When Nanni came home from the hospital yesterday evening, I kind of assumed she would bring a couple of babies back home with her. It was a bit of a disappointment that she returned so very empty-handed.
This is Faris, by the way, aka Blogger Extraordinaire. Nanni is taking it easy today so the least I could do was to write the blog for her, despite my disappointment on the Baby Front. You can probably understand my position:
three weeks today, my Mummy is going into hospital to fetch the Twins. Knowing that Nanni can't bear to miss out on anything, I rather thought when she said she was off to the hospital that she was going to do the same. I suppose it is possible that not all
hospitals keep stocks of babies just for when people like Nanni turn up out of the blue and want one. Or - and the more I think about this, the more reasonable this seems - possibly Nanni has quite enough babies to be going on with, what with my cousin Morgan
down in Wales and me, of course, not to mention the Twins. Between us, we're enough for anyone.
I wasn't allowed to go to the hospital with Nanni on account of the fact that I would be very likely to Create
Havoc. Nobody is better at this than I am, especially when you consider that I am only 20 months old so haven't had much time to perfect the art. Indeed for the first few months of my life I played it pretty cool, quietly practising my Grab and Pull Technique
on Monkey Monkey in the Rain Forest Gym. I just knew it would stand me in good stead when I grew up. At Nursery, I am a Leading Light in Toddler One where Creating Havoc is highly prized as a sign of individuality and independence. There's absolutely no way
anyone in Toddler One is going to get the better of me - I reckon I could even hold my own in Toddler Two, if push came to shove. Push and shove being the operative words.
So while Nanni was in the hospital,
I went out for some Fresh Sea Air. (By the way, I feel sorry for people who don't have Seaside Grandparents, they are the best sort on account of the Fresh Sea Air. Obviously I don't boast about this to the other kids at nursery who aren't so lucky, I expect
they are quite satisfied with their own grandparents, not knowing any better.) Daddy thought it was a good idea to get me out of the house where there are so many Havoc Creating Possibilities and down to the beach where there is plenty of wide, open space.
What else do you find on a beach? Sea-gulls! Nanni tells me that when my cousin Eleanor was little she used to call them E-gulls. Personally I think that shows individuality. Eleanor would probably do well in Toddler
One with me. We would have SO much fun. Even if she might be a bit too tall to sit at the table when it came to tea-time.
From her hospital bed, Nanni sent Mummy a text. It read: "Tell Faris not to chase the
sea-gulls!" Mummy had to tell her that the warning had come too late as I was already in my element chasing those e-gulls all over the beach. They didn't know which way to turn, I can tell you. Honestly, they strut about as if they own the beach when anyone
could tell them that it belongs to everyone. That is what makes it so special.
When Nanni finally came home, we were eating dinner so I shared my rice with her. One spoon-full for me, one spoon-full for her.
Every so often I forgot to turn the spoon round before it reached either my mouth or Nanni's and it went all over the high chair tray and the floor but Nanni said not to worry as it could easily be cleaned up. She said I was eating very well with my spoon.
One day soon I will use a knife and fork. I can't wait - they look to be such very DANGEROUS implements.
Nanni let me take a teddy bear home with me. It made up for the fact that she hadn't brought any babies
home from the hospital with her.
I guess I shall just have to wait till the Twins arrive.
Not long now!