We went to the races on Saturday. Dad forgot the camera so there’s no photo evidence of the day at all. The weather was lovely and things got off to a good start with dad picking the winner on the first race. Sadly it was the only one of the day. Mum didn’t pick any winners either, rubbish! Ben seemed to be doing okay though!
I especially loved sitting right on the rails watching the horses go past to the start and the ‘copters taking off and landing from the field. I also had my first go on a bouncy castle. It was brilliant and I got to bounce around with all the bigger children, I soon got the hang of it. I kicked up a proper sink when I had to get off though….We saw Laura nad James there too, nice shoes Laura!
Saturday night the usual suspects came round for a barbecue. It looked pretty hot to me once it had got going, I made sure I told everyone. There were all manner of garden fun and games going on and I had a great time. Look how tall I am:
Sunday was a nice lay in followed by a trip to Grandad’s for lunch. I had a late birthday present due to duplicated lawnmowers which was a car transporter lorry with six cars on the back. It’s brilliant and the cars zoomed really well across his smooth wood floor. We also got to look at some of Grandad’s really smart books on trains. There’s no stories to water them down, just pictures of trains and hard hitting technical detail, just how I like it. I pointed out Thomas and Percy and Grandad showed me a picture of the real life Spencer. After lunch we went out for a walk around their village. Dad always says things are a bit odd over Swindon way and now I can see why, it was the village scarecrow hunt. This seemed to involve scarecrows dressed up to represent films or characters from films being placed in peoples front gardens while families wandered around all afternoon looking at them and trying to decipher what was what. Dad was pretty good at it really, the only one I recoginsed was the Andy look-a-like Shrek.
Nursery news and my bestest friend in the whole world Jude has gone up a room (he’s six months older than me). I do sometimes get to see him when I have a sneaky visit into the other room and I’m sure we’ll be re-united soon when I go up as well. I’ve coped with it all pretty well though.
In the mornings I now have to tell mum that it’s time for her to go by shouting ‘Mummy, Door, Work’ at her if she gets a bit too settled playing with all the toys and some days I even wake up properly when Dad comes to pick me up so I don’t have to be carried out crying at my rude awakening.
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