The Secret Diary of a 7 Month Old (Part 5)

MONDAY

Brilliant afternoon in the back of the car – managed to cough so much I did a poo. It leaked all over my clothes and ended up on the seat. It was so funny. Big people have no sense of humour.

TUESDAY

They tried to get me to hold my own bottle today. I’m sorry but that’s their job, not mine. Managed to make my feelings very clear on the matter.

WEDNESDAY

The big people have GOT to stop singing at me. I can’t take it anymore. Especially when the hairy one joins in. At least learn some new songs. I don’t care about Old MacDonald. I don’t even know who he is.

THURSDAY

Stared at the lamp in the lounge for ages today. It’s so beautiful. I could look at it forever.

FRIDAY

Got bored of the lamp today so they put me on my tummy. Ended up puking and rolling my head in it which was great fun.

SATURDAY

Teeth were really hurting again but they gave me this tiny pink drink that made me proper happy. Had the best sleep ever. Need to get my hands on that stuff again.

SUNDAY

Slept, pooed, fed and cried. I’m gonna miss days like this.

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