10th March: The parental types have begun work on their new house prior to moving in. In an effort to help, I've been doing my best to sleep through any amount of noise during the daytime - including both hammering and drilling. One of the builders actually asked whether I was real or a toy! The cheek! Doesn't the man recognise cooperation when he sees it?
11th March: I'm still waking at night if Mum so much as sneezes. A fellow has to be careful not to take this whole "cooperation" thing too far. People will start expecting me to behave.
17th March: We moved into our new house today. I settled in very quickly and made my second executive decision - "playtime" shall begin at 6am each morning.
18th March: I've been banned to a room downstairs at 6am every morning!
20th March: Mum decided that I needed solid food. Having sampled a little, I immediately agreed. It feels a bit funny in the mouth but does taste rather good and I'm happily eating everything that I'm offered - and a few things that I haven't been offered....
22nd March: I'm fed up with this whole "lying on my back looking at the ceiling malarky" I want to sit up like the Big People do. So, in a effort to expedite the process, I've begun a rigorous training routine to strengthen my arm muscles. Eventually I will pull myself up!
25th March: I've got a new toy. It's a bar thing that attachs to my bouncing cradle. I would guess that I'm supposed to play with the brightly coloured rattles that some fool has strung along it. However, I have other ideas. It makes an excellent gym bar for practicing my pull-ups.