Reading Clifford

I just popped into Pops' room for a quick bedtime story. Not without my dummy though, it's become my crutch. I think I'm going to have to buy one for mum to stop her dribbling!

Mammy, how I love ya ...

I have had my hearing aids fitted and as you can imagine, on my little noggin they are a bit out of place. So, mummy has kindly bought me some of these 'How I love ya, my dear shweet ol' mammy' headbands.

No, mum has never been big on headbands for baby girls, but this is a matter of necessity.

Mummy's bunny

Hello everybody, daddy thinks I should say that Tellietubbies are sissies. Is he saying that I look like one? Tut tut dad, you shouldn't be using language like that around me anyways.

More dramas for me. I've just come out of hospital after spending a week there with RSV - basically a lung infection. I wasn't very well, but I'm a strong little bugger and really fought it with some amazing gusto. Mummy walks around the house dribbling now and I can't make any sense of what her lips are saying. I did catch though in hospital something about a mental assylum. Poor mum!!!