Carmi Gordon

Welcome to my life. It's been a fairly gurgle gurgle kind of existence so far, but who knows. Watch this space.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Granma & Granpa




This is me with Grandma Pauline, doing one of my fav things, see blogs post passim, and enjoying a good book.


And as for Grandpa:


This is me having a good giggle with grandpa.

He came round for breakfast and I am, more or less, at my most scrumptions just after breakfast. And just before breakfast, and middle of the morning, and around lunch time and after my nap and towards the eveing.
Ahh, it's tough being a full time superstar.
And always good to see my grandparents.

Heaven's Angel





Vroom Vroom

OK, please don't report my parents for allowing me onto my vroom without a helmet. I do have a helmet (OK, I do get to wear a helmet when my auntie tissy lets me wear one). And look - gloves. Now my mum and dad may well cycle on occasion, but they aren't nearly such hard-core pedallers as my super tri-athlete auntie. Did I mention that she just finished the Paris marathon. Wow.

A Real Mummy's Boy





This is my mummy.

You can tell it's my mummy, not only is she entirely wonderful and gorgeous in her own right, but there is also that very gooey look in my eyes that tells the world that as long as I've got my mummy, all is well with the world.

I love my mummy. (as does my daddy)

Very much

Really very very much.

OK, one other quick thing, before everyone gives me and my rather effusive father a wide gooseberry berth, my mummy and me are reading.

I like books.

Really I do, I can sit and be read books and point out all the cows 'cows go moo' and the chicken and the dogs, even in books where there aren't any animals.

One my current favourites is a book about Marc Chagall, don't be too impressed, it's got lots of fun pictures of flying cows and colours are great.

But not as great as my mummy.

Did I make that clear?

There are a few of my favourite things





























OK, I'm recycling titles, but then I do get to eat every day, well, three times a day, or more.














So ... here is me with taramasalta ... 'taramasalata, cassata, mousaka, souvlaki, bazuki, retsina and chips', matza and date spread (it was just
Pesach you see) and then salami, wow! salami better just shove it all in at once just in case some wicked and cruel parent decides that I shouldn't be able to shovel it all in and it is well known that little people need lots of salami to become big people.






And then, rather excitingingly for those of you who follow this blog with the same sort of manic, 'how's he doing is he ... yet' energy of my parents, here I am eating some omlette all by myself!! With a fork!!! Aren't I cool.