My parents know (or hope) I am a very good boy. So far the only trouble I've given them was a bout of crying but it was (a) justifiable (gasses) and (b) their fault (eating should be done in private). But lately I have been pretty restless at night. So today we was a day of experimentation and we all came to the conclusion that I don't like my cot. Probably because I find it too big. So we have decided I'll stay in the pram at night until a solution has been found, probably involving pillows as padding.
Another bit of paperwork today. This time totally unimportant, only money. Mummy gets a 2500 Euro lump sum for me (and she gets to keep me!) as well as 100 each month as an extra tax return for 3 years as a working mom.
