While we're on holiday related business, they're trying to 'train' me to wear my sun hat before we go away. If i've got something else to do, i'll tolerate it otherwise i'll whip it off quick-smart.
Well it was a bank holiday weekend! On Saturday, they took me up Coombe Gibbet, dad muttered something about there being no rope so we'll have to take him home again....
On Sunday we had Great Grandma and Nanny round for Sunday lunch. great Grandma fed me masses of ice cream and i'm surprised I didn't spew it back up. Dad didn't seem to happy as it meant less for him the pig.
Look closely at my t-shirt, it certainly seems to do exactly as it says on the tin:
After lunch Uncle Slim and Aunty Trace came round to try out their new tent in the garden. An 8 berth dome affair (with no instructions!). It was really funny watching dad 'help' put it up, especially when Slim got stuck inside it with a huge bee!
They took me to the Crafty Craft race on Monday (for reasons best known to themselves). The basic idea of it seemed to be that people navigated the canal on completely unsuitable watercraft. Very odd indeed. Anyway, we had a nice picnic in the park:
They let me eat a yogurt by myself tonight with my own spoon. I think i've almost got the hang of feeding myself after missing my mouth a good few times.
The walking seems to be coming along nicely now too, I can waddle quite convincingly across the floor if someone holds my hands and can manage a few seconds stationery on my own as well. It won't be long and then the real fun can begin.......
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