Hallo there, Peeps! It’s Faris here, helping Nanni out by writing another guest blog for her. Nanni has been busy with her Great War Project so, to be honest, if she had written her own blog today it would probably
have been really, really depressing.
Fortunately I am on holiday, with The Parents, so I can guarantee that my guest blog will be sunshine all the way. Have you
ever been On Holiday? I am not sure if everyone goes On Holiday or whether we are just the lucky ones. We are in a place called Cyprus. Sometimes It is called Paphos. Or sometimes just Abroad. I can’t understand why it has three names. It’s extremely
Before we set off On Holiday, Mummy had to pack two enormous suitcases. One whole suitcase was full up with things for me, like nappies and formula
milk. I thought that there might be shops when we arrived at Abroad but Mummy said better safe than sorry and Mummy knows best. She also packed my very own UV tent so that I can play and sleep and generally have a wriggle about without worrying about being
visited by someone called Sunburn. I don’t know who Sunburn is but he doesn’t sound like the kind of playmate I like, not at all like Oliver or Jemima and the rest of the Gang.
We travelled to Abroad on an Aeroplane Bird. An aeroplane is a massive, positively ginormous bird. I know a lot about birds, considering how young I am, because my Nanni has knitted me lots of different feathered friends for
my nursery. I wonder what she would do if I asked her to knit me an Aeroplane Bird. I think she might flip. Which would be interesting. All the air hostesses loved me. There was quite a competition as to who could give me the most cuddles. Apparently
some babies cry when they travel on Aeroplane Birds but not me! It was all much, much too interesting.
Now we are in a hotel, right by the sea. Mummy says it is
idyllic. I don’t know what that means, but I guess it’s a good thing. We do lots of swimming, both in the sea and the swimming pool. I wear my swim stuff, and my goggles and the muslin tied over my head like a pirate. Though I say it
myself, I look pretty cool – but don’t take my word for it, see the photo I have posted. Cool or what?!
The sea is always waving. I don’t
mind it when it gives little waves but I’m not too keen on the big waves. I am a bit confused, to be honest, because I thought waves were something people gave you when they were saying “goodbye”. But every time we go down to the sea, well
it’s still there, still waving!
The other day was really exciting because I got to sit in a high chair for the first time. It’s so much easier to get
into mischief when you are sitting in a high chair. Everything is within reach – so many things to grab and pull and chew on. Mummy calls me "Grabber" and says I am a “rascal”. She is very careful how she takes things out of my mouth now
because I have a tooth. It’s lethal! Even Daddy winced when I tried it out on him and everyone knows how strong he is. (Incidentally, having lots of time with Daddy is one of the really good things about being at Abroad. Usually he as to be at a place
called Work, which doesn’t sound nearly as much fun as being At Abroad with me.)
You remember in my last guest blog I told you about being weaninged? Well,
it’s started. It’s not too bad, really, Mummy keeps letting me taste things off her finger – banana, avocado, you know the kind of stuff. It’s quite brave of her to do that really, now that I have A Tooth. When we get home I will have
a brand new high chair of my own. Mummy has ordered it from The Amazon, which I believe is some kind of jungle, a bit like my Rainforest playmat. It’s been delivered to Nanni and Grandad’s house which is fine by me because it means we will be going
to visit them as soon as we get home.
Hey, let’s have no talk about going home yet. Lots of days still to come. Days of sunshine, swimming and story-telling.
Up until this year when The Parents went on holiday it was just the two of them. Now We Are Three.
Though I say it myself, as shouldn’t, Family Holidays must
be much, much more fun with me along.