Feeling Good!

Yesterday I was watching my mummy drying her hair.

She told me that I was being really good to be sitting so patiently waiting for her to finish. I don't mind, though, because I think she always looks beautiful.

My mummy always tells me that I look beautiful, too, and she likes to dress me up in nice outfits. She sent this picture of me to my Nana and Papa in Scotland, and to my Grandma and Grandad as well. She said I was the cutest bear in the world :-)

My daddy thinks I look beautiful as well, and when it's his turn to help me put my clothes on, he likes to take pictures of the outfits he chooses and sends them to my Nana and Papa and to my Grandma and Grandad.

This week he dressed me up in my stripey cardigan and my blue dungarees. He thought that my orange and blue stripey socks might compliment the look.

He asked me to pose for a picture ... I was happy to do that because I felt good in my outfit.

My Papa said I look 'dapper' ... I think that means that I look quite smart.

I tried very hard to look smart. I stood as tall as I could and I put my arms straight down by my side. My Papa said I looked like I was standing to attention just like a soldier. It made him smile.

I'm starting to feel good in my dungarees.

I was wearing them later on in the week when my mummy and daddy took me out to their friends' house. Their friends have a baby, too.

She's two weeks older than me but she seemed quite interested in what I had to say. What do you think?