Breathing is for Sissies

I'm teaching my parents to say "How high?" with just the right amount of deference. Last week, I stopped breathing and Mammy had to work hard to start me up again. Today, I had my second set of immunisations. What guilt! Ever since, I've been making her sing, bounce, move me from seat to playmat to lap to seat to cot to walkies and back again. She force-fed me some evil pink strawberry-flavoured "medicine" and then I agreed to doze off.

I'm still a heffalump, and need a fresh nappy every couple of hours, even though I don't have an infection or anything.

I'm doing my best to outgrow my travel cot before it ever gets used. Watch me gain! Woohoo!