We had our junior school carol concert at a big church in town on Tuesday afternoon. We were pretty much the last class to arrive (we had to walk all the way from school). Mum and Dad had both turned up and hidden at the back, I reckon they must have known about the year three guitar recital and taken suitable evasive action. Once it was done and dusted we had to walk all the way back to school. I didn't mind, I got to walk with Mrs Douglas and we had a good old chat.
It was my last week of swimming, which meant fun week.
And the one week of the term I was jealous of Ellis' swimming lesson.
We had balls, hoops, big floating mats and also swimming teachers with a hose pipe. Because it wasn't a proper lesson I could play with Neave as we. Mum topped it off nicely by turning up to watch.
It was also my last dancing lesson on Wednesday. The three youngest that took exams each got a special medal awarded to us and everyone who had passed their exam got a really smart looking certificate. As if that wasn't enough we also got a little present as well. We got to show the grown ups our small group dance we had to do for the exam as well, which was obviously a treat for them.
It was all rush rush rush after dancing. We had to eat tea and get me to school for six o'clock for the opening night of our school play, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
I wasn't allowed to go, so Owen came round to keep me company. We had a cool time, well I did, not sure how he felt after i'd talked at him for nealy two hours non stop.
The play itself went very well. My class all had a part of wedding guests (as well as general singers of course).
I really got into character and enjoyed the dancing too:
Here we all are, 3HD enjoying our own little finale:
It really was great fun and we all did really well. It was also pretty cool because Mum and Dad sat right on the front row do I got to give them a cheeky wave or two.
Massive excitement on Thursday, we got letters from the actual real father christmas.
Yeah, he seemed to know a LOT, even our friends names?
I had another performance on Thursday night, I was pretty tired out by the end of it to be honest.
Friday night we finally went and got ourselves a christmas tree.
About time too, even my teacher thought it was too long to wait. In fact my only requirement for this years tree was that it was to be taller than Mrs. Douglas.
I loved being greeted by the singing dancing Santa on the way in:
So we selected this one in about thirty seconds and then turned our attention to the man running trees through the bagging machine:
We put it into the back of the car bteween our seats and made for McDonalds, well, it was too late to start cooking.
We had to frop Dad off at the pub for his work Christmas party as well, we knew Saturday morning wasn't going to be action packed.
No it wasn't, we had a very lazy day and watched Wall E, which was universally liked.
We headed over to Grandad and Anne's for tea as a late birthday party for him and an early christmas party for all of us.
It was rather good as well, we had party poppers and crackers.
I did loads of colouring with Dad.
And I drilled Alan for histoy facts.
Never ones to rush anything the Christmas tree went up on Sunday.
Everything went up very smoothly as well, no drama's with the tree falling over or anything:
The net from the tree made a rather good wedding veil/train when attached to my head with hair grips:
Even Poppy got caught up in the Christmas spirit:
Once we'd emptied the box of decorations onto the tree it was time for the cherub to take her place at the top:
I was made to go to the stupid park in the afternoon because of Ellis.
Sorry Ned but I really wanted to go, even if I did run Mum over on my bike and it may have been really freezing cold.
We helped Mum make some chocolate brownie, we didn't make any mess of course and it all ran really smoothly:
Once the bowl was well and truly empty, Ned let me finish licking duties:
We decided to pose for a seasonal shot with the cat as well:
We had to finish of writing our cards too:
Monday was pretty cool at school, we had our visiting pantomime performance of Ali Baba. I loved it, even if it was only in the hall. After that it was party time. I didn't think it much of a party though really, there was no dancing? Just eating. I was also told not to wear my party shoes outside by Mum on the morning but seeing as we had a fire alarm I had to make an exception.
We also had our paty today as well, I was much more happy with the school definition of a party. The cakes that Dad bought me to take along went down a storm and I even helped the grown ups set the food up during lunchtime.
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