Forget the mush. I want a guiness.

Dear people who read mummy's blog,

We have just been on long trip. Dad was around the whole time, just like when I was born. I got to play with him heaps and heaps. And we went in the car lots. It makes a nice humming noise, which puts me to sleep. Mum was always telling me I was a good girl, even though I kept missing everything because of that damn humming noise.

I met lots of new people. The way they talked was a bit funny. It didn't sound like mum and dad. The people who talked funny would carry me around talking to me while mum and dad were putting stuff in their mouths. Mum kept trying to put stuff in my mouth too. I wouldn't eat it though as it didn't taste like milk at all.

Bath-time was weird. Not like home at all. Mum and dad would sometimes sit in the water with me. I would kick my legs around and make a big mess. But one time, they tried to bathe me in something that was way too small. So I cried until they took me out. I'm much bigger than I used to be.

Mum and dad were very relaxed. Apart from when the thing that dries mummy's hair started smoking. Dad made a lot of noise and mum took me out of the room, even though I wanted to touch the thing that was making smoke. Most of the time though, they kept trying to sleep. But I was awake and there was too much to see. So I wailed until they'd come and get me.

Dad also spent lots of time drinking black stuff and making noise at the TV. I tried to put some of the black stuff in my mouth but he wouldn't let me. That's okay though because I'm now able to get my feet in my mouth. And they're way more interesting anyway.

The end

Isabel  xoxo