Presents

Daddy's friends came over on Saturday and they brought Mark and me presents. I got a bed-time story book for daddy to read to me from, and Mark got some stacking blocks. He's a bit too young for those yet so I played with them instead.

We had spoken to grandma on Friday night because Auntie Emma had just gone into hospital to have her baby and mummy and daddy were catching up on news. Grandma seemed quite surprised that it was gone ten o'clock at night and I was still up, but then what's the point of me going to bed early? All I do is wriggle around and cause a fuss and that's just no fun for anyone then. Grandma also asked if daddy read me stories and I think I said "No" because he doesn't really. Mind you, I have the attention span of a goldfish most times and when he does start to read, I normally drift off or try to turn the pages before he's finished what he's reading.

But in any event, this weekend seems to have been geared towards me getting more quality reading time from daddy. First off, there was the grandma conversation, then on Saturday morning he sat down and read, The Cat in The Hat and The Cat in the Hat Comes Back by Dr Seuss, then he ordered those two pieces of furniture to get all my bits and pieces onto. Finally, like I say, I got another reading book from daddy's friend, so I suppose you could say it's been a pretty OK weekend. One of these days I might even start to treat my books with a little care and attention, but for the moment I actually prefer to scribble on and rip the pages rather than hear what's written on them.