My Dad as a Teacher

Nursery School trip yesterday ... and as it was to an aquarium Dad was v keen to volunteer to be a helper for the day. He was very good. He had to help us in the bus, keep an eye on us around the place and make sure we ate our packed lunch properly. We were very impressed with the lobster we saw which with half red half black shell and then the opp colour per claw is a is one in 50 million catch apparently -- nearly as unique as me! He fell asleep on the way home ... it's tiring being a Teech!

The star of the show

BIG NEWS -- I met Angelina Ballerina today! Nana and Grandad took me to a very special place called 'Butlins' and there were loads of the people from all my books there. Here's me practising to be the star of my first dance show in a few week's time. I can't wait. I can do gallops and taps and high skips already.

Can't be bothered ...

No point playing catch-up. I'll just start again from here. So, yet more lokel-yokel stuff this weekend ... Church Fete on Saturday (we cleared 4 coconuts, we are clearly not shy) followed by Burton Constable Summer Fair on Sunday where the MammaLou tried our archery and hit the middle-bit with only her third arrow and Dad got excited about the polo display and promptly signed-up for his first lesson. Lil'Bro is in a 'don't want to' phase, which is his token response to everything; the only thing I don't ever want to do is go to bed and I'm currently working the 'I'm missing my Granny' line at about 10pm every night to try to get another 30 min or so. Parents have figured it out tho -- I'll have to think of something new! Getting the hang of The Hound now -- he likes running, I like running ... I've decided to assign him to be my training partner ... 2028 200m gold has already got my name all over it. How do I know? Well I won the nursery 'water waddle' last Friday and raised £120 for my school. That's a lot of waddling!

It's been a while

Gimme a break people -- I have moved house, started a new school, grown a lot and had to deal with The Brother, The Mother and all manner of things. But I'm making time for you again. Here's a few jokes to keep you going while I update. EVERYTHING!

A refugee by the sea

I've been abandoned to my Grandparents for practically the entire Summer holidays. Which is ok really because they live by the seaside and I get to eat junk -- A LOT. Seems every time they phone me I've got quavers on the go (and I'm not talking musically.) Still ...

No chance ...

... that's what I said to MammaLou this morning when she asked me to put my trains away.

Little Miss Naughty

Got told off by the teachers for the first time today -- because I didn't want to stand in line. MammaLou found it very had to tell me off because she was secretly pleased that I won't just be a desultory British Bystander! Have taken to refusing to brush my teeth and being obsessive about the rubbish being taken out and screaming when there are 'MARKS' on me (sock imprints).

Oh -- I also like getting up at 5am and yelling 'CAKE, I WANT CAKE' down the corridor. And I've found me a wee hidey spot where I like to drag the 'treat tin' and gobble up all the chocolates till MammLou finds me after a suspicious length of silence.

Like a big girl

I want to drive a car like a big girl. I am growing bigger every day. I am a big-up girl. I don't want eyebrows tho' because they fly away in the wind.

You say potato ...

Mummy and Daddy say the same words in different ways. Apparently this is called a 'dialect' which is something to do with being born in different parts of the country. So I have figured out that Daddy likes me to say graaaaarrrrs, and Mummy prefers a shorter grAss. Whatever. Its something they get all fussy and bickery about. So, when they tried to get me to answer if I wanted my bedtime water in a glaaaaarrrrrs or a glAss I didn't rise to it ... 'a yellow cup please' stopped their silly sausaging.

I've also found when MammaLou asks me what I'm doing (and I know it's something she probably would put a stop to) then if I say what I am doing really quickly then top it all off with an 'OK ... good, OK then' .. she is too busy laughing to stop me ...

Have also taken to grabbing the camera and taking shots of the world from my perspective ... here's one I took earlier of the big folks.

That's a really great idea ...

or that's what I like to tell MammLou all the time now to encourage her ... along with "You can do it Mum" and a golf-clap. My imagination has gone into overdrive this week ... I've taken a total dislike to a purple toy I got from the London Aquarium (fits of hysterical tears), I keep yelling in the street that "...people are following me", and today I decided to pour water all over my bed and when asked why explained, "I'm trying to grow a sunflower of course."

Of course -- come on people, keep up.

Here's me licking the spoon for the mental coffee cake MammaLou attempted to bake for Father's Day. It was all going so well until she got the butter/icing sugar ratio wrong. Still, tastes good to me!

Pint-sized but never outsized!

A lot of people of late have commented on how little I am. Tis true, I am petite. But mighty! Talking of size ... I told MammaLou I wanted a 'medium-sized hug please' t'other day ... which is arms around and a squeeze but not a squeeeeeeeeze ...

Today's culinary masterpiece ...

Choc-chip muffins ... just told Daddy "no songs please" as I don't like his singing. I have also started to say 'excuse me please' when people are not listening to me or when The Parents are being dull. My imagination has gone into overdrive this week -- I was a bit freaked out by the dragons in the conservatory -- until MammaLou told me they were just her belts. And I am completely convinced that there is a man living in our bush in the garden ... and that Po sleeps under one of our houseplants. Here I am loving my purple, shiny nails ... MamaLou says we will paint our nails girly-style every week as long as I stop biting them. Apparently, lovely hands are the sign of a lady ...

Pickle or Pockle

MammaLou calls me and LilBro 'Pickle and Pockle' ... and assigns the nicknames chronologically. But I am now insisting that I am Pockle, Atty is Pickle, Mummy is a 'Big Bossy Boiler' and Daddy is ... well, he's Daddy. My mind is a whirling dervish ...

The pox is over ... I got to 129 spots in total (MammaLou was anal enough to count them one time she was applying the calamine) ... there doesn't appear to be any lasting damage.

Oh just realised ... that's why I now consider myself to be 'Pockle' ...

Go away chicky-pots

Well, it's been a tough couple of days -- Daddy didn't really sleep on Friday night seeing to me and now MammaLou has been up sine 3.30 dealing with LilBro who has the early-cough symptom of the pox ... were predicting the outbreak on Tuesday! So we're stuck inside chanting 'go away chicky-pots' and 'doing dot-dots' with calamine lotion. At least I have a legitimate excuse to stay in jammies all day, watch tv and eat choccy (MammaLou has an 'anything you want that gets us through' rule concerning poorly pickles).

Keep on dotting ...

Like a big girl

I CAN'T do it (followed by dramatically throwing myself to the floor) has been replaced by me saying "I can do it!" Mummy is v pleased with my positive frame of mind as it speaks to her favourite quote -- whether you think you can. or think you can't -- you're right. Now if she could remember who to credit that to rather than having a swiss-cheese for brains that would be dandy.

I also am following this up frequently with the observation "...like a big girl..."

MammaLou isn't sure why I am so keen to do things for myself so soon ... but I am fiercely independent -- my third best-phrase right now is "DON'T WORRY, I can sort it out". Mammalou says if I had been in charge of the banks then the worlds would be a better place ... UN here I come.

POX UPDATE -- approximately 40 spots - "DOTS" -- and counting (but not scratching).

LURGY ALERTY

I've got chickenpox. I am covered from head to toe in spots -- even in my eyelids. They started appearing yesterday afternoon and now they're EVERYWHERE. No photos until I am fit ...

Marvellous Maxxy P

My best friend Maxwell came over for a playdate ... we had a chocolate muffin AND chocolate milkshake ... and then went mental running around the place. He's lovely. He's going to have a new baby brother/sister soon ... I've been telling him all about the responsibilities that being an older sibling entails (although I keep climbing into my brother's cot at the moment and when asked what I'm doing I tell The Parents I'm 'playing at baby'). I've got a baby in my TummyHouse too and it's called Clemmie. Dad looked a little alarmed when I told him that ... but sometimes I'm also TinkyWinky and today I insisted on dressing up as a buzzybee ... so he shouldn't worry about my active imagination!

Playing at shops

I am really into playing shopkeeper -- and my shop is in Mummy's reading room. I fetch things and say 'there you go' and then the customers have to 'go and get on the bus' and go home. Daddy got a little bit overexcited today and bought me a proper cash register which even has a microphone on which he keeps saying "Spillage in aisle 9" ... he thinks it's very funny and apparently it reminds him of a Summer job he had in Sainsbury's when he kept getting into trouble with my Godfather Chris for messing about and their boss would squeak "What do I have to motivate you?" (he says he just couldn't be thrilled about stacking bog roll). I'm glad he likes me new toy.

Things got a bit hairy around here this week when I made Mummy cross by constantly throwing my trainset on the floor then telling Mummy she had to pick it all up. The naughty spot didn't work -- I had my building blocks confiscated for the day. Doesn't MammaLou know I'm practicing for my toddler exam ... we're SUPPOSED to kick-off you know.

Cheese please

I am having a strange phase of ONLY eating cheese sandwiches -- for breakfast, lunch and supper. And they absolutely must be cut into triangles. Here's me with my Lil'Bro] ... he's eyeing up the last trialngle -- NO CHANCE! I've also figured out how to emphasize -- so the trampoline is 'my favourite toy' but i LOVE bubbles!

Lovely Auntie Lizzie is in town

... and she's got a baby in her tummy house! Hurrah, a cousin for me. Plus she bought me a book ... smashing ... here I am reading it.