The end of the week

Hello all,

Some more firsts for this little man.

Yesterday Mum and I went to IKEA. Now I haven't been before so I don't know what it's normally like but, compared to Mum's friend Peter Jones shop, it seemed a trifle busy. Mum said we'd done really well as we came out with a chest of drawers and nobody got hurt. Then I had my first trip on the bus for my first visit to the hairdresser - just to watch, but I seemed to be the centre of attention.

Slept Ok. Then this morning Mum seemed to be keen to look her best. I decided to cry all morning so she didn't forget me. I think it helped. It turns out that we we're off to the Royal Institute of British Architects. Not to admire the building (quite nice but utterly buggy/wheelchair unfriendly - architects!) but because Mummy was graduating as a fellow of the Royal College of Radiologists. This was quite a big deal, though I wasn't allowed in because I'm small. So Dad and I stayed outside and watched through the doorway. Dad looked very proud of Mum. I cried and had to be fed just as Mum got to receive her diploma - even the President of the College noticed!

A very, very proud Mum

When we got home M&D took me all the way to the top of the house - I'd never been so high before. I saw the room which is going to be mine when I'm bigger. And Mum and Dad put the Ikea chest of drawers together - and still nobody got hurt! All in all a lovely day.

Wishing you all a good night,
Arthur x