I do not care for pear

I would like to thank Mummy and Daddy for their kind offer of pear this weekend. Both days! How thoughtful! But I would be happy in future if they ate my share of pear. Because I don't like it. At all. I did give it a good go though. I enjoyed being strapped in with my bib on, and the spoon was very colourful and nice (and I even got to hold it after a while when I insisted). The first mouthful of pear was strange - I've never eaten anything like that ever before! And I smiled and had another little spoonful, but then I got over my amazement at eating and realized that I do not care for pear. And that was that. Today I'm going to have a break from solids but then tomorrow Mummy will see if I like rice cereal (or maybe I just don't want to eat solids just yet).

It's been a bit of a week for changes, because my pram also changed from carrying me around in a cot to having me in a chair. I'm a bit more exposed to the elements in the pram chair, so I have a lovely snuggly fleecy sleeping bag that fits right into the chair. It's so snuggly that it puts me in a bit of a trance and I have been going off to sleep as soon as I'm in it.



But sometimes if there's something especially interesting to see I can be WIDE awake!