Training Log Archive: Edmund

Dad heard that this is a good time to acclimatise me to important soothing noises, so he has been singing me a song that goes "boop...boop...boop...boop...boop...BEEEEEEEEP" over and over again.

I expect it has ruined my future orienteering career, being conditioned to fall asleep when I hear the start clock.

Dad broke a world record today, but it turns out that if two other people break it slightly better than you do, then you are just a pleb after all.
He got a trophy though!

Mum had sooooo much sleep last night that even I couldn't use all her energy up and she seemed all happy and awake!
But then we went to Wales, and I think Dad had a bit too much of that Keswick beer last night because he was all over the place on those crazy Welsh roads, and Mum's stomach seemed all churny, and I'm sure it wasn't all my fault this time.

Mum is a bit upset that I am already showing off my English genes. I can't help it, I just really really like scones with jam and cream, and kick my legs around a lot every time mum eats them, just to make sure she knows to keep eating them. Yummy.

This week the interweb says I am the size of a spaghetti squash. What is a spaghetti squash?? Apparently it is just a bit bigger than a bananana.

C • Spaghetti squash 3

I like adventure racing! Mum seemed to enjoy herself too.
I used the time to practice bouncing up and down on my head, and waving my hands around. I have two hands, with lots of fingers on each.
Dad did the adventure race too, and he was a bit grumpy afterwards.

They tried to have a look at me again today, suckers. I made sure I lay on my stomach, with my legs curled up and my hands over my face for the whole time. It was pretty funny, it meant that in the best picture they could find of my face I look like a weird alien insect.
I have really long legs though, don't know where they came from.