So, I woke up, got out of bed and did my marching-crawl up the stairs to Mum’s bedroom – but she wasn’t there! Waaah! Dad (who is always downstairs awake, except in the morning) detected my plight and rescued me in time to stitch my heart back together.
Edit: Mum was out, but I didn’t realise until I’d done exactly the same a few more times..
If you’re going to block my sister, you have to block me too – it’s only fair.
Mum and Daisy went shopping today, Dad took me to The Level and for the first time I was allowed to scooter there on my own. I wasn’t all that keen on stopping at the crossings but I stayed on the pavements and it went well: when we got there we scootered round for a while, until I wanted to go out on the road and Dad wouldn’t let me, so I slumped to the floor to have a paddy only to realise I was on a slope so I went into a great big roll all around, bits of leaf and twig and dirt all over and in my hair.
So I had to have my hair washed tonight, Daisy did too and when she was having hers blow-dried I ran and joined in. Kind of fun that whole hairdryer thing, though I’m not sure if I’d like it if Dad dried my tears with it.
There’s a children’s program called Dora The Explorer which we like – it’s one of the programs which asks the children watching to join in by saying words to help the plot along. One of my earliest words was “backpack“, and they use a lot of Spanish words. Vamonos!
Now, though, I’m picking up words like a leaf sucker, and I do a perfect imitation of Swiper‘s frustrated moan (if Dora gets us to say “Swiper! No Swiping” in time). Oh, maaaan!
We had a dressing-up party today, just me and Daisy: at one point I was wearing my spiderman costume and her plastic pink high heels, that prompted some frenzied camera-battery searching I can tell you.
Daisy’s friend Ben’s little sister Ellie was round the other day, and she persuaded me to put on one of Daisy’s bead necklaces: take me to the beach and give me a board, dude. (I stand at the window and point to their house saying Eli! Eli!)
This morning we went to another neighbours, I played with Thomas who has handed me down lots of stuff – the parka I’m wearing in this photo was his (zoom in and you can see the nametag – Pee and Emm don’t seem to be in a hurry to take it out, disturbingly) and recently a fantastic workbench set with working hammer and pliers and a drill and lots of screws and bolts (which I am distributing carefully around the house) – Thomas is as old as Daisy and has his own room now and he has a super-cool real train set and toy soldiers (which his Dad is going to paint for him, with tubes of glue and nostalgia).
I’ve discovered my fists, inspired maybe by British boxing’s current flourishing, but much to everyone else’s discomfort and pain. I bashed mum in one eye so hard she couldn’t see out of it for a while: I got banished for that with a warm bottom. If there’s something I want from someone and they won’t give it to me I’ll just lash out at them as my first tactic, it works with Daisy because if I connect she will probably Create and go and find some sympathy, Mum it works if I get good connection: Dad isn’t too impressed with my ‘puny’ efforts, I’ll have to lead with my head with him, he’ll take notice of that.
My baby is an old one of Daisy’s, dressed in a blue baby-suit which is a bit too big for him/her.
The best thing about talking is being able to ask for food and drink by name – “djink! djooc! apl! nana! toas!”*
* And that’s just breakfast..
We’ve uploaded a new album of Halloween and other Autumnal fun.
Dad has a pal at work who has a son a month or so older than me, let’s call him AA, who has decided that the best way of getting your own way over someone is to pull their hair -while I obviously don’t approve, I completely understand that when you’re only a foot or so tall you do what you have to do, and I have pushed a few babies over in my time.
Anyway, AA was in the playground and a hair-tugging incident occurred: cue an enraged mother rushing over shouting “That was the most brutal assault I have ever seen in my life”!