Yesterday was my Nursery School Fete. I invited Nanni and Grandad along, plus my cousins, Katie and Eleanor. With Mummy, we made a Merry Crowd.
It was good to be able
to show Grandad and my cousins around because they haven't been to my Nursery before. We started in Baby One, which is where I have been up until now. I am, however, being promoted to Baby Two now, on account of my "independence"! For some reason, that makes
My cousin Morgan, who is ten months older than I am, goes to a nursery called Sweet Pea. All the classes are named after different kinds of peas, like Green Peas, Spring Peas, and so on. I wouldn't
mind being in the Garden Peas group. I do think Baby One and Baby Two is a bit unimaginative especially as I am not sure I can be classed as a baby anymore though Mummy seems to want me to stay one for a bit longer. Maybe, if I can demonstrate lots of independence
I will be promoted to Toddler One. All I need to do is to find out what "independence" is. It can't be that difficult, can it?
I have been in a bit of trouble at nursery. I honestly don't think it was my fault
but see what you think. I may have mentioned before that I do like to choose a Daily Favourite Toy to carry around with me. Occasionally, when I become so attached to whatever it is that I won't let go at home time, Mummy negotiates with the nursery staff
to allow me to take it home so long as I return it the next day. Good old Mummy, she is The Best! Anyway, the other day my chosen favourite was a toy truck. Everything was fine till this other boy tried to take it away from me. Somehow or other, in the struggle
which followed, he ended up with a bump on the head and I ended up on the Naughty Chair.
All was forgiven when we turned up at the fete. There was a Bouncy Castle and face painting, plus lots of games like
Guess the Number of Peas in a Jar, Name the Teddy Bear and Lucky Dip. It was all in aid of charity so we dug deep into our pockets. Or at least the grown-ups did, I just went careering around from room to room with my cousins chasing after me. It was such
a good game.
In one room there was a game which involved trying to knock down a tower of cardboard tubes. You had three balls which you had to throw at the tower in order to win a prize of a tube of bubbles.
Nanni said she would show me how to do it (I think she just wanted a turn, Nanni loves all kinds of games). She took aim, lifted her arm and hurled the ball - straight at the man who was in charge of the stall. I couldn't help noticing that nobody made Nanni
sit on the Naughty Chair.
Nanni has been to collect me before so she has been in the Baby Rooms but she really liked going into the other classes which she hasn't seen before. She particularly liked the quotations
written on the walls - for example, written on the wall in the Pre-Schoolers Room was a quote from Walt Disney which read: "It's kind of fun to do the impossible." Now that's exactly the kind of idea Nanni loves. Me? Well, I am not so sure it makes sound sense
but perhaps when I am a bit older, maybe eighteen months or so, I will work out what's possible and what's impossible.
After the fete we went on an outing to see the Lavender Fields. Nanni was (almost) lost
for words, it was such a beautiful sight. She kept saying that she had never realised what a sea of lavender would look like before. Now I know what the sea is, having made several visits to the seaside now. Whatever Nanni says, the lavender fields were not
like the sea. For a start, the sea is wet. The lavender fields were definitely not. I ran up and down the lanes between the lavender plants, leading my cousins a merry dance while Mummy snapped away capturing the happy scene. Then we went to the shop where
Mummy bought Nanni a lavender plant and me a hippo filled with lavender. I reckon I had the best present though Nanni seemed pleased enough with hers. At least she didn't try to take my hippo off me. I have decided to call him Henry which isn't exactly original
but somehow suits him.
In the cafe Nanni, Mummy, Katie and Elle shared a lavender cake. They said they couldn't taste the lavender, though, as none of them actually knew what lavender tasted like, this was
hardly surprising. I stuck to my tomato and carrot sticks. Far safer, in my opinion.
My cousins are coming back to see me next weekend. I can't wait! Nanni says there is nothing quite like family for having
Maybe that should be written on a wall somewhere?