Hi Everyone,
 
On behalf of my family, I have been forced to make the following executive decision…it’s time for Mummy to go back to work.
 
It’s been fun getting to know her, she’s quite quirky and loves to laugh at her own jokes. But frankly, her purees are bland and her nursery rhymes are disturbingly off-key. She’s also kissed the top of my head so much there’s a bald patch and that’s embarrassing in the baby community.
 
I know she’s excited to help people at the moment when the world’s a bit funny and Uncle Soda has promised to play nice with her but I don’t really trust that guy.
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I will miss her cuddles in the morning but the party is over. I know my sisters and I have got this…Dad literally does anything we say, sucker!
 
Take care of Mummy, she’s nervous about the juggle.
Love Harps (6 months and a couple of days)
xxx
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P.S. Thanks for all your well-wishes when I dropped on to the planet. What a time to be alive!