me and my little sister

Moodswingers

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 21:49:00 +0000

And Mummy wonders why I'm such a flip-out-semi-mood-swinger. She is the mother of all teachers. I will agree with her, she doesn't get cross that very often where as I get very, very cross often. Perhaps too often, even I'm getting bored of myself in the mornings and my poor little sister looks really fed up with the goings on.

But when Mummy and Daddy say "NO" I flip out. Simple. But when I say "NO" I can see that she also wants to flip out. She doesn't though but I know I have poked her and annoyed her. I just can't help it, I love a reaction.

I rang Mummy at work today, I think Grandpa might have suggested I did. I wanted to ask Mummy if I could play with her make-up. I could see both Granny and Grandpa wavering and thinking, "why not". I called Mum, spittle and mumble in the mouth piece so she couldn't really hear me in the hope she would say "Yes of course sweetie-pie". Only she didn't. Damp. Is that rude? I thought it was Damn but I've been told to say 'damp'. Doesn't seem quite right though.

by matilda

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 20:14:00 +0000

I knew it. I gave in too easily. Mummy thought she had cracked it. She hasn't. I'm not that easy. In fact I am apparently quite difficult so I have to continue this trait. So today I did absolutely no pees on the loo but plenty on the floor. The downside is that I did not get any chocolate.

Last night I spent the first night in a big bed. I liked it a lot. The best bit was that I could wonder freely around the room touching all the things that belong to Evie while she was fast asleep. I was too excited to sleep. I stayed up till 8.30 doing puzzles and drawings at Evie's desk. I even tried to put a pair of knickers on her while she slept. Sometimes she can be quite undignified.

Mummy took us in to town today. She bought me my very own pack of knickers. Yes, she is persistent but I was happy not to have seconds for a change. Evie was bought a pack of vests which we fought over and tore. Mummy wasn't happy about that at all.

Today Evie had her friend Ruby to play. I never have a friend over so I pretended Ruby was my friend. It was going quite well until I hit her with my wooden ladybird thing. Mummy then decided that perhaps I should go to bed. I didn't resist. I didn't even drink my beaker of goats milk. I just slept and dreamt of marrying Knox Leon. Anything is possible these days - apparently.

by matilda

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 20:38:00 +0000

I finally gave in. I actually peed on the loo. For months Mummy has been chasing me around the house with this horrible duck shaped potty with a squeaky nose and bribing me with 'A' smartie (not even 2 smarties) if I manage to sit and pee. She's also tried the potty training 'technique' of squeezing me into a washable nappies that are too small and hurt me and she has also been lying by saying that there are no more nappies in the house. All this effort just to stop me peeing in my nappy which is something I have done since birth. I just don't get it. But I kind of did get it today. Mum suggested I went to the upstairs loo and bish-diddly-bosh, I peed. It was easy. I like it and I liked the chocolate reward and I actually rather liked not having to walk around with a baggy, damp nappy. I'm not sure if I'll do it tomorrow. I'll see how I feel in the morning.

camping

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 21:39:00 +0000

I'm going to change my diary tomorrow. It needs up dating like my wardrobe. For a start I am now 4 not 3. And my little sister 2 not 1. I am called Evie and my little sister is called Matilda. I am going to now let her do some diary keeping as I am clearly, very, very bad at it.
This picture of me was taken at Stiffkey campsite on Friday. I love camping so much that as predicted by Mummy, I cried big salty sad tears for ages and ages when we had to leave. Matilda did not cry. In fact, she got herself in her car seat at least 30 minutes before we were ready to leave and just sat there singing happily to herself. I made two best friends in Stiffkey, Alice who is 6 and lives in Norwich and Maddy who is 7 and lives in Wiltshire. Both Maddy and Alice have very nice older bothers. I liked playing with them too. I went swimming twice with daddy when we were camping. I love swimming with daddy and I wore my wetting suit which kept me very warm and wet. Matilda does not like swimming. Matilda does not even like getting her hair wet. Oh the trauma of hair wash days....

injections

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 22:19:00 +0000

My mouth is covered with sores. So is my nose. And earlier this week I had spots on my tongue. I also have a camel cough (like from cigarettes, not humped animals) and I also had my MMR booster in both my arms. I didn’t cry or scream or yell. I was very, very brave. Mummy has been pinching me every day for the last week to toughen me up. She said having injections was really exciting and would only feel like this…"ouch". I don’t know where she got the idea that having injections was exciting. It really wasn’t. Even the stickers the nurse gave me didn’t really excite me but the mini smarties in Mummy’s bag did and also the fact that Daddy came too. My little sister also had an injection in her thigh but most of it seemed to go on Mummy’s jeans which means her jeans will never get meningitis C.

i'm a good girl

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 06:32:00 +0000

It's now February. I'm nearly going to be 4 and my blogging is poor. Hey that rhymes. Have I ever told you about the rhyming game I play with Mummy and Daddy. They say words like 'hat' and I would say 'mat bat fat cat chat wat...' They say "no, you can say, 'wat', is not a word." "Oh", I would say. And they would say, "oh, no, flow, toe, wow, snow, low". ect. etc. But we don't play this game so much anymore. Mummy and Daddy use to get the giggles when we played the game with certain words like 'tanker and flanker' and 'luck and muck'. I don't get the joke. I do still play the game on my own sometimes and can't wait to play it with my little sister who mimics nearly everything I say. She's not so little now and she hits me a lot. Yesterday she bit me. It really hurt. Mummy asks her is she'd like to sit outside in the cold when she's being naughty. Of course she always says "NO". So Mummy gives her a few warnings and if she's still being naughty, she gets put out on the decking next to the trampoline. She then cries and says "sorry" followed by a little tiny weany kick or poke with her finger. She use to sit on the naughty step but she laughed so much when she was put there that it was rather pointless.

happy new 'ears

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 21:57:00 +0000

Since I last wrote, I have grown at least an inch. Or at least my hair has. Father Christmas has also snuck into our bedroom through the sky light and left a lovely pile of presents. We are also now in another year - what ever that means. I loved Christmas and me and my little sister were very lucky and got some really good gifts which we fight over daily. My little sister was given a mini trampoline. I am much better at jumping on it than she is and I can do some really clever bounces which really annoys my little sister. She just screams at me... again. She still screams a lot but I am very pleased she doesn't scream quite as much in the night as she did before Christmas. In the mornings, Mummy and Daddy always ask me if I slept well. I always used to say, "no, because my little sister kept screaming'. Only they don't hear her as they wear glossy silicone ear plugs while they sleep. I wish Father Christmas had left a pair in my stocking. I must remember to write and ask him to bring me some for next year - if I am a good girl which of course I will be.

roar deal

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 21:19:00 +0000

On Monday my school teacher Mrs Y.S told me I wasn't well and that I wasn't to go to school the next day. (Actually all I had was a runny nose but show me a 3 year old that hasn't?) But when I got home I kept telling Mummy I wasn't well because Mrs Y.S told me so. I told Mummy chocolate would make me better. She didn't give me any. I think Mummy was quite pleased she didn't have to take me to school the next day as she said we could have a lion. A lion? Is she mad? I like lions but I don't think I want want as a pet. I want a puppy. A fluffy puppy not a lion. She then said lie-in not LION. Oh! I said. What's a lie-in? Apparently a lie-in would a morning when me and my little sister don't wake at 7:00 and shout Daddy/Mummy but instead woke at 8:00. Mummy things that would be an amazing lie-in. I am now thinking a lion would actually be quite a cool pet.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 21:30:00 +0000

I'm really liking school. I like it almost as much as trip to Asda (not). Nursery School is exciting and there are always lots to do and play with. There are boys and girls there but I don't really like the boys or at least I pretend not to as obviously they don't like pink. I actually do like boys. I don't have a favourite school boy yet but Ruben my cousin is one of my favourite. I love him and told him so. When Mummy and my little sister picked me up from school I heard my friend John say to his mummy that he wanted Fish and Chips. Of course I then wanted them too. I didn't want orange chips (Mummy sometimes chips sweet potato - yuck) I wanted white chips. I did whinge a little and I was a little demanding and to my surprise Mummy said she would get some. She drove everywhere looking for a chippy that was open but all the plaices were shut until 5pm. Tonight I am sad about not being able to have a Euro 2008 shirt. But what those players need is a couple of weeks in the jungle with Ant & Dec. Now that would be worth getting a t-shirt for.

groan up

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 22:37:00 +0000

Apparently I look 4 and half but feel 13 and a half but am 3 and half. Growing up is so confusing. Today me and my little sister went to visit a new nursery where I wasn't the oldest but looked the oldest. Mummy and Granny and Grandpa dropped us off then drove off. I am use to be left at places but my little sister isn't and cried every so slightly for a little bit until she found a ball. She was then happy. She can now throw a ball dead straight with either her left or right hand. Today she hit me clean on the forehead. I was a little annoyed but also quite impressed. I throw like a girl but I am a girl so that's OK isn't it? Before nursery, we saw Chrissy. We went up to her bedroom so Mummy could help her with her computer. When we got to her room, I took off most of my clothes and dressed up in her heels and wrapped myself in a gigantic net scarf. I then put on her necklaces, bracelets and earrings. I then painted nails with permanent gold marker pen, applied hand-cream then danced to Madeline Peyroux. You see, I am so grown up.

these boots are made for walking

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 21:11:00 +0000

Finally, my little sister has decided she can walk. Well almost. She finds walking so funny that when she takes steps she wibbles and wobbles and laughs so much that she falls over. So far she has managed 10 steps before landing on her knees. Mummy thinks she can walk perfectly well on her own and has been for months and only messes around with the pretending she can walk when she has an audience. I think Mummy is right. My little sister can walk across my king-size bed and jump up and down on it. Surely that's harder than walking on the solid floor? Although my little sister is not very good at walking she is very very good at throwing balls. She loves balls. Balls was her first word. She can throw a ball straight like no other girl I know. Daddy says she might be the next Fatima Whitbread. Mummy looks horrified. Does white bread make you fat ma?

smiling quince

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 14 Oct 2007 08:22:00 +0000

Can you see the smiley face in the quince? I can. Mummy often sees smiley faces in things. She thinks that a part of our pear tree looks like a smiling pig. It does. It is our smiling pig pear tree. I didn't go to school on Friday which was sad. I really love school. On Friday we went to Kings Lynn to swap cars for a day. Mummy was not really very excited about spending a day there but I was. When we got to the garage they gave us a car 10 times smaller than our car. Mummy was not happy. Mummy said naughty words when she was trying to get my little sisters car seat in to the back. Naughty Mummy - I told her off. Mummy took us for a drive to show us where she lived when she was little and I saw her old school. It is bigger than mine. We then went into TKMaxx's where I tried on flippers, orange goggles a woolly cap and danced with a spotty umbrella. I love TKMaxx's. It has everything I want. I wanted some barbie roller skates but meany Mummy said NO - again. But she did say that if I wrote to Father Christmas and asked very nicely and if I am a very, very good girl he might get me a pair. I am nearly always a good girl so I hope I get some. I hope Mummy remembers...

boys boys boys

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 19:49:00 +0000

I am too grumpy to write today. I'm going to bed early to dream of Prince Charming. And NO, he's not in my class, boys in my school class are disgusting.

foraging

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 20:00:00 +0000

I went to school again today. I think I now go every day not just when Mummy feels like it. Mummy kept getting my staggered start days wrong. I think she was very embarrassed. I love school although today I got my skirt and t-shirt tugged by a boy which was not very nice was it? I love my best friend Eleanor. She is very tall and we paint and talk together. When I got home I was very tired and I wouldn't eat my lunch (again) which made Mummy moody (again). After not eating my lunch, me and my little sister went and played in the garden. My little sister found some tiny mushrooms and started picking them but I don't think she ate them although she was a little weirder than normal this afternoon. At supper I ate all my food and it had tomatoes in it. I am such a good girl.

visits

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 10:13:00 +0000

We went to hospital yesterday to see Chrissy. She isn't very well and has a chest infection. I gave her kisses and I asked her lots of questions and she gave me rides on her brilliant bed. We went up and down and up and down again. My little sister didn't have a go as she is too wriggly. When I got home I wanted to play doctors and nurses so I did. I have a doll called Nora Clippy. She has clothes pegs in her hair and now has bandages on her legs. Yesterday we also saw Grandpa, Granny and her twin sister which was quite confusing especially for my little sister who isn't as clever as me. I put on my tutu and wanted to dance with everyone but everyone wanted to talk grown-up talk. That is so boring. When no one was looking I put some make-ups on. I love make-ups and have told Mummy she can borrow mine when she is older. That is nice of me isn't it?

slug love

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 18:54:00 +0000

Slugs are the new snails. I use to love snails but I think I love slugs more. At first I was frightened but when I saw it's wiggly eyes I decided I liked it very much. Pink use to be my favourite colour but I think orange is now. Have you ever seen such a beautiful orange slug? It's so big too. The tomato isn't a cherry tomato. No. It's a baby beef tomato. That's how big my slug is.

home coming

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 22:00:00 +0000

I was at my dramatical best this evening. And I have to say I am very proud of myself. I shrieked, and spluttered lots. It was very exhausting but I wasn't going to give in. I wanted to perform. We got back from our brilliant holiday nearly a week now and I am still so very tired. When I get tired I take after Mummy, I get very cross and very shouty very easily. On our holiday no one shouted except my little sister who shouted every time we were in the car which was almost every hour of our holiday. My little sister still can not walk and I think she is jealous that I can. On the way back from our holiday I sobbed most of the way. I didn't want to go home. I thought I didn't like our house any more even if Daddy did make it. When we did get back I decided that my home is very lovely. I liked seeing the garden best of all. l couldn't believe the amount of very many mung bean plants that had grown from my seeds in Mummy's flower border. My little sister went straight to the prized plum tomatoes and picked them. I then then made a tomato kebab. oops.

returning home

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 21:27:00 +0000

We've been away at Grandma and Grandpa's M's house which was brilliant. I didn't want to come home at all and I cried and cried and cried when we did. I stood in the path up to our house and pretended to really properly cry with lots of gulps and sobs. Then our neighbour started talking to me through the fence which made me jump. I told him to be quiet and said that I wanted to cry because I wanted to, and if I wanted to then I could. My little sister was happy to be home and Mummy was happy to be at home because she didn't have to stop my little sister from falling in Grandpa's pond. Today we went to my friends Judy and Betty's huge garden and played in their brilliant Wendy house. They have a climbing frame and swing too. I don't. My lovely friends Rosie and Chrissie were there. Rosie let us jump all over her and tickle her and Chrissie had us on her lap and read us a story using funny voices. I love stories and loved sitting on Chrissie's lap and hope I can do it again very very soon.

lippy love

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 21:26:00 +0000

Our Mummy can be SO annoying sometimes. She won't let my little sister climb to the top of the stairs so then my little sister screams when she is taken away. Her scream is so annoying. Even more annoying than Mummy. But what is even more annoying than Mummy is Mummy's sudden cut down on my make-up application. I love make-up and I think I apply it pretty well for someone of my age. I know I could do it better if Mummy would let me. Granny lets me. Today Granny gave me a whole lipstick to myself. Mummy was out. It was brilliant. I was so excited. Mummy came home from shopping and she saw my blushing mouth. She was not happy. Not happy at all. She bribed me into bed saying I could apply some more once I had bathed and cleaned my teeth. So I did. I was being good. I was clean and excited. Then when I asked for bedtime lippy she said NO. That is annoying, mean and very mean. Tomorrow I won't forget about the lack of lippy. I will annoy Mummy until she cracks. She will crack. I will make sure she does.

24 hour leave

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 20:48:00 +0000

I've been a slack blogger haven't I? Learning to be a disciplined 3 year old is quite tricky but being a disciplined blogger is actually even more difficult than you would think - just ask Mummy. The last time I wrote was nearly a week ago and in that week I have been good, bad, shouty, grunty and a little sweary. I said 'get off you little bugger' when I was being tickled. Naughty aren't I? Mummy didn't react. I hate it when she doesn't react so I said it again. Still no reaction. She didn't even say 'rubber' or 'rubber-dubber' like she usually does as a way to sway me away from using the bugger word. How boring. I have actually been a little bit of an attention seeker in the last week. I have been screaming lots especially when Mummy refuses to let me do things I want, like wear mascara and her red wedge sandals. My little sister has also been screaming and screeching lots. I know she is copying me which I think is great but I know Mummy just finds that it grates. Poor Mummy. Mummy spent a night at the train station on Saturday. We dropped her off in the afternoon and then picked her at the same place the next day. When I spoke to her on the phone on the Sunday morning I thought she was Julie and when she said she was Mummy, I said it couldn't be as she was at the train station. Weird. Daddy then explained that she was with Rosie in London I admit I was a little confused and a little embarrassed. Fancy not regonising my Mummy's voice. I didn't miss Mummy much, in fact it was really good fun with Daddy. He took me and my little sister swimming in a giant paddling pool at Uncle Robs on Saturday. And the next day we went to the seaside and I went on a merry-go-round while my little sister watched. I wouldn't mind if Mummy went away more often, I think I will suggest she does.

hello snail

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 14 Aug 2007 21:08:00 +0000

Yesterday, Granny gave me presents from her holiday in Spain. She bought me a flashing pen and a pink skirt. As I am 3 and a girl, pink is my favourite colour. My little sister was given a really lovely cardigan which wasn't pink but I don't think she minded. Granny and Grandpa bathed me and my little sister and then read us a bedtime story. Me and my little sister then messed about for about 1 hour and I arranged all of Mummy's fabric scraps out on our bedroom floor. I think it looked really pretty and I think Mummy did too but she didn't say so. Today we went to see my friend Lilly and her brother is my little sisters boyfriend. They flirted and then threw a Bart Simpson ball to each other. I was so please to see my wet pet snail on the concrete by the front door when I came home this afternoon. I think he was very pleased to see me too, as I gave him a huge bunch of coriander which he he ate on a piece of wood, inside on the kitchen window sill. Mummy doesn't really like me bringing in my pet snail but I think she was a little too tired to argue with me which I was a little disappointed with. But it was OK as I had a strop with Daddy instead, when I couldn't/wouldn't sit still and eat my baked beans. We didn't mess about much at bed time but I think Mummy won't be very happy when she sees I've emptied all the clothes from the wardrobe onto the floor. Oopps.

my weekend

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 10:16:00 +0000

Yesterday Daddy was working so we were stuck with just Mummy...again. But it wasn't too bad in fact it was actually quite good fun. Because it was a nice day we played outside and I made a den under the table with sheets and clothes pegs, duvets and pillows. In the afternoon I helped Mummy make a cake which I really enjoyed. Mummy said I am a better cook than Daddy which made me think daddy must be really, really bad. I also made my first cup of tea. Mummy said even that was better than Daddy's tea but I think she was just being kind as I didn't see her drink any of it. The cake we made had lemons and courgettes in and didn't rise at all which made Mummy slightly cross. Perhaps Daddy could do better? I'll ask him. Today Daddy didn't work and took me and my little sister for a walk to get the Sunday paper. I went on my scooter and my little sister sat in the buggy. When I got a little tired, my clever Daddy put my front wheel in the buggy basket so it became a buggy board. How cool is that! In the afternoon we went to see Chris and Rosie and Rosie took us to Top Shop where I wore silver platform heels and danced to Calvin Harris while my little sister looked confusedly at her reflection. Here's a joke...
Q: What would happen if tarantulas were as big as horses?
A: If one bit you, you could ride it to hospital...te!he!

currant lipstick

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 17:24:00 +0000

I love it when the sun shines. It makes everyone happy except my little sister or just seems to grunts lots. I taught her to grunt. It's what I do when I don't get my own way. I think my little sister does it for the same reasons but it's difficult to know really. When my little sister isn't grunting, eating and sleeping she is moving around around the garden like a crab. Today she moved in and out and in and out of our paddling pool 206 times and didn't fall in once which was very clever. When Mummy had had enough of my little sisters grunting, she put her to bed for a nap. I then helped Mummy cook. I love cooking but not as much as I think Mummy does. I made a salmon and pea tart for my friend Chris. I whisked the eggs, poured the cream, snipped the chives and ate the frozen peas. When Daddy got home he made a shower from our pear tree. He made it with a plastic tub with 2 holes, a meat-hook and some string. My Daddy is very very clever isn't he? But the best bit by far today was when Mummy let me play with her make-up. I'm very good at make-up. Mummy let me do her up after I'd done myself and we both had lips the colour of red currants. I think I made Mummy look beautiful but she said something about looking like a drag queen - what ever that is.

(not) eating outside

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 22:04:00 +0000

Yesterday was busy but fun. Mummy took me to Asda and didn't shout at me for the first time ever. Last week she whistled at me like a dog when I sat on the floor and wouldn't go to her and lots of people stared and tutted. Mummy turned red and muttered something about never shopping again - that threat didn't last long did it? Anyway, I was as good as gold and I didn't even need any bribes. When we got home my little sister unpacked all the shopping which was very nice of her. Then Mummy quickly tidied the house as lovely Chris and Jim were coming for lunch. t was very lovely to see them. Jim bought me a book with a CD Rom but I know Mummy says the CD won't work on her mac. Umm, I don't believe her. She's a computer hog and doesn't want me to share her connection to the outside world. We ate lunch outside although I didn't eat much at all, just a carrot, I was too busy talking and playing in the hammock and on my scooter. Sitting still and eating is boring when you are 3. Playing on bikes and scooters is so much more exciting but what was more exciting was being given a red bikini. I love it.

camping

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 21:25:00 +0000

Every year we go camping. I love camping. The first time I went I was just 4 weeks old, we went to Southwold. I slept lots and drank lots and Mummy and Daddy didn't sleep lots but drank lots. This weekend we camped in Wells on a big field with lots and lots of tents and children and mosquitoes. Camping makes us all happy and less snappy, especially Mummy who was very, very tearful last week. Mummy didn't even cry when she caught her flip flop in the front wheel of her bike and fell off with my little sister in the seat on the back. We went paddling when it was a marsh tide but the water disappeared really quickly which was odd. I really like the seaside and camping and being outside. I slightly missed Cbeebies but not as much as Daddy missed Big Brother. On Sunday we saw Uncle London Jamie and his fluffy dog Stitch at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I went to the pub with the boys and fell asleep in Daddy's arms while Mummy stayed in and watched the Hungarian Grand Prix. I think she fancies Lewis Hamilton.