I've had Chickenpox this week, I haven't been too bad at all really but I have had a really spotty back. Not attractive. I was just about the last one at nursery to get it so it was inevitable I suppose. I'm allowed to go back to nursery tomorrow, i've had mum at home in the mornings since Friday looking after me so i've really put her through it. She'll be glad of the rest at work.
Strange things have been going on round these parts lately. Dad went out on friday night to see a band. Mum baby sat, while aunty Chris (one of my usual sitters) went to see the band with him Andy and Owen. Most unorthodox.
Mum went to work on Saturday so we did the usual take her out for lunch bit and in the evening we went out to the firworks. I initially thought that Alan, Hanna, Owen and Andy had all come to babysit me and mum and dad were going to sneak off. How surprised was I when I was loaded into my pushchair and we all walked off towards the farm over the road? There was loads of people about and we we got right near the front. This was my first fireworks trip so I wasn't too sure what to expect. The display started at 7 with queit ones for the kiddies, I hated these, they made me cry. Mum and dad looked anxious before the big ones kicked off at 7:30 but I loved these (even though I did need the occasional re-assuring glance from Uncle Alan or Mum to make sure it was okay). Thanks to Owen and Andy for trying to win me a horse from the fairground by fair means or indeed foul.
Here's dad and I looking skywards.
Here I am in the safe haven of my puschair during the main event.
Sunday, just for a change was a trip to the shops, Reading this time. Mum made us park at least 14 miles out of town so we didn't have to pay parking fees which didn't bother me because I always have a nice park and ride arrangement in my pushchair. They got me a special christmas cup that has santa on it and glittery snowflakes sort of inside and treated themselves to some fancy new gear. I think I got the raw deal there. Oh, I suppose I did get a pack of crayons as well.....haven't tasted them yet though.
I'm talking like mad at the moment, they don't seem to understand a word i'm saying though. Their loss I suppose, I know what i'm going on about.
my current diet trend is to eat mostly only meat. When I get given a meal i'll systematically pick out all the meaty bits (or maybe stuffing as well if it's a roast) before casting the plate aside and requesting my 'goh-goh' (pudding) by looking at mum and pointing to the kitchen. I've got her well trained.
Anyway, that'll do for now, see you for more action next week.
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