...I'm going to catch me some pirates!
Not really, but thought I might as well give you an update since I've been chilling at home with mom this week. We went through to the clinic to visit my nurse. She weighed me and I tipped the scales at 7.4kgs so I guess I'm doing quite nicely on the weight front. Bring on that Tyson guy, and I'll show him heavyweight.
Otherwise I have so say I'm digging my butternut and porridge. It beats having to suck down all your food. At least this stuff I can, and do, spit out. Mom doesn't seem so chuffed when I get it on my clothes or the couch, but I'm sure she'll soon get over it.
The weekend we have out uncle Ook's birthday. Theme is Funky Golf and I think I'm too small to dress like Tiger so I hope dad doesn't dress me like a golf ball.
Dad's been messing around with that darn camera again. Not bad picture though, now he needs to just get me onto the cover of a magazine for my fifteen minutes of fame.
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