Felix has lost his puppy fat and looks like a proper little boy.
Felix is football MAD and does a great one-two with his dad, dribbles it up the field and then scores.
Felix can JUMP. Man can he jump. He jumped off the toy chest yesterday and landed perfectly on two feet. Roll on 2012...
Felix is not sure about his new bed which we put in his room a week ago. He doesn't get the hang of the pillow and I often find him with the duvet kicked off, or rotated 180deg. But he hasn't fallen out yet (which Jambeans has, twice)
Felix loves outdoors. At the first hint of rain Jasmine comes in (she is her mummy's daughter), but Felix is out there, kicking his football, in his socks, having a play.
Felix still doesn't eat fruit. Or vegetables. He does eat Annabel Karmel's apple chips. I hate Annabel Karmel with a passion (smug do-gooding capitalist) so I grudgingly give thanks as this is the closest he will get to 5-a-day for a goodly long while.
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