While scootering up to get Daisy from school, I took a tumble and landed on my nose and Got Blud. Lots of blood, it wouldn’t stop bleeding all the way up to get Daisy and all the way home. And guess what – when we got to school Daisy wanted to (and did) go rond to Ruby’s so we didn’t even have to go.
While I was bleeding on my Spiderman t-shirt and the road and Being Brave, some students went past: one of them had a balloon and they gave it to me. Wasn’t that kind!
Eventually I realised today was my birthday (or burfday, as I would say) – I went out with Mum this morning, came back for lunch with a Spiderman action figure and car: Daisy came back from school while I was figuring out how to play Spiderman II on our Wii (in GameCube mode): she had her best friend Ruby with her, and I opened my presents, having been repeatedly prised from the bedroom where they had been kept.
I’ve got a bike! I can’t wait to ride it, and a basketball hoop which we’ve put up on my bedroom wall. I insisted I wanted it high up, then proceeded to drag a stool across so I could slamdunk into it. I got oodles of spondulies as well, not sure what to spend those on (although a giant talking Lightning McQueen seems the likeliest, but of course now I’ve hit the magic 36 months I can have any toy I want on the grounds I won’t choke on the small pieces)
We then set off for Funplex where we met up with Ben and Emily. We all had a great time (I particularly like the softball cannons they have) and then retired back here for sausages and chips, my favourite meal, and a Dalek Cake mum made for me, and then bed. Zzzzzzz…
As English contains a great deal of redundant information (ie context) it doesn’t really matter that I get my consonants mixed up – “I’ll go for bath in a mimmit”, “I fell on my dottom”, and tonight – while retreating from the fine-toothed comb – “I haven’t got mitts!”
We saw Mylo, Elsie and Ella at the weekend – though I didn’t get to hold any of the babies, I took time out from playing with Mylo to teach Elsie how to play the harmonica. I don’t think she really got the hang of it, though.
Daisy took the opportunity to get as many people as she could to play games on Club Penguin for her (akin to ‘grinding‘) as even though Mum’s practically adicted to Card-Jitsu and Dad will play Ice Fishing on demand, she has an insatiable need for coins to buy puffles and outlandish dresses.
On our way back yesterday it started snowing, and by today the full white carpet had been rolled out. We went down to The Level to do our usual snowmanning and snowball-fighting, and ended up sliding down the skateboard ramps on our bums. Well, me and Daisy, anyway.
We never really did make a snowman – we started a few, but got distracted, so our carrot stayed in Mum’s pocket. Some people had made an igloo, others an ice chair, but most of them were just throwing snowballs.