I know, I know, it’s been aaaages since I last blogged – and that’s because in that time, Mummy has started back doing some work, I started going to nursery too!
She gave up her proper job in January, because she hated it and decided to spend all her time with me, but then she worried about not having enough money to keep her asos habit going, so she decided to go ‘tree lancing’. I’m still not sure what that means, but it makes her happy and I get to spend time either with the Gramps (it’s great, we’ve got to know each other loads better) or at nursery for a couple of days a week.
Daddy usually drops me off and Mummy picks me up and we go to the park on the way home. Mummy doesn’t really know what I get up at nursery, but I can tell you that I have lots of fun flirting with all my carers – they always tell Mummy I’ve been a very good boy (I think my cheeky grin helps me get away with anything – I learned it from Daddy!). They also say I *love* my food - in fact Mummy hasn’t found a food I won’t eat yet - which again I get from Daddy. He moans now that he never gets Mummy's leftovers as I always get first dibs. Well, I'm the growing boy round here, Daddy!
But I digress. When she comes to pick me up, Mummy sometimes hangs back to watch me play unawares. She loves that moment when I finally look up and drop everything to come to her! Sometimes we go home with things I have made (not just dirty/wet clothes...). Mummy joked that the house would now be covered in ‘rubbish art’ (tsk!), but I know she secretly loves them, and Daddy even said they are better than anything he could produce. Which is probably why he doesn’t have *his* paintings on the fridge – ha!
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