Nanny's gone. She'll be missed. Especially by mum. It's been great having my own slave for the week, especially with dad just disappearing everyday. She's taken me for walks, coffee, shopping trips (I now have my first two Mr. Man books and Mr. Greedy is already my favourite, I wonder why?), lunch at the Harvester (now I'm livin'. Mum had a glass of wine and then the fresh air made her feel sleepy again!), changed my nappy and fed the folks. Wow, what are we going to do without her? Guess I'll just have to get used to having the parents about for a while. Anyway, I'm still sleeping like a baby at night so I'm full of beans during the day. I'm so pleased with it all that I've started smiling at everyone, check it out. And do you know what? They love it. Is there anything I can't do right? Hope mum & dad don't suss out that I'm developing my own personality or they won't pick me up I start crying (and it doens't help that nanny started saying that either). I need picking up, it's my prerogative.
Dad's been out trying to find me an England shirt for tomorrow's match. Not had much luck though by the sounds of it. Hope he doesn't get a white one, it's just not my colour. Plus it has to be washed at 60c which is soooo bad for the environment, as are my nappies, plastic bags, baby wipes, bum.
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