It’s official. I’m a big boy now. I’m 1.3 kg and I take up all of Mummy’s arm when she’s carrying me around. I’m almost as big as Percy.
It happened quite slowly. I mean it wasn’t, one day I’m small and the next day I’m big. But now I’m big, and Mummy asked if I was going to keep growing or stop. I don’t know, Mummy.
I don’t think I’ll get as big as Midge. Midge is huge. He likes sleeping most of all, and Mummy often tries to take photos of him without him waking up. She thinks she managed it with this one. It’s not very flattering for Midge, but it does show off all his biggest bits.
I still run up and down my ramp, though. I’m not too big to do that. Mummy says that I should keep doing that until I get old. I asked how old, and she said Colman stopped when his joints got creaky. But she managed to make it so Kevin could still go up and down even when his joints got creaky, so there’s no reason I can’t go up and down forever. Mummy talks forever sometimes. You just have to listen and put up with it.
Percy wondered whether we should get one of the downstairs boys to blog. I don’t know if that means he wants to stop. Maybe he wants me to stop. It would make sense to have a view from the kitchen. Percy and I live next door to each other, after all. Percy is looking very well. His lump looks like it has disappeared. Percy says it isn’t as large as it was, and he’s perfectly happy about that. I think Mummy is too.
So Midge is fine, Percy’s fine, and I’m a big boy now. That’s good, isn’t it?