We went to the Ben & Jerry’s Sundae festival today on Clapham Common – free Ice Cream! I played with George a lot, in the kid’s play area and jumping on various Dads, and put my hands over my ears when the bands came on (I don’t think I was the only one either)
I was pretty tired by the end – I obviously fell asleep on the way home, then into bed without a bath for once. Then, later, I fell out of bed – and didn’t even wake up!
We got me a new Micro Scooter today, the lady in the shop said she’d had another customer recently whose son’s scooter had been stolen in snooty Blakers Park, which kind of made us feel better about our local park The Level. I got my old one in October last year, and I covered many many miles on it, fell off it about a hundred times, learned to stop – initially by dragging my foot and then later by dropping onto one knee and dragging my whole leg for the cool effect, but never by using the brake.. I hope it holds together for the little boy whose parent or sibling stole it for him.
I went to a Pirate Party with George and Oliver and their cousin Alex today, in Westdene Park. I even took off my Planes shirt to put on a stripy pirate shirt, but then again George was in full pirate regalia – trousers, shirt, jacket, hat, belt, hook and eyepatch.. we had a good time, me and George had our usual fun including a who-has-the-loudest-and-craziest-laugh competition while queuing at the ice-cream van..
My scooter was stolen today from the playground at The Level, our local park. I was upset, but mollified by the promise of a new one.
Me: (Spying a train crossing the viaduct) – “Train!”
Dad: (Driving) Good spot!
Me: Not spot. A boy!!
What is birding? I can watch birds fly in the sky from the comfort of out trampoline (which I call something that sounds a lot like “gasoline”), I don’t see why I should have to go to Spain. Plus, most Spanish birds are kites, and kites aren’t even birds!
After we pick up Daisy from school, we play on the pirate ship in the school grounds. I like to run around and throw things with the boys, but I usually have to escape from a gaggle of Daisy’s friends chasing me. Ugh! I think they want to give me a makeover, like I am a ugly man doll called Stinky Pete..
I love our cat Millie: Daisy takes no notice of her whatsoever, and Mum and Dad complain about her constant whining for food and habit of injudicious claw-extension when she does make it onto a lap.
I stick up for her though – when she’s meowing I’ll pipe up “Cat Food?” and point to the cat-food cupboard: this increases here chances of getting fed hugely, I find. I then help find her bowl, help squeeze the cat-food into it (well, help might not be quite the right word here) and then put it down for her, saying “Here y’are”.
Obviously she’s doing something right – the only mousie in our house is of course Stuart Little (1 is now so damaged that the DVD says “This type of disk can’t be played in this player” when you put it in, 2 tends to crash at the football game at the start or 2/3rds of the way through, and 3 requires some serious polishing before it will play and has some bad glitches).
Recently, we’ve had a neighbourhood cat – a testicled black tom – march into the garden and indeed through the cat flap into the house. This causes me and Daisy serious palpitations and scaredness, as we can just tell this is not Maisy’s Little Black Cat..
Today, I was in the garden bouncing on our little trampoline and throwing my football in and out of it (my current absolute favourite game, taking over from “Ball kick in the sky”) when the black cat came in. Fortunately, Dad was in the garden and could rescue me and shut the back door before it could savage me or Daisy. Then he petted it for a while, as he seems to get on with it OK, then spotted Millie sitting quietly ignoring the proceedings. Well, she obviously only needed help getting up because as soon as he popped her onto the garden she chased the evil feline over the wall with a bloodcurdling yowl.
“Mille did it! Millie did it!” – I was so proud of her..
I say this a lot: it means “I’d like to do this, please”. If not me, I like to choose who does – “Daddy do it”, Mummy do it”, “Deedee do it”..
I’m allowed to use our MacBook on my own now, given a seed video on YouTube like Barbie Cars I select followups from the Related Videos section.