Sorry i'm late again!

A little late this week due to dad’s man-flu. Mum had it first and had Friday and Saturday off work, so at least she didn’t have to do her Saturday. She was a rather pathetic state so it was up to dad to try and keep me busy the poor man, I do think it’s becoming a two person job. Needless to say we didn’t do much over the weekend. Dad and I did venture out for a walk on Saturday afternoon. He must have been feeling brave as we didn’t even take the pushchair. I walked a really long way right round the estate. A jogger ran past us so I decided to inject a little pace into our ambling as I reckon Dad could do with shedding a few pies. I tried to keep up with the jogger but he was long gone and no matter how hard I worked my little legs Dad didn’t even have to try any harder than a moderate stroll to keep up. When we got home I decided I wanted to take off all of my clothes an item at a time. By the time I was in my birthday suit and running up and down the lounge mum was in fits of laughter so I think I cheered her up. Sorry, no pictures of this on the Blog I’m afraid. I don’t want you blackmailing me with shady copies of it in 20 years time thank you.
Here’s what we did Sunday:

Sleeping! Mum was still poorly and dad had been to the pub on Saturday night, he thought he had a mild hangover but it was to be the onset of the dreaded man-flu.
Mum was off Monday so we gave dad a surprise by going to meet him on his walk home from work, he looked really surprised to see us both as once again I shunned the pushchair and let my own feet do the walking.
Walking seems to be a bit of a theme this week, here’s some more foot related news:

I’ve got my first pair of boots. They have Thomas on them and I’m really happy with them. I keep getting them put on for me and then I stomp around the front room staring down at my feet. I’ve also tried to wedge them onto Uncle Alan’s feet, Daddies feet and Mummies feet but they won’t fit any of the great oafs so I guess I’ll keep them all to myself, ha ha ha!