Woodbaby Week 23
Wotcha,
I've been working real hard since week 6, as you can see. Look, I can touch my toes ...
and I've started to play the piano.
I'm a boy! Grandma Alison calls me Onciforous, which I think's a nice name. Try and persuade my parents of that, because I don't think they're going for it yet. Dad can't find any hits on AltaVista for it: maybe this page will be the first!
Dad felt me kicking Mum on 28th June, but she needed some persuading it really was me and not a big fart - cheeky git. She mistook another one of my kicks last night. She thought that Daddy was pinching her hard in her tummy whilst he was asleep. So she went to push him off, but it was me all along and Dad was miles away! Tee hee. Just the first of a lifetime of crazy pranks.
Mummy's feeding me through this spirally cord (left of centre pointing up and left from me). I'm the expected size for my age except for my tummy which is the size you'd expect if I was two weeks older. (Taking after my Dad).
I'm taking after Mum in one respect though. Just look at my foot! Definitely Minors blood.
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