yours!

After about 15 minutes hard crying in solitary confinement Mummy returned to me and I suckled breaking off occasionally to let her know how much pain I was in. She then laid me down again and with the whiskey kicking in added to the calpol and a full stomach I drifted off to sleep.

Apparently I have 23 more teeth to cut in my milk set alone. Waaaaaaaaaah!

Thursday, 8 May 2008

Dribbling 2 - refinements

Fellow babies. I have the pleasure to present two ways to extend your drooling repertoire.

1. Colourful drool. (only available to those being fed solids). I have discovered that if you hold a small amount of baby glop, or indeed a portion of the ever versatile rusk, then when you dribble it comes out as a coloured liquid. Instantly see where your drool is going! Extend your artistic range and marvel at the permanence of this technique.

2. Projectile drool. Simple yet effective: insert your fist in your mouth, feel free to have a comforting suck, then generate some drool and remove your fist. The trick is in the flick of the fist as you take it out of your mouth. Practice. The worst that can happen is that you have an enjoyable suck of a paw and then have to feed sooner. Once mastered this technique can snare even the most wary parent.

Have fun. Try combining the two. Best wishes my comrades in nappy wearing.

Wednesday, 7 May 2008

Cave Baby's Favourite Thing

Cave Baby had several thing to play with. There were Cave Daddy, Cave Daddy's tools, Cave Mummy, Cave Mummy's hair and anything that Cave Mummy was particularly trying to work on. Cave Baby also had several things that were intended for Cave Baby to play with. There was a rabbit skin stuffed with dry grass, some dangly wooden beads and, most importantly, Cave Baby's Favourite Thing.

Cave Baby's Favourite Thing had been made by Cave Daddy. It was very similar to one that Cave Daddy's Cave Daddy had made for him. It was made from several slices of an auroch horn that Cave Daddy had traded from a far off family. It had taken Cave Daddy a very long time to chip out the rings and smooth them with a piece of sandstone so that they would be safe to chew on. The rings were threaded onto a broken ring that had been the first ring that Cave Daddy had chipped out. Although Cave Daddy had used words that Cave Baby had never heard before when the ring broke he now explained that he had meant to do that all along.

Cave Baby's Favourite Thing rattled when shaken and was wonderful to chew on. Whenever he threw it to the ground it would be picked up and returned to him. Although Cave Baby sometimes preferred to chew on other things such as Cave Mummy's digging stick he was always pleased to play with his Favourite Thing. Cave Baby thought that Cave Daddy had done a very clever thing when he made it.

My Diary 10.

With the sunnier weather I persuade Mummy to dress me in short sleeved baby gro so I could display even more cuteness to the world. Managed some long drinks to keep me well hydrated.

Still working hard on my rolling - can almost reliably turn from back to front but seem to get stuck there. In pursuit of a fine level of baby fitness I spent so much time in my door bouncer that I became tired and hungry and needed a comforting cuddle, suckle and nap. Supervised Mummy tidying up; I have a V shaped pillow that props me up nicely.

Starving today. Ate 1/2 pot of beef hotpot followed by a rusk followed by some milk.
Mmmmm. Baby sunshine cereal. I liked this straight off and ate all of it and asked for more. This was not forthcoming so I made do with milk.

Mummy and Daddy, obviously.
After going for a walk I smiled at the Shop Lady. She does so appreciate my visits. I stand on the counter and grin. Sometimes I chuckle. It is so enjoyable doing things for the community.
I also smiled at everyone who came over to play Scrabble. I suspect this made their night.

A routine yet satisfying day. Agooo everyone.

Tuesday, 6 May 2008

My Diary 9.

Another day of enchanting cooing, gurgling and laughing. Another day of displaying my amazing physical prowess. Sometimes I really, really impress myself.

Went to "Mother and Baby Coffee Morning". Personally I think that this should be renamed "Baby and Milk Mother Morning" putting things in order of importance but I suppose this would probably confuse Mummy. Showed off my rolling - 50% of the time I can go from back to front. The other 50% of the time I get my arm stuck under me and end up slowly revolving while emitting little cries of effort.

Went swimming with Mummy then Daddy and Big Sis Joined me. Swam under water a lot. Discovered a problem with my Happy Nappy - when combined with the patent method of solo floating (foam tube under shoulder-blades) and kicky legs the buoyancy pushes my face underwater. Still was rescued and comforted so not all bad.

Took Mummy shopping - she bought me more rusks and nice baby food. She also bought some plastic nipples. I told you Mummy; I don't want anything to do with the plastic breast. She also bought some Baby Rice and Baby Juice. Why does everything I eat other than milk have Baby in front of it's name. Am I a cannibal? How do they make juice out of babies?

Finished day with 1/2 banana, 1 rusk and a nice long suckle.

Monday, 5 May 2008

My Diary 8.

Baby swimming today - I am getting the hang of the reaching forwards with the arms and was complimented on my "swimming" through the underwater hoop. This actually involves a firm push to the rear end but none the less the instructress complimented me on my swimming. Does this bode well for future careers I ask myself.

Knackered. Fed in changing room then slept in car. Woke up in sitting room.

Mummy, Daddy and I then went to a fete. The sun was shining and I was in my baby sling and wearing a jacket (I have finally grown out of my fluffy suits). I grew quite hot and was relieved when I was taken into the park for a sit down (stand up in my case). I noticed that a shape sorter was purchased for me. This rattles in an interesting way but is rather hard to suck.

In the afternoon I did some serious squirming and almost rolling onto my front. This exhausted me so I needed a restorative feed and power nap. I then woke up feeling cuter than ever.

More gym work - my arm keeps on getting stuck under me - then time for dinner. Starting to feel like the "Very Hungry Caterpillar". I ate a whole rusk, some avocado (not impressed by avocado) and finished the pot of Heinz Strawberry, peach and cream dessert. I washed down this impressive banquet with two breasts full of milk. Following this I produced my first post solids nappy. One face wash and complete change of clothes later it was time for bed.

Sleep well fellow babies.


Though I say it myself I looked extremely cute. I was standing on Mummy's knees; beautifully balanced I was almost holding myself up. I was certainly only requiring minimal support. The late afternoon sun hit my right cheek lighting up my hair 'til it looked like spun gold. My eyes shone deep sapphire, my smile was so wide that my face almost looked rectangular.

Then I just had to posset.

In a projectile manner.

Sorry Mummy.

Sunday, 4 May 2008

My Diary 7.

Breakfasted on a banana and plenty of milk. Church this morning. Held out until the sermon but then needed to feed all through the peace. Such is life. Coffee and admiration afterwards then I was brutally changed into a Mickey Mouse outfit - dungarees and a top and hurried into the chair of doom and driven off to catch a boat.

Met up with Cool Auntie and permitted her to hold and talk to me. After the boat ride we took the train then walked up to Great Aunt's house. More people to play with me. The party was for my Great Granddad; I had carefully drooled on a card for him earlier this week. I was rather upset when everybody shouted "Surprise" and let off party poppers but Mummy hugged me back to happy again. I had a good chat with Great Granddad and was hugged by Great Grandma and my Godmother plus sundry other relations.

All too soon it was time to return to the boat - I slept on the train this time. I protested being stuck in my car seat but to no avail and eventually gave up in disgust and went to sleep.

I was woken by Mummy and fed a rusk - it is more fun when they are halved as they are then easier to eat - and some more Peach, Strawberry and Cream baby food. A final suckle then off to bed. Another busy day.

Weaning Tactics

Fellow babies. As you are no doubt aware there comes a time when parents are no longer happy just to offer "the white stuff". They start to try to vary your diet, to offer things to put into your mouth and swallow. If taken to the absurd conclusion this might lead to you not requiring milk at all. Of course this is unlikely to happen to any reasonably strong-minded baby but the possibility is there. This substitution, this adulteration is called weaning and it must be stopped.

"But how?" I hear you cry. My dear comrades in nappy wearing I give to you Weaning Tactics 101.

I have obtained a top secret Adult tactics manual - Baby Taming by Peter Mayle. In it he describes several effective resistance methods. Obtain a copy of this, read, learn and inwardly digest.

I have developed a further method; I call it "Seemingly Helpful". Take control of the spoon and wave it close to your face. Firstly this prevents further recharging of the spoon. It also prevents transfer of ejected food from your outside - where it should be - to your mouth - where it shouldn't be. If done cutely enough your parents will be willing to play along. This method can be extended, literally, in what I call "Flicking Food". Again take control of the spoon. This time make sure that you have some food in the bowl, catch it in your mouth briefly then let go. Voila! Projectile baby mush.

Try these - resistance is not futile.

Good suckling fellow babies.

Saturday, 3 May 2008

Meet Cave Baby

I apologise for publishing this out of sequence - but you just can't get the staff nowadays.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, lived a baby. He and his Cave Mummy and Cave Daddy lived in a cave so he was called Cave Baby.

Cave Baby did all the things that now babies do. He gooed, laughed, played, ate and pooed. When he was a very little baby he had lovely soft rabbit fur lining for his leather outer nappy. As he grew bigger though Cave Mummy ran out of rabbit fur linings and he had to have dry grass instead. Cave Baby was not amused by this - dry grass was all scratchy on his bottom. Cave Daddy was also not amused by this - Cave Baby's dried grass seemed to get everywhere and although the only dry grass to make its way into his bed roll was clean; he pointed out to Cave Mummy that the next grass to end up there could be grotty used dry grass. Cave Mummy pointed out to Cave Daddy that Cave Baby was growing so fast that it was all she could do to keep him nicely clothed and the grotty grass went straight onto the fire anyway.

Cave Baby was growing so fast that Cave Mummy had to add extra length onto his sleeves and trousers. By the time that he was three months old she had done this several times and so Cave Baby had a ring effect on his sleeves. Cave Baby thought that this looked rather good although this didn't stop him possetting all down his front at least once a week.

Whenever Cave Baby had particularly bad nappy leak Cave Mummy would have to change his clothes. His best set would come off and he would be confined to bag in a shapeless leather sack - his second best clothes - until his other set was clean again. Cave Baby was born in winter and so he couldn't be left in the Sun to play as often there wasn't any. Cave Baby felt that he could quite well be tucked into Cave Mummy's top next to a breast but Cave Mummy disagreed as when Cave Baby was tucked in next to a breast she would have to use one arm to support him and this made doing other things quite difficult. Cave Baby disagreed but Cave Mummy said that she had the casting vote and where would Cave Baby poo if she couldn't go and gather dried grass for his nappy. Cave Baby suggested in Cave Daddy's bed roll but Cave Mummy said no dried grass was better.

Cave Baby's favourite pastime was feeding. He liked right breast milk and left breast milk but his favourite feed of all was mixing both breast milks. Sometimes he drank so much that he had to posset a bit up.

Cave Baby and Cave Mummy and Cave Daddy all loved one another very much and had lots of adventures that I'll tell you all about some other time.

My Diary 6.

Another day spreading cuteness.

Pleasant walk in the morning with a chance to zoom down a slide and go on a swing.

Mummy and Daddy thought that there was a barbecue on at their friends'. Fine by me as they do a very nice line in J adoration. There was a BBQ but not today - it's tomorrow. We stayed for tea and I admired the trampoline. Watching small children bounce on it.... hilarious. Mummy wouldn't let me have a go so I persuaded Daddy to throw me up in the air instead.

I then went for a carry along the beech I am told - I slept through this. All that laughing tired me out.

We then went to visit my Godfather. He is funny as well. He has an accent that is called "Scottish" apparently. I had some quality cuddles, tickles and conversations. I also practised my rolling. At the moment I can almost roll onto my side but my arm gets stuck. Cue a lot of swearing (in baby).

Home - rusk and a trial of a new baby food - strawberry and apple dessert - not too bad but I prefer milk. Glug, glug, glug. Milky good night.

Friday, 2 May 2008

My Diary 5.

Solid progress
Oof, stuffed baby. I ate almost all of one rusk, 1/3 of a banana and some mashed potato and topped this off with some breast milk. My little tummy feels pleasantly full.

People Pleasing
Always charm the returning officer. I was disappointed though that the "unlimited breast milk for babies party" wasn't represented.
I have been with Mummy to her dentist where I was complimented on my gummy grin.

Other activities
I have been getting through outfits at a rapid pace - rusks are great for this.
The GP reckons my cough could last for the next 5 weeks. Bother.