The photographer was at nursery today. I didn’t smile for him. He looked dodgy, and besides, I just wasn’t in the mood. To be honest, I haven’t really been feeling myself for the last couple of days. I’ve been grizzling for no apparent reason and nothing anybody does is right. I don’t know what I want! Daddy says I’m about 12 years too early for teenage tantrums. I think he should get over himself; how often do we have to put up with his sulks and grouches?!
Mummy’s playing it differently. She’s trying hard to find out what’s wrong. It’s sweet that she cares, but actually when I’m not sure myself, she just needs to react I’m afraid. Pick me up when I yell, and put me down again when I change my mind. A baby reserves the right to change its mind at a moment’s notice, without prior warning.
I got up too early, that’s for sure. I’ve got a lot on my mind at the moment, it’s difficult to sleep. I screamed a while, but I did go back to sleep eventually, after about an hour and a half. It took a little longer than it might have done because while Mummy was trying to soothe me, all I could hear was Daddy grumping about how tired he is. I think I take after him in a lot of ways. Let’s not even mention what happens when we’re both hungry!
I might have a bit of a cold, I might have more teeth coming through. I might be too hot, or too cold, or hungry. Thirsty even. Tired. Bored. Or a combination of any of the above! It’s up to Mummy and Daddy to figure it out and act accordingly, and by the time they’re close, the problem might have changed anyway. Ha ha! That’s raised a smile and cheered me up a bit. But only for a bit.