Breakfast time is story time

You wouldn't have thought there was much scope for the imagination in a bowl of breakfast cereal would you?

Think again.

Meet Sophie and Susie. There they are in the picture, between my fingers: they were my friends for the morning, until the milk made them too soggy, and they went squishy. They are rice crispies.

I told Daddy all about them, whilst I was eating the other crispies. Then Sophie and Susie went for a ride on the Spoonmobile.

Susie even bounced around the edge of my bowl, and played "bouncy ball, catch" with Sophie.

Me in the snow

Someone asked for snaps of me in the snow.
Well here you go.

It was jolly cold,
And as I'm not very old
I had to wrap up warm
From the effects of the storm.

You'll see Mummy on a sledge-
"Watch out- there's a hedge"-
And me in my blue suit
With wellies to boot!

Getting out of it: the direct approach

Sometimes the humorous approach to getting out of it doesn't work. Then you have to fall back on the direct approach. Like this:

Mummy was quizzing me on her favourite subject (my nappy).

"I'm reading a book", I said, "Mummy go in kitchen"

She ought to know her place.

Hospitality

Mummy had some friends visit her today. Usually I like visitors. But this friend had a baby, and it crawled. Towards me. So when the friend said she'd have to leave I agreed:

"Go home. Bye Bye"

And when they finally got up to leave, I said

"Hooray. Watch Noddy!"

Conjunctions

I've been going through Daddy's grammer book recently (made sense after I'd read the book on Punc-tu-a-tion). I've been learning about conjuctions. So when I want Daddy to give me Rice Crispies with my Cornflakes, I have to say

"And Crispies And Cornclakes"!

Another example:

Mummy: "What do you want for tea, Peas or Beans?"
Me: "And Peas and Beans and Peas"

Getting out of it

Sometimes I'm busy when Mummy asks me to do something (or tells me that something is going to be done to me). It is inconvenient, and I don't want to. But for the good of both parties, it is best to avoid direct confrontation.

I've found that humour is a good technique to try. My favourite example recently:

Mummy: "Can I smell something?"
Me: "Teddy" [or "Dolly", or "Daddy"!]
Mummy: "I think it's you. Come with Mummy, and we'll change your nappy."
Me: "No thank you, Mrs Tubby Bear!"

Inspired, don't you think? I think I must have got that one from my Noddy videators.

(Note if you want to try this at home: If it's Daddy you're talking to, you need to say, "No thank you, Mr Tubby Bear")

Knowing Me, Knowing You!

Me and You are two words that will not stay in the right order.

So I say to Mummy, "Mummy, read book to you".

Mummy replies "Read book to me".

And I think, "I can't read the book to you, I want you to read it to me.". But anyway, she still seems to get the message.

Apologising

Some words are more important than others, so important in fact, that they insist on being used all the time. Words like "Sorry", for example.

So this evening, as I walked passed Mummy I squashed her foot a bit. Now I'm sure I didn't hurt her, but that word insisted on coming out.

"Sorry Mummy. Trod on you!"

More Guess what?

What's this?


A radiator!

Now you should be able to guess what this is:



A videator!

It plays Noddy and Postman Pat Videos! 

Guess what?

What is this?

A Fridge! What's this?

A Full Stop! And do you know what this is?

Well, it's a star now, but it used to be called an Uppa. As in
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,
How I wonder what you are,
UP Above the world so high...

So there you go. 

Christmas Day

Christmas Day was very exciting. I learnt several new words including "another", as in "another present!". I even remembered "please" on occasions.

The most exciting part was my new baby. Here you see me giving her the first of several breakfasts she had that morning. Cornflakes and Crispies, I think it was.

Another of my presents, a book about Little Owl, had flown all the way over from Canada. Thank you Aunty Aileen!


And then Mummy cooked us all a beautiful Christmas Dinner. What you are looking at was just the Appertiser! 

Christmas - the warm up

Daddy had a long Christmas holiday. Two whole weeks to spend with me. He broke up on the Tuesday before Christmas, so on the Wednesday we went to a German market. They'd brought it all the way over to where near we lived, because they know I don't like flying yet.


Later that week, our friends Lynn and Harry visited, and they brought us lots of presents. I was given an iron and an ironing board so that I can help mummy. Here you see me finding out what it's like being a Christmas Present.


On Sunday we went to Nana and Grandad's. Nana cooked us all a nice dinner (I ate loads of sprouts - way more than Daddy!), and then I sat on her lap to open my present.

That night as Mummy put me to bed, I told her "Me Sleeping. Ho Ho come. Presents for Me!" 

Practising for Christmas

You only get one second Christmas, so it is important to make it a good one. I have been practising getting into the Christmas spirit, and also into my fairy outfit, which is considerably more difficult. Christmas spririt fits me better I think.

I have also begun wishing people a "Merry Christmas" and a "Happy new Year". And they wish me one in return. So that's all hunky dorey. 

Anticipation

Dad snapped this shot of me whilst I was waiting for something.


Something delicious! 

Bouncing

Some people belive that beds are a good place to sleep. How mistaken they are. Beds are for bouncing!

We have a bit of a tradition in our family, stretching back over several generations, of the sunday afternoon bed-bounce. I do the energetic bit, and Mummy and Granny flap up and down the edge of the bed saying "don't fall". As if I would- silly thing to do. 

Autumn Leaves

Doesn't Autumn make you excited? 

Swinging

 

Encouragement

As you know, I am endevouring to bring up my parents as well as I can. I subscribe to the school of thought that says that there is nothing wrong with lavishing praise for even small achievements.

Consequently, when daddy managed to tap out "Baa, Baa Black Sheep" on my xylophone the other day, I rewarded him with a hearty "Well done"!

Encouragement

As you know, I am endevouring to bring up my parents as well as I can. I subscribe to the school of thought that says that there is nothing wrong with lavishing praise for even small achievements.

Consequently, when daddy managed to tap out "Baa, Baa Black Sheep" on my xylophone the other day, I rewarded him with a hearty "Well done"!

Living out of a suitcase

I have been living out of a suitcase for the last couple of days. As you can see, I managed to cram in all the essentials: teapot, cups, donuts, stethoscope, mobile phone, building blocks (you never know when you might be called upon to build Babel Mark II).


The purpose of our visit was to see my Great Great Aunty Joan. I think I rather surprised her.


We also managed a bit of sightseeing as well - here you see me patrolling the grounds of Bolton Abbey.