Last weekend, the weather was nice so on Saturday mummy and daddy took me for a picnic to the Rising Sun country park. We watched the ducks and I had fun crawling in the grass. It got even better when out of nowhere Mr Turtle turned up and I could play with him, followed by Paddington Bear, so it was like a proper teddy bears' picnic! I sat quietly for a long while just climbing over daddy as he sunbathed.
Then on Sunday after dinner in a pub (where I sat like a big boy in the high chair and ate roast dinner), we took a walk along the Whitley Bay beach. At first I was asleep, but when mummy and daddy stopped I woke up and they let me out of my pram. They thought I might be put off by sand but no, I liked it! So much so that I wanted to shovel handfuls of the stuff into my mouth!! The spoil sports wouldn't let me for some reason but I did have fun crawling over the sand and trying to locate sticks on the beach.
I wonder what this feels like?
I wonder what it tastes like?!
As you can see from the video, I'm a speedy crawler now, but I am fast becoming a furniture walker too. I'm good at pulling myself up that when I wake in the night I can pull myself up to the edge of the cot to cry for help. Daddy was cruel enough to capture this on camera...
Let me out of here!
I don't normally look that sad though. Here I am the morning after with my usual smiles!
That's better!
My goos and gaas are starting to sound more conversational (between my coughs this week which are the aftermath of my cold) and I now try to say Mummy (Mmm, Mmm, Mmm).
On Tuesday, me and my mummy went to babysit Bella the dog after her operation. Bella liked me and I LOVED Bella. We spent the day watching Bella in the garden and I thought it was very funny when she licked my foot and I could chuckle. Since then I have been playing a lot with my Pound Puppy dogs.
On Wednesday we went for a play with my friends outside in a school field and I had a good time exploring the grass as well as the toys, as usual.
