9am: Like my parents, I am a night-owl and I woke up this morning at 9am after sleeping for 7 hours! My Mummy was so shocked that she had to check I was still breathing. Normally I sleep for about 5 hours and then wake up wanting my breakfast.
10am: This is how I looked right before I threw up some of my breakfast. I do this to keep Mummy on her toes. She has to stash muslin cloths all over the house because I have a fancy for throwing up in a wonderful new location every day.
11am: As an English baby, it is very important that I learn the finer points of tea-making. Tea will carry me through all of life's tragedies, big or small. Here I am in the kitchen with Daddy having my first lesson.By the way - how do you like my fabulous stripy grobag? I'll be fighting off the girl-babies in this snazzy attire.
12 noon: Mummy and I went for a walk to the shop
s. As you can see, I kept nice and dry with the rain cover on my Quinny. Mummy was so busy with me on the way out of the house that she forgot to put her hood up and got soaked. She didn't mind, because I was a very good boy and hardly cried at all during the shopping trip.
2pm: Pretty self-explanatory, really. Here I am having my afternoon nap. I hope that Mummy doesn't show any of these photos to future girlfriends - a sleepsuit with little blue mice on... how embarrassing!
4pm: Further to my tea-making lesson, here I am learning the finer points of aviation from Daddy. If he is very lucky, I may shower him with love and perhaps a little vomit.
5pm: My Mummy loves me.
7pm: I like to have a good ol' sob in the evening. Mummy and Daddy don't know why. I know, but I'm not telling...The sharp-eyed amongst you will have noticed that I made good on my promise to shower Daddy with vomit.
2am: After a bath, some supper and a story (I love that fox in socks) it is finally bedtime. Night night!
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