or at least that's what I tell mummy and daddy...
I've been having excellent fun waking them up every two hours through the night by escaping from my swaddle and babbling. They've dubbed me The Great Moodini; they think they're funny. In my defense it's not my fault I wake up - someone has been feeding me milk that has made my bottom burp a lot, and it hurts my tummy so much that it wakes me up. So I blame the milk maid (she knows who she is). Of course, the milk maid blames the cook that fed her the curries... All I know is it isn't my fault. How can anyone this cute be to blame?
To make up for the all night play fests, I have been entertaining the grown ups by smiling a lot this week. It seems to impress them a lot if I wait until they look into my cot in a morning and then beam at them with a huge grin. Mummy even cries sometimes when I do it - she's daft like that. Daddy just beams back and then starts pulling funny faces. He makes me laugh.I've also been practicing pushing myself up, and I am getting quite good at it. I think I will be able to roll over pretty soon. As well as that feat of magnificence, I can lift my head for ages, and I love looking at things, especially the trees and all of the cards people have sent for me, which are hanging on the wall. I also like looking in the mirror, and I amuse the grown ups by playing hide-i-boo with them. It makes them laugh.
Anyway, I must dash - I've got a mobile that needs bashing. Later dudes.
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