My brother and I got a box in the post from Half Pint Chic. It was the good sort of box with scrunchy tissue paper and neatness in it. Inside were some shirts and shorts for me and my brother Drum which were the smartest and nicest we’d ever seen and Mummy said we should only wear them for Best.
What Half Pint Chic do is very clever, they sell designer clothes for us kids at a cheap price because they are from last season or last year or last Sunday or something – either way us kids don’t really mind because they are super and because there’s playing to be done.
I couldn’t really wait for Best to come along so instead I wore my smart shirts and shorts for Important Business like planting my flower garden and looking for cheeky snails and plotting how to get Mummy to give you more than one ice cream.
In our new house my bedroom was just a normal sort of bedroom, but it was my very own room so it was pretty cool just as it was.
But now it is even more awesome because overnight there is now a forest growing in it, which means I can go between the tall trees, climb the branches and look for bears – and my fox called Bubble can play with his friends too.
Obviously now I do have to leave the light on at night, just so that if there so happened to be an monsters or wolves passing through the forest they would see my room and know that I absolutely, definitely, one hundred per cent wasn’t scared of them.
My Dad loves cycling on his bike. He once cycled across India on it. Which is quite a long way. When my Dad did a Justgiving page for raising money for his cycle he put a picture on it with him and his bike and no clothes on. Probably because he didn’t have any special clothes for cycling in.
But it’s ok cos the nice people at Plain Lazy sent Daddy and my brother Drum some tshirts to wear. My Dad said his is the comfiest tee he has ever had. My brother doesn’t say much, but his looks like his is pretty soft too and they make their tees out of organic cotton as well, which is ever such a good thing.
Drum can’t wheelie yet, but there’s plenty he can do, like sing along to the radio and steal all my best toys and eat three pancakes in one sitting.
This weekend we moved into our new house in Forest Gate. Someone else is going to move into our old house, Mummy says we don’t really know them but I hope they are nice because we love our old house too.
Our new house is blue and in the middle of the street. My bedroom is at the back so you can see the garden and also hear the kitchen, which is important too.
Drum’s bedroom is alright, it has a fireplace in it. And Mummy and Daddy’s bedroom is ginormous and looks out over the street so you can see our car at night and also a big ginger cat.
We also have a living room and a playroom and a kitchen and a snug room – and also some big cupboards to hide in (we checked for monsters first…)
Then at the end of our street there is a big field called Wanstead Flats,which also has a playpark in it with a helicopter. Obviously they put the helicopter there just for me – well, no one else seems that bothered about playing on it so I shall say it is my helicopter. It’s definitely the best helicopter I have ever flown in…
(BTW if you like my new shorts they are from Lilly and Sid and they have brilliant pockets for collecting stones in…)
But actually if you can’t make it to the park it’s actually alright because my Dad built us our very own trampoline in our new garden. It did take him a while because it is so huge but it was definitely worth it because it’s an awesome trampoline and as you can see I can bounce twice or maybe three times higher than my Dad.
Mum says I have to share the trampoline with Drum, but I don’t think I really shall have to until he’s a bit more big and strong…
We went to a place called Walton on the Naze for the weekend. Which is also called the seaside. It is very pretty but it was ever so rainy.
We stayed with our friends Sarah and Paul and Franklin, who is the same age as me apart from four days. And also their new baby who isn’t born yet, their big dog and some cats.
Cos it was raining we couldn’t go in the sea or make any sandcastles, but Sarah said we should go to the fair at the pier, which at first I thought was the Bear at the pier – so I had in my head a whole different idea.
When we got there it looked quite exciting – lots of flashing lights and loud noise – but the first ride we went on was a pirate boat that went high high up in the sky and was actually a little bit scary.
Franklin said it was alright, but I wasn’t sure it was, and I got a very big bit scared.
But then he showed me how you could also ride on some cars that didn’t fly, they just went ’round and ’round a road. Which was a lot better – and they even had a fire engine like Jupiter.
So we went round and round the track and I rang the bell on my shiny red fire engine. And then it stopped.
So I asked Dad if I could go on it again.
And another time.
And then I decided I really like the fair and we should go every single day.
But in the end we had to go home from the seaside and I really didn’t want to leave my new friends or the big dog and the cats…
But when we got home there was a nice parcel from Lilly and Sid… With some nice piratey seasidey new things for me and my brother. And the best thing about a Lilly and Sid package is always the ribbon it comes wrapped with…
I was really chuffed when Lilly and Sid asked me to help them spread the word about their amazing brand, I’ve been in the Dream Team for a while and now I can tell people about special offers too.
There’s one at the moment whereby you can get 20% off their blankies. If you click on the link you can get this.
Me and my brother Drum are BIG fans; in fact, Drum had his blankie in the hospital with him when he was born.
Now he won’t go anywhere without it, even if it is really sunny.
Mummy always sews our name tapes into our blankies, cos they are special and we don’t want to lose them…
I ‘spect we’ll still have them when we are big. Cos you’re never really too big for a good blankie, are you?
If you like snossiges you might be one of those people who makes them in the oven. Or one of those people who makes them in a pan.
But we are those kind of people who like making them on a fire.
To make a fire you need some logs. Some logs come from trees and some come from things that you cut up with a grown-up helping.
After you have made a fire and eaten up your snossiges (yum yum), if you are really lucky Fireman Sam will come and put the fire out. We’ve never been that lucky, it’s normally just my Dad that does it.
Our school has the Easter hat parade today. We all have to make our bonnets at home and then bring them in to see whose is the best – mine is obviously the best – and then we walk up and down the street and get our picture taken.
I don’t really know what hats or walking have to do with Easter, but we do get to have a picnic afterwards.
This is my hat, made by me and Daddy. It has fluffy rabbit ears and a fluffy tail and a playing card that has my name on it. Wuh-Eye-El-Dee spells WILD.
At my Auntie Vanessa and my cousin’s house they have lots of animals. More than just two dogs, like we do – and my two foxes called Bubble and Sister.
They have hens who lay eggs, but not in little boxes like at the supermarket, but big wooden boxes so you have to look for them.
And Taffy lives there too, Taffy is probably the nicest pony in the world, my mum says it’s a shame Taffy can’t live in London with us but we don’t have a big field or anything like my cousin does and also I don’t think Taffy would like going on the train.
But the newest animals there are Midge the dog’s puppies. There are eight of them (1,2,3,4,5,sixseveneight) – or ‘ocho’ if you watch Dora the Explorer.
I was pretty sure they wouldn’t miss one if I borrowed it – but actually I don’t think there’s any more room in our dog basket at home…
Me, Daddy, Doodle and my fox Bubble are on our way on the Big Train to see Grandma and Grandpa in Scotland for a holiday all week. Well, Grandma won’t be having a holiday, but we all will…
The train that goes to Scotland actually goes right past the back of our house so we can wave to it out of the window.
My mum said I wasn’t allowed to pack my guitar, but it doesn’t matter anyhow cos I’m going to sing Grandma a song when I get there. Mummy also said lots of other things about being good and not sticking stickers on any wallpaper and going to bed on time but I wasn’t really listening…
Just hoping whilst I’m away my brother Drum doesn’t eat all the biscuits and Huckle doesn’t hide my socks.