Hallo, everyone. This is Faris. I have taken over Nanni’s blog for today as I think she deserves a rest. Well it can’t be too difficult, can it?
What do you think of the photograph I have chosen to illustrate this, my first ever blog? It’s the photograph in my passport and Nanni says it is much, much better than hers. I wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings,
but I have to say that this is very true. I understand that I need a passport for when we go to a place called Abroad. We haven’t been to Abroad yet but I am sure I shall like it. Apparently it is warmer than Worthing.
Worthing is where we are off to today, my Very Merry Mummy and I. It’s where Nanni and Grandad live and it is by the seaside. I knew where we were going as soon as my VMM started talking
about the “fresh sea air” and walks along something called “the prom, prom, prom.” She also started packing up some of my toys and books for Nanni. I don’t know why because you would have thought that at her age Nanni would have
her own toys and books at her house. I’ve only been born just over ten weeks and I have lots of both. Possibly Nanni just doesn’t look after her possessions very well.
My Very Merry Mummy’s favourite book is called “My Baby: Week by Week.” It tells her what I should be doing and by when. So far I have managed to meet all expectations so she feels perfectly justified in calling me
“Perfect Baby.” The only bit in the book I am not sure about is where it says how many wet and how many dirty nappies I should be getting through every day. I think this is a bit too personal, if you ask me, but my Very Merry Mummy seems
to find it both useful and reassuring in equal measure.
My first, really important achievement was learning to smile. I had been practising for ages, you have
no idea how many muscles it takes to smile. It really, really annoyed me when people gazed down at me in my Moses basket and commented, in that annoyingly knowing voice some grown-ups have: “Wind!” Wind, indeed. That was me, practising.
Then when I did manage a full-blown smiler, guess what my Very Merry Mummy did? She cried. Buckets. I don’t think I shall ever understand Women.
obviously a long time ago, when I was young. I have grown up a lot since then and now get to wear big boy’s trousers and something called dungarees. My Very Merry Mummy takes photos of me almost every morning and sends them off to people in Our
Family so that they can see how quickly I am growing. I probably don’t change much from day to day but, if you saw me when I was young (about five or six weeks ago) then you would surely see the difference.
When I get to Nanni and Grandad’s house, I will be able to lie on my green blanket with the floppy-eared dog on it. This is good because I will be able to practise my judo moves. My Ever Devoted Daddy (EDD) says
that one day I could be a judo champion. It doesn’t say anything about judo in “My Baby: Week by Week” but then the book only goes up as far as six months and I imagine you probably have to be nine – maybe even ten - months
to become a judo champion...
Well, we are nearly at Nanni’s now. We have had a bit of a nightmare journey because the M25 turned into a car park. I
don't know how that could have happened but then I am not absolutely sure what the M25 is. I am just letting my Very Merry Mummy get on with the driving so that I will be as fresh as a daisy when we arrive in Worthing. (Incidentally, on the way home, my Very
Merry Mummy will dress me in my sleepsuit and something called a grow-bag. Anyone would think I am a tomato plant. Or a runner bean.)
So, this is me, Faris Juba,
signing off. Hopefully I can blog again another day to give Nanni a bit of a break. I hope your life is as full of fun as mine is.
Lots of very best love
(aka Perfect Baby)