Lovely Hampstead

I met up with Dana again today. I'm definitely bigger than her now (although she's a tall lady!), but that's 'cos the girl is so chatty! She chats when she has her nappy changed, and she chats when she's feeding. It's like pigeons on Old MacDonald's Farm! - coo, coo here and a coo, coo there. Bloomin' girls. Me, I'm focused when I have milk. I latch on and then I can suckle for at least twenty minutes. Call it unable to multi-task if you want - Mum does. I don't care. Mum says that girls go to the loo in groups and chat throughout. Why wouldn't you just go and do your business and concentrate like guys? Mind you, splatting Daddy is even better fun. That's just target practice.

Oh, yeah, Dana's dad got the photos from the last play date transferred now. This is a really good one of us, when she decided she didn't mind linking arms with me, rather than elbowing me for being crass. Sigh. Hey - I look like a real gent escorting milady fair though, don't I?

Mum and Dana's Mum Galit walked us over to Hampstead. They had lunch there, but Dana and I had milk in the park. Milk's good anywhere, but it was particularly nice there with the charming company.