My own space; all for me… The first word I say in the morning is ‘Evy’; that’s because I like it when she comes in first thing in the morning and we play for a bit before we go downstairs for brekky. Mummy and Daddy went shopping and bought a few things for me. My cot, my drawers, my froggy sock storer, my sofabed (well theirs when they sleep with me when I’m poorly and our guests when they stay over). My shelf unit (with toy storage boxes at the bottom – full to the brim), the chair that Mummy sits on and I sit on when I have my bedtime milk and the blind which Mummy made (it took her ages!).
There’s the alphabet and number mat which is great for bumps cos they don’t turn into lumps… I like my flower picture from my friend Bea in the US. My foot and handprints picture was done for Daddy on Fathers’ Day in 2008, he thinks it looks good in my room. I love my man in his flying ship; it bounces.
So this is where I rest my sleepy head at the end of a cram-packed, fun-filled day. I’m hoping to move up into the sofabed soon(ish) as I’m nearly hopping over the bars of my cot; with no finesse of course so I’d better move my mat over a bit so that when I go bump it doesn’t turn into a lump!
Not licquorice ones but the other ones, the active, chatty and brotherly ones... I've got so much to tell you. 
