Daddy has been at work during the day, and Mummy has been taking good care of me on her own.
I have learned that I like to be burped when I am being held closely.
If you squeeze me and pat me and walk with me around the house, I will obligingly burp and spit up upon the spit-up blanket that I expect you have carefully placed on your shoulder.
If you have not placed it correctly, I cannot accept responsibility for what might happen to your shirt or bare skin.
If you are holding me over your shoulder, I can burp and spit up with a gentle trajectory.
The floor or your back pillow will know my burps.
But enough about burps already.
Earlier this week I drove all the way out to Oakville.
That's a long way away.
There, I got cuddles.
Although I didn't stay for the whole afternoon, I was able to get the good stuff.
My Mummy and Daddy think my feet are very cute.
They spent a considerable amount of time and energy earlier this morning taking photographs of my feet.
I was busy feeding, and didn't have to do anything to show off my feet.
I just let them flop to the left and flop to the right.
My toes curled up.
My toes curled down.
I shifted my feet and crossed them over.
And all the while, Daddy took photographs.
Adults are funny that way.
I don't have any plans for tomorrow.
I will likely follow my usual schedule of feeding, burping, getting my nappies changed, sleeping, crying, and then watching the world alertly.
I might even have a bath.
I had one today and it was really nice.
Well, as I said earlier, it's been a long day.
So I think I'll go to bed.
So good night.
Sleep tight.
Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Love,
James
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