What an exciting week I've had and it all revolved around visitors.
Cousin Riley came up from Yellingbo to see me. I know she was at the airport to see my arrival but we have been so busy visiting people and going places that this is the first time we have been able to spend some time together.
Riley is almost as photographed as me. Her latest claim to fame was as the "dig" mascot at the archaeological dig of Ned Kelly's Last Stand in Clenrowan. Her Dad and Mum worked on the dig. Riley helped out by being cute and learning to crawl. This was put to good use by attaching a bulldozer blade to her shoulders and encouraging her to smooth out the trench floors.
It is hard to believe Riley is only 5 days younger than me. I am quite tall for my age and Omma says I am wearing size 1 and sometimes size 2 clothes, whereas Riley is still fitting into size 0 (just). The pictures show how different we are. That doesn't stop us being great playmates though.
She puts me to shame in the crawling stakes though. She is quite the speed demon with her commando crawl. However, I did get a few pointers during her visit and am so close to crawling that Abba better hide the remotes. I still manage some form of shuffle, roll, come see-saw action that can realise movement accross the floor, although not always where I want to go.
Another good friend to arrive was Caff. She is a long friend to Omma & Abba. She is pretty cool too. Together we read lots of books after I showed her how the pages worked. Apparently she lives in a far off land called Tasmania. It sounds like a place just like Neverland, or Narnia. It sounds like a great place to go and Caff promises she is not the ice queen, or scarey in any way and has invited me to visit. I told Abba that there are fish over there, so that may encourage him to take me (See I told you I could train him.... ha ha).
