My Nanni says that there are some babies who never touch anything they come across on shelves or window-sills or occasional tables. Obviously I am not one of them. This is Faris by the way, have you missed
my blogs? Nanni was quite exhausted what with crawling after me all the time and picking up all the CDs I had thrown about the floor, so I offered to take over the Daily Blog again, just for today.
A great deal has happened to me since I last wrote a Daily Blog. I had my hair cut for a start. Daddy took me to this hairdressers where I sat in a red racing car while the hairdresser snipped away making comments all
the time about my curls. I’m used to this kind of attention, Nanni calls people like this my “adoring public.” I guess lots of babies have adoring publics, probably the same babies who go about pulling things off shelves and window-sills
and occasional tables.
What is an occasional table, by the way? Is it a table you only use on occasions? If so, I may need one because in about three week time I will be throwing a party.
Nanni says people shouldn’t advertise on social media that they are having a party in case of gate-crashers. Why anyone would want to crash through my stair-gate I don’t know – anyway the stair gate is at the top of the stairs and my
soft play party will be downstairs. None of this makes sense to me, it is probably another Nanni-ism.
Anyway, back to my hair cut. The whole red racing car thing
was a bit of a swizz. There was no way I could get that car to move so much as a centimetre. They must have thought I was a right baby, falling for that one but, as I said, I am over eleven months old now and that’s almost grown-up. Still
they gave me a certificate with my photo on it to prove I had had a hair cut. I’m not sure what you do with certificates but my cousin Eleanor, who used to have hair every bit as curly as mine, has a whole scrap book full of all kinds of certificates
so next time I see her (which hopefully will be at my birthday party) I will check this out with her.
The other exciting thing that has happened to me is that
I have started nursery school. I have immediately set about making my mark on the place. Nobody, but nobody, makes more mess than I do even Sebastian who is much older than I am though you wouldn’t guess it, based on the ratio of mess to months
lived. It is possible I may be a mathematical genius when I grow up. Either that or a demolition expert.
For a few mornings when Mummy took me to nursery, I
tried out the old Tantrum Test to see if it would make any difference to whether she would stay or go. The Tantrum Test involved yelling until my face went really, really red and then throwing my arms and legs about. It really wasn’t fair on Mummy
and I don’t mind admitting that I felt so ashamed of myself that last week I gave up the Tantrum Test altogether and made my poor Mummy a Valentine’s card to say “sorry.” When she saw it, she cried even harder than she did when I had
my tantrums. I don’t think I will ever understand women.
Nanni has already made my Birthday Banner. I’m not supposed to know this, it is intended as
a surprise but I caught Mummy tucking it into her bag just before we left for home this morning. Nanni and I were reading my latest “Lift the Flap” book, while Mummy was busy packing. If you haven’t ever read a “Lift the Flap”
book well, you need to go out and buy yourself one straightaway. In my new book, there are animals hidden under each flap. At least, there used to be animals hidden under every flap but I have managed to pull two of them off which is pretty good
going as we have only read the book twice. Nanni found some sticky tape in a drawer and stuck them back in but the butterfly, in particular, looks a bit weird. I think she may have stuck its wing on back to front. I’m not going to be the one to
tell her, though. Incidentally, Nanni reads lots of books but none of hers have flaps. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.
Actually I do know what
Me! Who else?