Talking to my horse

I did not sleep well last night. I would sleep for an hour then I would wake up looking for a feed or my dummy. Eventually daddy got in from work -he was not shift and was late home. I then played on my jumperoo, so I could show daddy what effect it has on my nappy, explosive, was Daddy's term, what ever that means. Mummy says she was just glad she didn't have to bath me this time round, it was daddy's turn.

We then went out shopping for me. I got a couple of fleecy tops, a new bib and a t-shirt. We also got a paddling pool with shade which was reduced to £4 instead of £16, mummy gets things out if season so they are cheaper. Daddy thinks she is mad buying a paddling pool while there is snow on the ground outside.

This afternoon I was playing with my walker, I was a little confused as I couldn't understand why I couldn't jump in it like my jumperoo. Eventually I worked out that I can move across the floor in my walker so I ran across to my horse. It's a special rocking horse that my grandma & grandad bought me for Christmas. It's really funny as it makes clip clop noises and neighs. I was giggling away at it and would stroke its fur.