My favourite kids1 TV shows are all on Nick Jr, unsurprisingly (as Power Rangers (which is on the Jetix channel) is still banned)
Educational:
Drama:
Comedy:
1 My favourite TV show is of course Der Who..
I have a lilly, Daddy has a lilly, but Daisy and Mum don’t (I’ve checked repeatedly, it’s not as if they’re hiding them)
I’m a big fan of the fair now: as it’s 99p Thursday we’ll be down later. We won’t be able to go on the bumper cars, though, as Mum will be at work and you can’t have three in a car – I went with Dad when we were at the fair last Saturday and insisted on doing the steering – for some reason he wouldn’t let me drive straight into the surrounding wall but kept on saying Turn! Turn! Turn! Stop Turning! We bumped Daisy and Mum pretty good a few times, though.
Using the washing machine door as a ladder, I can climb onto the kitchen counter in the corner now. I could probably do it anyway using the steps, but they make quite a noise when dragged across the floor so I would probably be detected: this way I can silently get unrestricted access to the fruit bowl, the biscuit tin and the lunchbox snack tin!
I can’t get down, though. Well, not without dropping myself off..
We went to the Aquarium in Barcelona while we were there: I didn’t get to see much in the way of fish, though, as I was too busy arsing around. They have a play section up near the cafeteria with a space rocket (well, they call it a submarine) and things to do and slide on and bang and clash, and I stayed up there mostly while Daisy went round the aquarium with Mum and then Dad, seeing sharks and the likes: when they tried to get me to go round, I wouldn’t stay behind the ropes, I banged on the fishtanks, I wouldn’t “come on” when asked, generally I was a pain. Maybe next time.
My Grandma likes to tell a story of when my Dad was a little boy, around my age. She had the builders in to put in a newfangled downstairs toilet (this would be 1967 or so) and they threw the old one out in the garden: out marched Dad clutching his potty and threw it next to the old toilet.
I’m not wearing nappies any more except at night time, and even then I’m staying ‘dry’ – my current Lightning McQueen nappies have a marker on the front which says when they’re wet, alternating between cups and cars: when they get wet, the markers disappear, but on mine they’re still there in the morning. I don’t really use my potty anymore now I can climb on and off our toilet.
I’m not saying I don’t have the odd accident, but my bladder control is pretty good and I’m identifying the signs of an impending wee or poo pretty successfully.
The cat brought a dead bird in the house this morning, we had to get Dad out of bed to come and deal with it. Later, on our long convoluted walk to the fair, we went to Pavilion Gardens where they have lots of full-size elephants: almost topiary, except made from plastic leaves. I had a lot of fun chasing other children around and being chased, while Daisy did some colouring-in.
I love motorbikes (aka ‘dooterbikes’ of course) but today was Bike Day in Brighton, and they were chugging out of town when we were biking back from Preston Park (I was given the choice of going on Daisy’s old pink bike or the push-along bike, and chose the latter). Some of the bikes were very noisy and I had my hands clamped over my ears for half the way home (so it was just as well I was on the push-along bike as I wasn’t holding the handlebars!).
It reminded me of our apartment in Barcelona on holiday, which was smack opposite the Barcelona Hells Angels Clubhouse. (I did wonder why the front door was ten feet tall and covered in metal and I couldn’t even move it however hard I pushed, why the interior door had nine bolts, and all the windows were floor-to-ceiling and had metal blinds which went up and down at the push of a button. Oh, those blinds went up and down and up and down and up and down..)
This was the view from our window:
When exhorted to be careful by Mum and Dad (when climbing on something, say), I used to say “I AM Careful!” – recently, though, I’ve taken to replying “NOT Careful”. I mean “I’m not going to fall” of course, care-fall rather than care-full..
I start Playschool today, at the same place Daisy went. I’ve got my Planes t-shirt on and it isn’t raining, so the omens are good.