Two Favourite Ladies

This is me with two of my favourite ladies in the world.
It was my birthday party, a groovy time was had by all.
More postings to come, but I couldn't resist posting these.
Incidentally, while I'm taking a quick peck from my Malka my mum is showing
worrying signs of starting to care more about some new
upstart-not-even-born-yet bump.
This is very worrying.
I'll have to sort out some tactics to ensure I retain my current dominant
market position in the grandson stakes. Hmmm.

Happy Birthday to Me - More

More, more, more.
I know my birthday already feels like a dim and distant memory, but it was
so MUCH FUN.
Actually I was a little poorly, you can see it in my eyes, but I had a good
time, most especially when the cakes came out. How cool is that. I thought
the whole thing was me, sadly my mummy and daddy had other plans - FHB or
something like that, still there was enough food for everyone, now why isn't
that a surprise?

Twit Twoodle

Continuing a theme of Carmi and new and wonderful animals.
This is the owl at Willow Farm, it doesn't actually say twit twoo. Some owls say twit, others say twoo (personally I'm more of a twoo kinda-owl person). And then others saw screech and some saw craw and some say ... well you get the idea.

The only problem is with the song.
Old Mac Carmi had a farm ey yi ey yi yo
And on that farm he had an owl ey yi ey yi yo
With a .... and then it all starts to go horrible wrong.

Toodle-oo Twit-twoo

A little bit maroon

And I've started school.
How grown up is that?

This is me on my way in.
I'm not looking that excited. I grant you.
But the purple isn't really a reflection of the mood. It's just the uniform.

I came to school on the back of my daddy's bike - which was very wheee.
We did do the whole photograph on the doorstep thing, but I didn't have my uniform sorted out then, I've posted that photo too since I now look happy, but I'm not sure it really counts.

I had to borrow a sweater from Charlotte. Mine still haven't come yet.
Charlotte is very lovely, but a good bit taller than I and her mummy, also being sensible, has ordered the size too large for her, which means that it all hangs a little on the loose size and my admirably swelte physique has been traduced - I now look like a berry, which I'm not so sure was the point.

I'm settling in and fighting a bad attack of the snuffles, so things are a little rocky and more than a little tiring. (not helped by my daddy's new job keeping him up until the middle of the night when I often fancy a late night wail and cuddle).

Exhausting this school business.
Still, give me a couple of weeks and I'm sure I'll have learnt quite enough to have the rest of the year off.

A Budding Little Schoeberg

And being two also means presents.
Oh Yeah,

This is one is a partic favourite.
I bang it and thump it and it just purrs back at me in C-sharp.

I think I'm pretty great at this whole piano thing. I do a very moving version of Twinkle-Twinkle in twelve tones - my dad thinks I've got something in common with this Austrian Arnold Schoen-something.
Whatever.

Little known fact: Arnold Schoenberg was born Jewish and converted to Lutheranism and then back to Judaism. Dad's hoping for a less dramatic faith journey for me.

How Old Are You?

No wait, I can asnwer that one.
Wait for it ....

'Two'

Really, straight up, in English, comprehensible and everything.
If pushed I can do right through to ten, but 'two' is a particular favourite. I can recognise it and answer that all important question. Augures well for ability to sweet-talk my way into PG-13 rated films next year.

And being two means a buch of stuff, piccies of the party to come, but here is me on a trip to buy my school uniform - at Harrods, noch! - and a picture of some wild and terrifying creature at the Zoo.

If in Doubt Snog

This is me in Bath.
I've gone a special trip with my Dad to see cousin Taly and her parents.

In honesty I'm not so sure about Taly, she's a little littler than I am and doesn;t run around so much (though she eats better than I do).
But every time I gave her a hug her mum and my dad got so excited, it seemed a shame not to keep them happy.

Ah, the things we do for our parents.

And it really did look that amazing

I know it feels ages ago, but how could a photo like this not get on the blog,
Thanks Isabel.