The Times they are a Changin'

So much is happening.  So much going on.  I can run now, sort of jump and nearly hop.  Mummy can understand when I say 'bee' and 'pea'.  Her comprehension is coming on leaps and bounds. I also say 'giggle, giggle, giggle, bugger' quite a lot.  I can grunt when someone says 'pig', moo at the word cow and clip clop if anyone mentions a horse.    I nod to say yes and shake my head for a no.  Sometimes, I say no when I mean yes - just to keep Mummy on her toes.  Especially when she asks me if I want to poo.  I can read the paper.

 

I can sing.  I can do the actions to the songs.  I can do a little dance.  I can also recognise all my relations on a photo.  I keep pointing to my Nana and my Uncle Kenneth.  I think I might burst with all this knowledge.

I can make my own breakfast in the microwave.  I can turn the washing machine on.  I can press the button for the pedestrian crossing.  I try and pull the emergency handle on the tube.  I can turn every single light off and on and off and on without getting a nose bleed.  What else?  Oh yes.  I can play hide and seek with myself.

And I am fully prepared for Christmas.  Bring it on.........

 

“Any fool can know. The point is to understand.”

― Albert Einstein

The Stuff that Dreams are made of

Goats.  That's right.  GOATS.  I wouldn't have believed it either until I met one.  Wow.  Ace.  I got my head as close as possible and then she kissed me.  Mummy says she stinks but I think Mummy is just being horrid like she is about my cuddly toys.  I loved her and I think she was pretty keen on me.  I could have spent all day there but Mummy dragged me away. 

I had my lovely cousins staying with me at the weekend.  They were great.  They are from Norway and there is one about my age and we could speak to each other fluently.  No need for the No Funs to translate.  Amazing.  I always thought I spoke Swedish.      We had some fireworks on Saturday and Mummy made a face in a pumpkin.  It wasn't very good.  I don't think she made the holes big enough.  You couldn't see it.  She did say it was the first time she had done anything with a pumpkin other than eat it but she could have had a practise first.  Anyway, the fireworks were well cool.  Sunday morning, we saw a squirrel on the terrace and we all leapt from the breakfast table to see him.  He was eating Mummy's pumpkin.  The holes are big enough now.

We also went to the park together.  I spent most of my time trying to get a stick down the same hole as the last seven times we were there.  I didn't manage it.  I shall try again next time though.

Tonight Mummy has the hump.  We were sitting on the floor reading a book when Daddy came home from work.  I jumped up when I saw Daddy.  It was such a long time since I last saw him.  I was so pleased to see him.  I went to collect the book from Mummy and took it to Daddy so he could finish reading it to me.  Mummy was not well pleased.  I heard her voicing a complaint to Daddy later.  She's so touchy.