I always wondered where Dad goes when he goes out every morning, because he doesn’t get back home until it’s nearly night. He goes somewhere called “work” but I never used to know what he did there. Now I know because he showed me this picture of where he works. Every day he goes and sits at a desk and looks at pictures of me! He’s so lucky!

Of course I think it would be better if he could look at the real me instead of a picture. Even if it is a cute picture. Maybe one day I will be able to go with him and then he can play with me and I can help him with his “work”.

Last Wednesday my Mum bought me some new shoes. Special outside shoes for proper walking and they are red and very fun.

I felt a bit like a clown when I tried them on as they are much bigger and heavier than all my other shoes. Mum took me out to the front garden the next day to practice walking in my big boy shoes. I was a bit frustrated as I kept falling over at first and it was hard to get back up. But after a little while I could walk on the grass for several metres.

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Today I went to the barber to get a haircut. I have never had a haircut before but I know Dad has them because he comes home from work with short hair sometimes. Now I know where he goes.

First Mum sat in a chair and a lady cut some of her hair. Mum was very brave and didn’t cry at all. Then it was my turn. Mum held me and the lady sprayed some water on my hair. That was fun! But then she started taking my hair and cutting it. It was all right but soon I got tired of it and wanted to go. And then she stopped.

Now my hair is shorter and doesn’t stick out everywhere when I get up in the morning. Also it doesn’t get tangled any more after the bath. Maybe next year if I am feeling brave I will have another haircut.