I’m still not bothering with actual words, but I am cooing and gurgling quite a bit.
We went out for kite flying and a picnic last Wednesday afternoon at Hungerford common. When we got out of the car the entire place was covered in cow poo, so we decided to give it a miss and ended up at the park in Northcroft. There was a smart aerial runway that I decided I was brave enough to try (with a little help from Mum) and we had a picnic in a rare glimpse of sunshine. I decided I wanted to climb the hill at the back and made Dad come with me all the way to the top. I then insisted that we run back down to Mum, I beat him by miles!
I made Ellis a present at nursery:
It’s a monkey, I really like it too so it’s gone in my bedroom. While were on the subject of bedrooms I’ve now been put in my own! Mum and Dad have kicked me out of their room now I sleep for a good twelve hours at night. I don’t mind at all, it’s better than sleeping in a basket on their floor, I get my own big cot and a lovely animal mobile to watch while I nod off.
Yeah, but what a row she made before she decided to settle down the other night, I had to have a good shout at her!
Friday afternoon and Mum and Dad were hell bent on having a summer so we had to have a barbecue. The weather wasn’t too bad actually and I really enjoyed my sausages.
I had to be trussed up in a big winter all in one and was dragged out to sit in the garden with the rest of them…..
Saturday morning I was having a good old game with my dinosaurs, I asked Mum what one of them was called, she reckoned it was a brontosaurus but I declared it to be a Grumpysaurus (well it looked like Dad). We went over to Grandad and Anne’s for lunch and then a carnival went right past their house, how smart is that? It was their village show and I’m sure it would have been brilliant if it hadn’t been quite so wet! We all got proper soaked.
Except me in my luxury buggy. Suckers.
Then in the evening we went round to Owens. I had a happy meal as everyone else was having curry. The only problem was that the curry wasn’t coming for some time so there were many hungry faces watching as I tried to eat my supper. I let them have a few chips. I’m good like that (well, they had gone cold anyway).. We were staying over for the night as well so after a wrestle with Chard I was off to my Thomas Ready Bed (which everyone coveted almost as much as my happy meal).
I had to go back to my basket and listen to them playing cards all night. Mum did quite well and Dad didn’t (I’m lead to believe that this is quite normal).
When we woke up Sunday Owen cooked us a lovely breakfast, but I got a bit confused and thought it was lunch (sausages at 11:00?) We came home and had a sleepy afternoon, before I had a fit of inspiration and got all arty:
I shouted out ‘look it’s the sun’ and then sat in the middle of my creation.
Monday after nursery we went to Guildford to get me some new shoes. I love having new shoes and I like to make sure they are grippy and I can run fast in them. The trouble is the shops are often a little small to really test them out. Nevertheless these seem fine, if a little ‘bling’ I’ll get a picture for you next week, but they’ll probably be ruined and filthy by then. I spent some of my piggy bank money on ‘Ramone’ (from the film Cars) and nearly bought a Fireman Sam engine until Mum pointed out that it would use up all my savings. I decided to hold back and keep the money for a rainy day (shouldn’t have to wait long!). We rounded off the afternoon with a visit to Pizza Hut. As usual it was all about the ice-cream factory but I made a huge error of judgement and piled on the chocolate raisins. They were okay to begin with but I wish I’d stuck to the pure chocolate hit of the smarties or the buttons.
And guess what…I had milk! I also didn't get any shoes. Having said that my feet are still too small to kepp my socks on.
The best thing about going to Guildford is the park and ride bus trip though. I love it.
So did I, I kept all the other passengers amused by smiling at them all the way back.
On to today then and Mum didn’t bother taking me to nursery because I was a bit sleepy. I gave Dad an early morning call at work, he loves to hear from me and listen to my riveting converasation. In the afternoon we went bowling again. I had a really good game getting three strikes and scoring 129. I beat Dad but not Mum.
I even decided to wake up to watch the show-down. It was a funny place, full of bright lights, loads of people throwing heavy looking balls about and really noisy. I had a good old smile.
After the bowling I decided I wanted to ride my bike on the up-downs at the park, Dad’s always keen to indulge me this one:
I was soon carving some nice lines about the place but did ned a little push now and again. After that I played shops with Mum, my list of stocked items could best be described as limited:
I managed to keep the customer happy in the end though. I also had quite a scary near miss. As we walked across the park, I saw a beast running in front of me and shouted out ‘Wolf!’ and ran for Mum and Dad. Mum reckoned it was in fact Yorkshire Terrier, I’m still not so sure and you can’t be too carefull.
One last point, can someone please take the 'Birth to Six months manual off of Mum?
It suggested that baby may like to lay on it's front for short periods, to try a new perspective on the world. Well guess what...BABY DOESN'T WANT LAY ON IT'S FRONT FOR SHORT PERIODS, IT'S RUBBISH! You end up laying on your hands and get your nose all squashed up.
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