This Birthday Business - by Faris, aged One
Today I am a whole One Year Old! What an eventful year it has been...
This is Faris, by the way. I have taken time off from ripping the paper off strange-shaped packets and
trying to chew it into soggy balls before Mummy catches on to what I am doing, to write the Daily Blog. On such a Momentous Occasion, it is the least I can do and, let’s face it, writing about my first year would doubtless make Nanni cry and that will
I gather that is what you do, on your birthday – you look back on the past and remember everything that has happened to you along the way. Grandad was 70 a couple of months ago, I don’t know
how he managed to find the time to look back over so many years. One year of remembrances is plenty enough for me.
When I was first born, I didn’t know too many tricks. Not like nowadays. Nowadays
I try to produce a new trick every day. As a littl’un, before I grew up, I did have one very good trick, which always produced a favourable reaction - I used to lie with my arms and legs all stretched out straight, just like a soldier. “Our
Little Soldier!” Mummy and Nanni would cry. It was worth it just to give them a bit of pleasure. Nanni knitted me a soldier, one like those who march up and down outside Buckingham Palace. I haven’t ever been to Buckingham Palace
myself but my Daddy drives past it in his black cab lots of times. I expect the Queen gives him a wave when she sees him. It’s only polite, don’t you think? I keep my soldier in my cot, he lies there with his arms and legs all straight, just
like I used to when I was young.
When I was small, I spent a lot of my time in the jungle. Not the real jungle, don’t be silly, it was a play mat with animals hanging from jungle trees above
my head. This was in the Olden Days when I could only lie on my back but, despite this limitation, a proper little explorer I was. In no time at all I could swipe at my favourite toy, Monkey, Monkey, with one or both of my arms and bring him tumbling down.
Considering what a bad time I gave him, I’m really pleased to see that a sugar craft version of my dear old pal had pride of place on my birthday cake today, along with a candle in the shape of a “1”, presumably just in case Mummy forgot
how old I am today.
Nanni has made me a birthday banner. She makes them for all her grandchildren when it is their birthday. Mine says: “FARIS IS ONE.” I like that –
it’s clear and easy to understand. You can’t argue with a banner like that - though I have to admit I was so excited with it, that I ripped one of the “S” letters right in half. Daddy had to stick it together again. Now the banner’s
pinned up high above the window where even I can’t reach it.
By the way, Nanni recycles all the letters from other birthday banners. You may think this is because she is too lazy to make a new one for every
birthday but she says she likes to think that everybody’s birthday banners include letters from everyone else’s banners.. She didn’t have to make a single new letter for my banner, every single letter was second-hand – I mean,
Now, here’s the Big News. On Saturday I am having a Party. It is going to be the Best Party Ever. Mummy said so, therefore that must be
right. Lots and lots of people are coming, including my best friends Oliver and Harrison and my fabulous cousins. Mummy says it is going to be something called Organised Chaos. I am not sure what this means – it could be a present, or a party game,
or even some kind of food? Whatever it is, I am sure I will love it. I surely am the luckiest boy in the whole, wide world.
Obviously because this is the first birthday I have ever had, I am still learning
the ropes. By the time I am two, I will be super proficient at the Birthday Business, just you wait and see. In the meantime, I am just going to enjoy every single minute of the Organised Chaos.
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