Down the gee gee's

Hello once again, another action packed week to report.
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.

Happy Birthday to me

So then, 2 years old! How about that?
Mum had my Thursday (my birthday) off work. While dad was at work in the morning mum and I made a cake! She let me help and everything which is more than dad ever does while he’s cooking. It actually came out really well for a couple of amateurs, although the icing left a bit to be desired…

When dad came home we got on with the presents. They had got me a really smart bike, it is a little on the big side but I can still get on it okay.

The best bit was probably the cards though, I love opening them!

In the evening I saw Uncle Alan and Andy which was good.
Friday and no one went to work because it was a bank holiday or something? Mum and dad were pretty busy in the morning doing stuff around the house so I fell asleep on the floor of the front room. When I woke up the house was full of people and I seemed to be in the middle of my own party!

The weather cleared up and we got out in the garden with the bubble machine, it was great fun.
We had loads of lovely food (especially all the cakes) and I had loads more presents. Really good presents. Thanks everyone I loved them all.

Here I am in my tunnel/tent complex which provided plenty of laughs for everyone.
This was a strange one, I’m always warned to stay away from hot things and then they go and shove a flaming cake in my face and start singing?

I wasn’t having any of that.
Here I am having a late night cuddle with uncle Slim:

Speaking of late nights it was 11pm before I finally turned in, I had a great party, thanks everyone.
I must give a special mention to Chard and Kaz who sent me a scratch and sniff Banana card all the way from Australia, how cool is that?
Saturday mum was at work. Dad woke me up at 11:15 so we could go and meet her for lunch...I think I deserved a lie in.
As if the birthday wasn’t enough excitement for one boy, it was Easter too! Chocolate time. Mum had this crazy idea of hiding some chocolate eggs around the house and handing me a bucket to put them in….I think not. I found one and then scoffed it, she carried the bucket.

We went out for a bit of a walk in the afternoon and we went to feed the ducks (and Swans) in the park. It was quite funny as they were really greedy. We saw some boats on the pond and had a play on the swings and all the rest of it.
Monday came and they still didn’t go to work. We went to Bucklebury Farm park instead. Now this was my kind of place. Animals (proper ones too, none of these fancy Tigers and the like) Tractors and Playgrounds.

Here we are feeding the sheep. It was really funny getting mum to feed the donkeys from her hand, she squealed and shrieked as she didn’t like their wet old tongues. Ha ha, Dad didn’t seem to mind as much. We also saw some ponies, lambs, goats, piglets and cows. They had tractors you could sit on:

We even went for a ride on a tractor and trailer into a field with lots of deer in it, when we stopped they came up to us for some food and we got to see them really close up. I wasn’t fussed though, I just wanted more bumpy tractor action across the field. They also had a really big slide in one of the barns:

Dad and I came down together really fast and the bumps were good too. We had a good few goes before the poor old man was worn out….
What a great weekend!

The Great Outdoors

Busy old week again this week.
Wednesday afternoon we went up the woods with Emma and Max.

It was a nice day but it had been raining so there were plenty of puddles for us to go fishing in with our sticks. I caused hysteria on a narrow bridge when a bee landed on my welly, Emma, Max and Dad almost all ended up in the water.

We played a bit of ball on the field before having a mighty picnic comprising of one small packet of chocolate buttons, a small bag of minstrels and one bottle of ‘looking for Nemo’ water, what a treat for the tastebuds.
Thursday night we went to Rach and Ben’s. They had some cool furniture for me to bounce on and didn’t seem to mind me boinging about and throwing their cat’s ball around. Andy then showed up and then Nick and Carol. Ben had organised a sweepstake on the Grand National, and I was in charge of drawing the horses and names from the hats. I enjoyed my position of power but soon started to abuse it by pulling handfuls from the hat at a time before actually donning the hats themselves. I did look cool in them though.
Friday was Mum’s birthday, she was really pleased with the card I made her at nursery (Dad wasn’t, when they gave it to him to bring home the glue was still wet).
Once Dad had got home from work and they had discussed what we were actually going to do for an hour or two we headed off to Toys R Us. I rampaged through the bike and pedal car aisles before reaching the playhouse section, it was great fun. After that we went into the Oracle and had tea at Chili’s. I bellowed ‘Hello’ and ‘Goodbye’ to everyone who passed our table.
On Saturday the weather was nice so we played in the garden. Well I did, Mum and Dad were on a tidying mission or something. Dad cleared up the conservatory and Mum and I cleared all the dead leaves from the drains. I stuffed a handful of leaves down my top for good measure which wasn’t such a good move as they were pretty scratchy by the time they had got into my nappy. Ouch. I fell asleep in the afternoon on the sofa, and only caught the last half of the biggest horse race of the year! Dad won a fiver for having last horse home the loser. Ben and Rach came round for tea on Saturday night so I got to show just how many raspberries I could eat.
On Sunday, Number 23 in an occasional series ‘Dad takes us out for a walk in woods he wants to sus out as a potential biking destination’ took us to West Woods near Marlborough.

Here I am examining some horse footprints in the soft ground. I had great fun pushing my own pushchair about (except I kept running it into the gulley’s at the sides of the track). We got a good way from the car when the sky turned quite dark. It started to rain so I took refuge under my rain cover in the buggy leaving the fools to get wet outside. Except it wasn’t rain, it was small white blobs of something or another, they called it hail? Whatever it was it made a good noise on my cover although it did drip onto my head eventually (Dad, fix my buggy skylight please).
Monday afternoon Dad told me we were going out on the bike but then put me in the car. I was not happy. I hadn’t noticed him loading the bike onto the back. We went to Greenham common and rode all the way around the outside fence in the lovely sunshine and saw cows, birds and rabbits, as well as lots of cars. I liked the cars.
That’s all for this week, I don’t know what’s lined up for the next seven days although there has been lots of whispering and suspicious packages being secreted about the place, I’ll let you know if anything comes of it….

Scarborough!

Get yourself comfy, here comes the holiday update!
Now then what happened….they loaded the car up Friday lunchtime strapped me in and said we were going on holiday! Smart I thought, off to see Max in Somerset. So I started shouting MAX MAX MAX! But we went north. We never go north, sometimes South, Sometimes East, mostly West but never North. And north we went, and went and went. For a solid seven hours. The traffic was pretty bad but Mum and Dad remained surprisingly calm up front. I enjoyed the trip really. I had a lovely long kip, played spot the lorry out of the window and got fed at regular intervals. When we got to the place we were staying it was really foggy and dark, I had no idea where we were although I didn’t really care as it has a lovely comfy sofa to slouch about on while they got all my stuff in from the car.
Next morning this was where we were:

Lebberston, just outside Scarborough. We were staying in the old farm building but sadly the cattle had moved out. The drawer under the telly had Thomas the Tank engine DVD’s and there was also a special house just for me in the courtyard:

It was really good and I held several tea parties which went down a storm.
We were soon out and about and went to Cayton bay:

Here’s me and Dad chucking stones in the sea before running for it when the waves came in. The waves looked really good out the back and there were a fair few surfers out there, I decided that it must be Andy as he is the only one I know silly enough to go in the North Sea in March. I shouted ‘Andy’ at all of them. After that we went into Scarborough itself. The waves were crashing into the sea wall and sending spray right up into the air, it was really funny and I loved watching it and shouting splash!
They had a fair and everything, I had a go in this car amongst other things:

Sunday was an early start as we were going on the North Yorkshire Moors steam railway, we still only just got there in time. I loved going on the train and got a nice seat to myself right by the window. Dad taught me a new word, river as we crossed the bridge. It didn’t take me long to spot a group of young German ladies just down the carriage and start woo-ing them with a game of peep-bo. They loved it. We got off the train at Pickering and went for a walk round, it was pretty boring on a Sunday there to be honest so we soon headed back to the station. We got really close to the engine when it pulled in, I shouted ‘HOT’ each time it puffed out some steam in case anyone was in any doubt.

Mum bought me a lovely Thomas the Tank Engine book from the shop at the station before we got back on the train to go home. We sat opposite another family on the way back and since mum and dad didn’t seem to be too interested in me pointing out the river every time we crossed it, I told this other lot time and time again. They must have liked it as they gave me a lovely posh chocolate biscuit.
Onto Monday and we went to the Sea Life Centre. I wasn’t really that bothered about it initially and just ran through it all as quick as I could en-route to the café and play area which I played on for ages. We had another look round and I started to get into it a bit more. I saw some Sea Lions, a big Turtle, jellyfish and some sharks which were all okay but best of all was the Seahorses (just like a normal horse but with no legs, a pot belly like Dad’s, really small and live underwater….what ever next?) and a real life Nemo. After that we went to Filey. On the way Dad thought he could smell the country side, but it wasn’t the countryside, it was the contents of my nappy. Very runny they were too. Oh dear, Filey aborted and back to camp for a change of clothes and a bath.
Tuesday came and we had a brilliant game of hide and seek in the cottage before we went off to Whitby, even further north. It was pretty nice there, we saw loads of boats and a parked up fire engine that we had a good look around. Best of all though was the arcade:

Here I am having a few laps. Mum played against Dad, so I helped mum by sitting on her lap and wrenching the steering wheel away from her when I fancied it. She still set the fastest lap time though, I think I’m glad dad does most of the real driving. There was a big old moving horse thing in the window that I had several goes on. It was really high up so Mum had to hold on even though I had a firm grip on the reigns. I also got a taste for feeding the penny falls machines. You get some coins off of Mum or Dad and then shove them in the slot and watch them get pushed about. On the edge of the piled up coins were some small toys, Mum quite fancied seeing if she could get an aeroplane to fall down for me. Dad dismissed it as impossible and said he’d never seen it happen. About £395 later the plane duly dropped into the tray down below, although mum and I missed the great event. Mum then spotted a car also teetering on the edge of oblivion and started shoving coins in again….it didn’t show much chance of shifting so mum and I wandered off leaving Dad on a mission. Another £276 later and I had a car to go with my aeroplane and Dad had a new ‘Proudest achievement’ to put on his CV.

We went on to Robin Hoods bay:

The tide was in so we couldn’t get on the beach. I did have the pleasure of an extreme push chair ride up and down the steepest hill I’ve ever been on though. I’m glad dad was pushing.
On Wednesday we went into Scarborough again, on the way in we saw a man leading four ‘Donkeys’ (looked like Horses to me) down the road towards the beach. Mum told me I could go on one which lead me to repeat the word Donkey every 30 seconds or so for the next few hours, interspersed with the occasional ee-aw.

When we finally got to the beach the Donkeys were on lunch break for an hour! I was devastated, we went for a walk up the beach but I soon nodded off:

Once I woke up, the Donkeys were working again, fully refreshed and up for it! Here I am riding one of the beasts:

I was a natural, although I did have to stretch my legs a long way to sit down. Mum didn’t even really need to hold me.
We went to the Lifeboat station and Dad got me some boats for the bath, mum got herself a fishing game and I charmed the two old ladies in the shop.
After all the Donkey excitement and old lady pleasing we had another go at Filey. The tide was in so we couldn’t go on the beach again. We had a walk along the prom though:

Thursday we went to York. We parked the car and then got on a bus. I found this hugely exciting and shouted ‘BUS’ every 50 yards or so. I also pointed out houses, cars and lorries for the benefit of anyone within earshot. We just went in loads of shops so nothing to report really. Although I did get marched out of Pizza Hut for being naughty, Ooops.
So Friday we packed up and came home, but not until I’d thrown one last tea party and had a last scoot around the courtyard in their little car. I had a really good week but was really tired. Roll on the next one. The journey home was much quicker and we got home in time to pop round and see Nanny who I’d been pining for since Monday.
Saturday we had a quick trip out on the bike as I’d missed it on holiday before Grandad and Anne came round to look after me in the evening. They had got me a really smart Monster Truck from Florida. It’s brilliant and I’ve tried to take it to bed every night since. I even filled the back of it up with soggy Rice Crispies on Sunday morning. Great Grandma came round for lunch on Sunday as it was her birthday so that was nice. She sat next to me at dinner and let me have loads of pudding, she can come again.
So then it was back to nursery and back to normal. When Dad came to get me on Monday I had a great big Orange splodge of paint on my bum where I’d fallen over ‘foot’ painting, he said he was glad I got all this out of my system on someone elses carpet…..
Thanks for getting this far, it's been a monster this week.

Big weekend

Well, something of a monster update this week.
We’ve had Nanny round for tea, Aunty Chris round for babysitting and uncle Alan has gone.
Last Wednesday after we’d been shopping, Dad and I went out on his bike. I’d been pestering him about it for ages so it was high time he gave in. The weather was lovely and we rode all the way to Thatcham. I really enjoyed the fresh air and made sure I got plenty of snot on the back of dad’s jumper. We went to a park by the side of the A4 and had a go on the swings. I made dad sit in the one next to me but I think his bum was a bit big for it. We looked out over the traffic and I had great fun pointing out lorries, Nee-Nars, bikes and motorbikes. I also enjoyed bellowing out ‘Man’ to an unsuspecting pedestrian. I also set my swing height record which dad managed to propel me to without getting off his own swing, I think his big behind was stuck in it.
Mum went to work on Saturday, I slowly drove dad made throughout the day.
Sunday things were looking up. The sun was out and dad was packing sandwiches…trip out! They were going on about animals, we ended up at Marwell!

I took charge of the map and started issuing the orders. First stop was the penguins. They swam right up to the wall for my amusement, they even had a little underground bit with a window into their pool. They were zooming past the window under the water which made me laugh. After that I demanded Tigers but was fobbed off with a succession of lesser beasts. Not even the giraffes were that good. We saw some leopards that were pretty smart but they weren’t tigers. I also tried to steal one of the golf buggy style vehicles that the zoo keeper had just parked up but she’d taken the keys.

We had lunch overlooking the Zebra’s which was okay, but there was a slight whiff in the air. When we finally got to the tigers I wasn’t that bothered about them even though one of them was having a dip in his pool. I know that they eat MEAT though.
My favourite animals were the sheep in the petting zoo, never mind all these fancy weird looking things.
The best bit of the trip though was the train ride:

After all that we came home and went to Pizza hut, inspired by the diet of the big cats I’d seen at the zoo I demanded the waiter get me MEAT. I had to settle for ham on my pizza. I also pulled two cracking ladies during the course of my meal, they love a boy with tomato puree on his chops.
After I’d had a bath mum frightened the life out of by telling me the ‘Gruffalo’ was coming and banging on the floor to mimic his hefty footsteps. Having spent all day looking at weird and wonderful creatures I think I was a bit more susceptible to this sort of wind up and mum assured me that the Gruffalo was only in the book and not on the landing after all.
Rounding the weekend off we went to the Swimming Pool again yesterday. I was well up for it again and couldn’t wait to get in the water, in fact I’d been wearing my arm bands nearly all morning while we were waiting for Dad to get home from work. It al went sour in the end though when we were walking around the outside of the pool and saw people in the café with chips. I decided chips looked a much better bet than the swimming pool. I was quickly marched back to the changing room and we went home without any chips at all, oh dear.
That’s about it for this week, no update next week I’m afraid as we’re off on holiday. Look out for a special double helping next time.

Paint!

Hello everyone. Hope you are all well.
What have I got to tell you this week.....Well it was Nanny's birthday last Friday so Dad got really brave and let me make her a card with real live paints:

I've done loads of this at nursery and I think I surprised dad with my skills. I'm quite a prolific artist so I produced quite a large number of pieces. Dad was running out of places to put them all with their wet dripping edges. Once i'd had enough I made a break for the sofa covered in paint, Dad frantically chased after me, it was really funny. He caught me just in time and dragged me off to the sink for a good rinse down.
Speaking sinks, I can annoy them really easily by turning on the hot tap of the downstairs toilet and then running off....ha.
On Saturday we went to some really funny places that had loads of bathrooms in them? I climbed in and out of the bath tubs and mum was doing her nut because she didn't my shoes leaving dirty marks. In the last place we visited they even had a bath full of bubbly water. I wasn't allowed to play in it though.
We went out for a walk in the woods on Sunday, it was freezing cold. They wrapped me up nicely in my buggy though and I went to sleep while they shivered their way round.
Dad took me to the pet shop yesterday. I quite liked the fish and the birds, but my favourites were the rabbits and the mice. We then did a bit of trainspotting and saw one of those really big trains with 36 carriages. Dad counted them, I can only get to two on my own....
Nanny came round in the afternoon, we watched some horse racing on the telly and played with my toys. I also had a smashing little tantrum so she's seen that side of me too.
Much to Mum's relief i've learned a new word, instead of endless bouts of 'no' i've also mastered use of the word 'yes' This is in addition to the colours Purple, Pink and Blue.....

One year of Blogging!

Well, thats beena year of Blogs now, can you believe it? Doesn't time fly when you're having fun!
Early with the update as well this week, there’s a turn up for the books!
We went away for the weekend, it was smart. Dad and I went to pick up mum from work on Friday night but we didn’t go back home we went to Max’s house down in Somerset. I had a bit of a kip in the car so I was well up for it when we arrived. I like Max, he’s a good bit older than me so can do loads of cool stuff and has smart toys. Having said that, I must be getting a bit bigger as mum discovered I was in fact too long for my little sleeping bag and couldn’t quite stretch my legs out properly so here I am trying out a duvet for the first time:

Because I was in Mum and Dads room I was able to get them up nice and early, which was a good job because Max had decided he was King Kong and rampaged through our room after escaping from the travel cot/cage I had been sleeping in.
We went out to the playground but I was more interested in getting some food together. Now I must own up to having a bit of a naughty one here. We went to a fancy Pasty shop where they had got me my very own ‘Baby pasty’. The problem was I caught sight of the chocolate brownie first…I wouldn’t entertain the pasty at all and kicked off big time, it ended up with dad whipping me out of the high chair and out of the shop to stand outside until I had calmed down. It didn’t take long and I sat back down and ate my whole pasty before moving on to the brownie.
On Saturday night, Andy turned up too which was good. Dad cooked dinner, Max did some cool breakdancing and I dressed up as Bob The builder:

I had good reason to believe that the grown ups had been up pretty late watching boxing on Saturday night so I let them have a very small lie in on Sunday.
Once we were up and about Max took me out in his car. Just us two, no grown ups. I had a grin a mile wide fixed on my face and loved being driven around:

It was such good fun. I had a go at driving too, but couldn’t quite reach the go pedal so Andy had to run along side pressing it down with a tennis racket, thanks Andy!
I’d like to thank Max, Emma, Dean and Andy for giving me such a lovely weekend, must do it again soon!
I’d also like to thank Grandad and Anne this week for getting me a new coat. Laura got me my last one for Christmas last year and although it’s been a lovely jacket it is now getting a bit short in the arms, in fact it it’s quite a bit short in the arms. Mum and dad had been supposedly looking for a new one but couldn’t find any because it’s all summer stuff in stock or something. I reckon they were just trying to eek it out until the autumn the stinge-bags.

This is becomig quite a habit isn't it?

Late again this week….sorry!
Hmmm, mum and dad are still coughing and spluttering. I’ve been okay so far so fingers crossed.
Haven’t really been doing much, we went shopping in Southampton on Saturday. It was rubbish, they didn’t buy me anything although they did treat me to a Marks and Spencer cheese and ham sandwich which I ate really nicely. I didn’t pick the fillings out first or anything and didn’t even make that much mess down my coat which was a first. Eventually they took me to the park by the sea. It was pretty cold but the sun was out.

Here I am coming down what must be the biggest slide in the world, so big you can’t even see the bottom of it!

They also had a maze, I went straight to the middle with no messing about but we cheated on the back and mum skipped over the wall with me.
Mum has been working her socks off lately and keeps telling me we’re going on holiday soon, to the seaside by all accounts too so that should be nice. I’ve no idea where Scarborough is but I hope it’s as warm and sunny as Portugal was….
We went to Grandad and Anne’s for Sunday lunch and I’m not sure I’ll get invited back again. I was playing about in the kitchen with Anne and while she wasn’t looking turned the hob on….just a little bit. On top of the hob was a wooden chopping board. It made a quite unpleasant burning smell. Oh dear, at least I didn’t burn the house down.

Sorry i'm late again!

A little late this week due to dad’s man-flu. Mum had it first and had Friday and Saturday off work, so at least she didn’t have to do her Saturday. She was a rather pathetic state so it was up to dad to try and keep me busy the poor man, I do think it’s becoming a two person job. Needless to say we didn’t do much over the weekend. Dad and I did venture out for a walk on Saturday afternoon. He must have been feeling brave as we didn’t even take the pushchair. I walked a really long way right round the estate. A jogger ran past us so I decided to inject a little pace into our ambling as I reckon Dad could do with shedding a few pies. I tried to keep up with the jogger but he was long gone and no matter how hard I worked my little legs Dad didn’t even have to try any harder than a moderate stroll to keep up. When we got home I decided I wanted to take off all of my clothes an item at a time. By the time I was in my birthday suit and running up and down the lounge mum was in fits of laughter so I think I cheered her up. Sorry, no pictures of this on the Blog I’m afraid. I don’t want you blackmailing me with shady copies of it in 20 years time thank you.
Here’s what we did Sunday:

Sleeping! Mum was still poorly and dad had been to the pub on Saturday night, he thought he had a mild hangover but it was to be the onset of the dreaded man-flu.
Mum was off Monday so we gave dad a surprise by going to meet him on his walk home from work, he looked really surprised to see us both as once again I shunned the pushchair and let my own feet do the walking.
Walking seems to be a bit of a theme this week, here’s some more foot related news:

I’ve got my first pair of boots. They have Thomas on them and I’m really happy with them. I keep getting them put on for me and then I stomp around the front room staring down at my feet. I’ve also tried to wedge them onto Uncle Alan’s feet, Daddies feet and Mummies feet but they won’t fit any of the great oafs so I guess I’ll keep them all to myself, ha ha ha!

A proper update, with pictures!

Okay then, by way of an apology for last week, this weeks a pictures special. So apologies to all those suckers out there on dial-up connections and get with the program, It’s 2006 for goodness sake!
I’ve got quite a reputation around Tesco’s now due to our regular Wednesday afternoon visit. I’ve got a substantial fan-club of silver haired checkout ladies!
Friday night Auntie Chris came to look after me all on her own, no Nanny to be seen. Having said that, Laura did show up a bit later on so it was a good job I’d saved a right old nappy full for her to enjoy.
Had a bit of a lazy one on Saturday as I was a bit under the weather with a snotty nose etc. We watched the Olympics on telly, what a weird load of activities they are. In the evening Nick, Carol and Andy came round for a low key game of cards. I got everyone’s name right except Carol’s, sorry Carol I’ll make sure I practice for next time.
In line with the way Mum and Dad seem to operate, on Sunday, because it was raining they decided we’d go out.

We went to Didcot Railway centre and rode on a steam train. It was proper smart, I didn’t think these things were even real, just something in my Thomas books. They were massive and noisy, hissing and puffing all over the place.

It was a pretty short ride but long enough for me. After we got off we had a wander around the engine sheds, with Mum’s background she’d seen it all before but Dad seemed to quite like it. After that we rushed back to Auntie Chris’ for Sunday dinner, at tea time. I decided not to eat any of her lovely roast dinner because i’m an attention seeking little monkey and a born show off. Sorry Chris don’t take it personally, I’m sure your dinner was lovely. Again I couldn’t quite get the name thing down, sorry Ian….Just for a change I thought I wouldn’t actually have a massive turnout in Laura’s presence, I’m sure she was relieved, I’ll double up next time! I also fell of one of the dining room chairs whilst supposedly under Chris’s supervision. I understand she’s taken a lot of stick over the matter, but I can assure you I’m quite okay now thanks.
Tuesday was a bleak day at nursery. All of my little gang of friends went up to the next room for a visiting day in preparation for them going up next month (they’re all older than me). I came home in a proper mood, I had to spend all morning with the young ‘uns and I’m far too sophisticated for their brand of enjoyment.
We had a surprise visit from Aunty Trish this afternoon, all the way from the bright lights of Amazingstoke. She certainly cheered me up, she had a soft furry handbag that was just like the cat, re-assuringly there were chocolate buttons inside it.
On nursery matters, here’s some of my art work for you all to marvel over:


Not bad, apparently they pay Dad to put out pictures of this sort of quality, fools. I’d do it for a bag of Buttons and unlimited C Beebies.
Here’s a shot of me having my bedtime story with mum:

It’s the Gruffalo. I always get her to start the story, get about three quarters of the way in and then flick over the last few pages and wander off. It’s driving her mad that she can’t finish it of….ha ha ha ha!