Press A To Jump

George posted about our weekend too – I completely forgot we went the Bluebell Railway on Sunday! I was catastrophically tired when we went, maybe that’s why. We just got platform tickets and didn’t go on the trains. All us kids got Thomas flags though!

We had a busy weekend: on Saturday we went camping with George and Oliver. It’s such fun to have a real baby to play with and cuddle, although he’s much more contrary than toy babies, capriciously refusing his milk when I tried to feed him and falling over when I cuddled him. Me and George had our usual mini-riot of scootering around, having falling over competitions, jumping in – and on – the tents, throwing balls around, but what we liked to do most was play in the cars! So much so that we had to be banned from them in the end. In out, swop seats, in the back, in the front, out, in, accidentally beep the horn.. great fun.

Then on Saturday we went up to see Harry & Carolyn & Millie, unsurprisingly me and Daisy slept the whole way. I was extremely wary of the puppy there, it may well be a baby doggie but it still had lots of teeth. Millie had some friends round and they all spent most of the evening on the big trampoline, but I didn’t go on it, and instead lay on my tummy on the swing and pushed myself backwards and forwards, with occasional spinning for variation.

This morning, though, I decided to give it a go on the trampoline and then of course I wouldn’t get off!

Had a great time playing with George at the playground on Friday – running round together, screaming and shouting, chasing, having falling-over competitions, going down the big slides, more running around – great fun. We did Bundle Oliver at one point which made him cry, but that was just youthful exuberance, honest.

When it started to rain we dived off to the cafe for juice ‘n’ crisps (my favourite drink and my favourite food! woohoo!) and we left our bucket and spade in the sandpit. Which begs the question – what happens to all the buckets and spades that are left? Because there are never very many there when you get there, maybe one or two. People must take them home, I suppose – why can’t they just leave them for us to play with? Mum thinks there should be a big bucket ‘n’ spade box, which I think is a great idea.

I love Doctor Who, but I’m often too tired and frazzled on Saturday night to watch it properly. We watched the last of the series 2 episodes on tv-on-demand this morning, Daleks and Cybermen and Bears, Oh My.

Our cordless phone’s batteries have self-terminated, so we have our old corded phone plugged in. I can phone people at random as there’s no ‘dial’ button, hehe.

I’ve added pages – links in my sidebar on my blog page, that’s the real actual page for you RSS addicts, with links to all of our picture slideshows, including three never-before-seen new ones.

I will copy whatever Daisy says or does: even when she chants “Girls Win, Boys In The Bin” I manfully try to echo it, or echolaliate it if you prefer.

I had a cracking nosebleed today: not the ones I used to get when I slipped, tripped or skipped and fell flat on my face (*) and it bled for a while, a proper nosebleed. It took ages to get all the crusty blood out of my nose at bathtime, that was probably the worst bit.

(*) Which is why babies have no nose bone..

My preference for transport-related tshirts has escalated: now I refuse to wear any other, not pirates or spiders or even spiderman, I spend ten or fifteen minutes tugging the offending garment upwards and saying “Off? Off?” until I give up.

Insisted on wearing pants today, too.

I used to wave at cars, but they never waved back. I still wave at motorbikes – fast sleek racers ridden by fast sleek youngsters, and fat hogs ridden by, well, older people. Neither ever waves back. The only people who ever wave back are firemen, salt of the earth they are. Salt of the earth.