Up, up and away

This month saw my first trip on an aeroplane. Mummy and daddy decided to ease me in gently so the first trip was only to Wellington, which takes about an hour. Mummy had just enough time to eat three miniature biscuits and drink a cup of tea before we were told to fasten our seatbelts for landing!

I was so well behaved on the flight - in fact it wasn't that exciting at all so I went to sleep. Some naughty children were crying in front of us; I think my mummy and daddy may have been gloating because I didn't make a peep.








We went to a lovely hotel bar to meet up with some of mummy's online friends and all of their babies. It was fun to see so many other little people all born when I was born because we are all different shapes and sizes even though we are about the same age.

There were lots of girlfriends all in pink, looking pretty for me - oh, and some boys too. Here's Felix - he's my friend even though he doesn't know it yet.

The big person is his mummy. My Mummy plays Scrabble with Felix's mummy and talks to her on the computer. They make each other laugh.





Then we went to Uncle Brandon's house where we were staying. It's a lovely house with a lovely view of the water and ships and islands and all sorts of exciting things. It was fun watching how the wind changed the direction of the waves.

Next we went to see Uncle Mark, who bought me the most fabulous teddy bear and a ducky that flashes all different colours when it goes in the water. I like to play with that in the bath. Me, mummy, daddy, Uncles Brandon and Uncle Mark had a posh Second Breakfast at Floriditas, then 3rd breakfast a cafe by the sea. It was all most splendid.

That night we went to see Uncle Russ and Auntie Tash adn Lillie Pie the cat (and some other cats who are okay but not nearly as cute as Lillie). I can see why mummy and daddy like these people.



Soon it was homeward bound again so we had to say goodbye to Brandon and to Welly for a while. Never mind, I think we are going back in June and again in August!

I thought for one minute that we all might move to live there... but nahhh, it's too cold for poor old daddy!








All that was left then was for me to have my milk and go to sleep, and then soon I woke up in my own bed back in Auckland.

Splendid.

So where to next, I wonder...?

Who do I look like?

There is much debate about who I look like. At first everyone seemed to agree that I looked like my daddy with our matching flowing locks and dashing good looks, but now there's another school of thought... that I look like my grand daddy Walt.

What do you think?