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While Mummy Had Her Hair Sprayed by Faris (aged 2)

I can't quite understand why, when Nanni wrote in the Daily Blog yesterday all about her theatre trip to see my cousins performing on stage, she completely failed to mention that she had spent the afternoon looking after Yours Truly and The Twinkles. I personally thought the afternoon was rather more memorable than that.

Be that as it may, Nanni was sort of in charge (as much as Nanni can ever be said to be in charge of anything connected with me) while Mummy went off to get her hair sprayed. Don't ask me why, I always think her hair looks perfectly lovely and it is a perfect length for tugging. Still she was obviously looking forward to it because she was wearing her black, sparkly top. I could only hope she didn't get the hair spray on it but I expect she managed to sit very still. Unlike me.

Nanni wasn't in sole charge. She had help from Grandad, Uncle Dave and Uncle Dave's mummy, whom I called "Da". Short and sweet, just like her. It is interesting, don't you think, that while Mummy manages most of the time to look after all three of us on her own, Nanni felt the need to bring in reinforcements?

While the Twinkles were being fed, I demonstrated, for Da's benefit, my Rampaging Rascal Act. I could tell she was impressed because she suggested we head off straightaway to the park, where, presumably, there would be more people to impress with my rampaging skills. Nanni said I would be able to "let off steam". Honestly, anyone would think I was Thomas the Tank Engine.

We took my scooter and I wore the safety helmet (it has a skull and crossbones on the front and back) which Nanni and Grandad bought me for Christmas. While Nanni was struggling with fastening the Twinkles into the Big Purple Buggy, I played this game with Da where I pushed the scooter down the drive until it crashed into the garage door. Then Da would push it back to me and we would start all over again. I could have played this game all afternoon, to be honest, but Uncle Dave really, really wanted to go to the park - so off we went.

I liked this park, I have been there before when I was very young, about eighteen months or so. Now I am quite old, being two years old and counting, I am becoming extremely proficient at negotiating the slide. It has steps, a tunnel (a bit tricky to burrow through wearing my helmet but I kept at it until I succeeded. I am nothing if not Determined) and a ramp. The Twins wanted to join in - they kept telling everyone in their own, inimitable (I think that is another word for loud?) way, but Nanni and Da didn't seem to understand and just cuddled them up in blankets and walked them up and down. Poor things, they eventually realised there was nothing doing and decided to quieten down. One day, when they are older, say four months or so, they will discover how to Get Their Own Way. It will be my job to teach them, being both their Big Brother and their Hero. There's not much I don't know about Getting My Own Way.

I very nearly managed to climb on the bouncers all by myself. Da said I was Very Independent. I was proud, indeed. I also played with the football and met a dog who was even bouncier than the bouncers. Then, because it was getting chilly, we set off for home and Uncle Dave lifted me onto his shoulders. You have no idea just how high that was! I could almost reach the sky, I kid you not.

When we arrived home, Nanni sat with me to watch Despicable Me 2. Nanni is very annoying to watch anything with because she keeps up a running commentary. She seems to believe that this will turn straightforward TV watching into A Learning Experience. I did quite like sitting on her lap though. At the same time as cuddling me, she jiggled the twins' rockers with her feet until they dropped off to sleep. She told Da that this was called "multi-tasking" and seemed very proud of herself. I didn't like to tell her that Mummy does this kind of thing all the time, each and every day. I didn't want to Burst Her Bubble. After all, she was kind enough to look after me, even if she needed help from Grandad, Uncle Dave and Da.

Tala and Lilia say: We haven't learnt how to rampage yet but we expect our Big Brother Faris, who is Our Hero, will give us lessons when we are old enough. For the present, we have found that our latest trick - smiling while sticking out our tongues - works very well. We could tell that Da loved us. Well, who wouldn't?

One minute we were at Auntie Karen and Uncle Dave's house, being jiggled about in our rockers, the next thing we knew we were back home. This is the trouble with being only three months old, nobody ever tells you anything. Still we keep smiling through, whatever.

We learnt that from Nanni.

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23.04 | 20:15

lovely and heartwarming - an inspiration to us all x

09.03 | 12:07

Love this story told as ever beautifully.x

10.11 | 21:31

What a super account of a special event. I loved meeting you last night and seeing your creation come together. I’m so pleased you got so much from the activity

07.09 | 13:17

I have broad shoulders x

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