Suddenly our garden is full of little flowers. I can also see my pink fluffy tree is about to grow back too. I can hardly wait. It is so pretty.
Yesterday mummy and daddy took us to see millions of windmills on a hill near our house. They were really, really tall. It was a nice place to walk, though they were very far apart for someone with little legs like mine. I am glad I was wearing my ski jacket because it was a very cold place.
After mummy put her photos on flickr their friend Stewart - the nice man who left Collins so daddy could get a job there and meet mummy - told us that the windmills on the hill are from Denmark. Isn't that nice?
Daddy made a lot of buns on Sunday. I took one because it had nice icing sugar on it. Obviously, once I'd licked that off it wasn't much use to me so I tried to put it back on the big plate so I could take another one - for some reason mummy objected to me doing this! Strange...