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|
Wishing you all a good night,