Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat...

Mum hauled me along to the Baby Clinic this morning. I didn't want to go - I wanted to stay in as it was soooo crispy cold outside, even though Mum bundles layers onto me.

The Baby Clinic had been relocated at Furzefield Leisure Centre, a swimming pool complex on the edge of town. Three weeks ago there was a virus outbreak at the community hospital where we normally go, so they've shut that down temporarily. They had much smaller scales in this makeshift clinic but Mum plonked me on anyway. I weighed 15 lbs 10 oz. Mum had been hoping that I would have reached the 16 lb mark, but I guess I've been puking a lot and using the rest of the energy in kicking around.

As we were halfway in that direction already, Mum suggested that we go to London Colney, a hypermarket complex ten minutes away, to complete our Christmas/Hanukkah shopping. We got a few more presents. I had a good ol' nose-around, as I normally do.

I can more or less sit up on my own for a couple of minutes now without toppling! Here I am on my playmat. That's Criminal Bird flying in on the left.