Two bottles of milk

That's how much I weigh. Four kilograms.

Mum took to the weigh station today and I was a lot better behaved than the baby next to me! He wailed and wailed while I sat peacefully while mum plonked me on the scales. I did spend a few seconds letting out a sympathy cry for him, but quickly snapped out of it.

I had a bit of an accident with my clothes today. I hadn't done a good sized poo for a day or so and so today I did a big one which was a bit too big for my nappy! Mum says it was a '5 wipe poo'. That's how many baby wipes it took to clean me up. It usually takes one or two.

I was wearing a 'onesie' which became an innocent victim, it's soaking in nappy san as we speak. The problem with those kind of suits is that they go on like a t-shirt, over your head, and if you've done a leaky poo it has to come off, and it has to come off over your head, and it's a bit tricky not to get said poo in your hair as you take it off! Fortunately mum was skilful enough to get me out of it and keep me clean.