I must tell you about my girl! Mummy says she now has two beautiful girls but I know this new one is mine. “This is my girl,” I tell Mummy as I poke the baby’s face.
Hers, mine – who cares?! I’m now a Big Sister! We have a new baby, imaginatively called Baby Sister. She’s pretty cute, and I absolutely adore her. She has far more hair than I did when I arrived, and she’s much better behaved (so says Mummy). I say it’s their own fault – Mummy and Daddy wanted a “spirited” girl when they had me, and that’s what they got.
BS doesn’t do much yet – I was expecting an instant playmate but she’s actually quite dull – and we’ve had her two months already so I hope she gets a move on soon. I’m pretty good at sharing The Olds with her, but sometimes it’s only right that I get priority. You’d be surprised at how a baby’s cry suddenly makes me desperate for a wee! Spooky, eh?
She has her own room but she’s hardly ever there when I go in with my stool looking to interest her in a game of some sort – it’s as if she’s hiding from me. Hey! Or being hidden!
I’m going to be a great big sister, I just know it. I’m sure she’ll post from time to time when she’s bigger like me and can master the keyboard.
Have a lovely Christmas everyone!