Wet!

I hope everyone is enjoying the lovely summer weather as much as I am? Good job I’m still enjoying playing with all my birthday presents still while the rain comes down outside.
As if it wasn’t wet enough we went swimming again last week. My confidence in and around the water is coming on in leaps and bounds. I went down the slide in every way I could think and even a few I couldn’t. I was seeking out the bubbles and jets of water and made a trip onto the pirate ship a few times to check that out. My biggest achievement though was jumping in off the side of the pool. I saw some older boys doing it and decided I was going to get in on the action. Mum was on the edge of the pool with Dad waiting in the water for my splashdown. My first attempt wasn’t too good to be honest, I only just made it over the edge and into the water. I’d also decided I didn’t want Dad to catch me either….On my next few goes I decided it wasn’t such a bad idea to let him give me a bit of gentle assistance as I was going right under the water. After about eight goes I had it down to a tee and was loving it.
Saturday we went to town in the morning, we saw one of Dads old work mates with her new baby. I’m really interested in babies at the moment and like to point any out that I notice during our comings and goings. In the evening we went to Ben and Rach’s to watch the Eurovision song contest. As usual there was a sweepstake but with the addition of a national dish from the country you had picked. Mum spent hours making what appeared to be the most vile drink in history while dad melted some cheese over a candle. Neither of them won any money as usual.

I spent a large portion of the night with my laydeez Jeanette and Katie.

I’ve even managed to distract Owen while there was a scantily clad lady on the telly here…..

Here I am making off with a mini toad in the hole, Owen’s interpretation of English fayre. Dad got extremely drunk and went to sleep even before the results came in, he’s such a lightweight.
Sunday we went to a big blue building in Bristol. I think it was called IKEA or something. It was filled with weird furniture and stuff. Then all of a sudden right in the middle of the shop was a mini playground! There was a smart tunnel/slide combo, some little tents, rocking chairs and loads of other stuff. I took some prising away from that I can tell you.
I decided on Monday night that I didn’t fancy my high chair any more and wanted to sit in a real chair. I had to admit it was a bit low so I was quite glad when Dad got my booster seat out. Two days in and it’s going okay, just wait till I have something really messy though…..