Pushing my luck . . .

I think I may be pushing my luck. I have had a hard time recently training my Mummy with regard to the whole bottle thing. After some trail and error she will now leave a bot beside the bed for me so I can have it when I wake up at night. She also leaves one in the fridge door so I can help myself in the morning.

However I have now decided that I quite like the idea of having a warm bot. So far this idea has not gone down terribly well. She won't get up in the middle of the night and warm my bot, nor will she get up at 6 am and warm my bot. How rude!

I can put my little table by the bench and get up to the microwave, but I can't open it. I will have to put a bit of thought into this wee problem.

This morning we went to Playcentre. Of all the things to do there I was most interested in the swing today. Mummy got sick of pushing me on the swing so kept trying to suggest other activites.

We did some painting and played with the playdough, that was fun. But all I really wanted to do was swing.

After Playcentre we went over to Mummy's school for a visit in the staffroom. I not to sure what is going on, I may have cause for concern, a lot of people were asking her when she is going back to work.

I don't like the sound of that at all.

This afternoon Mummy and I have been playing quietly in the lounge because Daddy and Luke are sleeping. Daddy is very tired because he was up at 3 am this morning to go to work and has to get up tomorrow at 1 am.

I don't know what he is complaining about I would love to be able to get up then!