It’s really not my fault. I was here all the time. and I wasn’t even moving that much considering the pissy weather outside. it’s all daddy’s fault. he was supposed to read me so you could read that. but he didn’t. I mean, maybe he did. but he didn’t leave the trace. for over a month. now come on!

I’m not the type of the guy to say that I’m sorry, I guess I’m way to cheeky to do that, so instead let me try to recapture what happened in these last few weeks.

in fairness, they were both working hard. and the fact that I started to crawl and was getting annoyed more easily each time they were holding me in my pen for too long, probably didn’t help neither my mammy or daddy to clear their heads. I said that I wasn’t moving outside, but inside… well… they had to fix the bed after I kept on rocking it and shaking while standing and dancing and roaring. yeah. I was irresistible. I also almost pulled down the so called Christmas decorations over me and cracked the head of the nutcracker soldier the one mammy left too close to my reach. I also jumped into a walker for a while so I could roam around freely in the house, but I guess the moment when daddy saw me shutting the kitchen drawer onto my fingers, the word got out that I shouldn’t be doing things like that unsupervised. but then I also started playing a piano and a ukulele and I kept on improving my throwing tactics. I also learned how to completely empty my playing pen – or my holding cell, as I prefer to call it – of all the toys laying around. it takes a while but I’m telling you, recently I became very efficient while doing so. I also learned that while pulling my whole little body weight and using proper manual handling technique, I’m well able to drop outside my playground the heaviest of my toys: a big blue safari truck full of roaring animals, an enormous pirate ship (including all the members of its infamous crew) and – believe it or not – my one and only little Henry hoover, after carefully dismantling the tops from the bottoms! I’m really cool, am I not?!

well. if only my parents could feel the same way. I mean I don’t mind mammy, she’s always there in the mornings and in the evenings, so she usually doesn’t have to deal with all of that. but daddy? he gets hit pretty bad minding me during the daytime and falling into the peak of my physical activities. sometimes he can pick up all the toys thrown out twice, before I’ll decide that I’m done with it. and lucky for him, my brother keeps helping him out. he would certainly be lost without him!

on top of the usual routine the Christmas also made the whole house look busy that even both of our cats seemed to be more official and better behaving. I have to say that after all the shopping, cooking, going out and meeting my whole half Irish and half Polish family, I’m finally glad that we could spend some quiet days at home, in order to celebrate the New Year. it was meant to be really fun and all, but you know what my daddy did? he disappeared once again! seriously, just like that, only a couple of minutes before midnight! I shit you not!

I mean it didn’t take that long and I soon learned that he was coming back, but at first glance I thought he was gone. and gone for good. captured by aliens or something. but no. not just yet. I’m going to ask mammy once again so maybe next time she will tell you more. until then stay safe and mind yourselves, and you should better know why.