Beveridge Park

Daddy took me to see Gran and Grandad. It was a lovely day so we went to Beveridge Park in Kirkaldy. They've got a new kids park there with some great equipment. Daddy especially liked the little diggers that really work (unfortunately no photos). Given the weight of them, all the kids reckon they're only there for the dads anyway.
Check me out coming down the tunnel slide. It was great fun but a little difficult for a wee guy like me to get up to so Grandad helped me. Here's photo of him coming down the fireman's pole afterwards!

Silver Sands

Mummy and Daddy took me to Aberdour Silver Sands beach today. It was bitter cold and windy. I think Mummy and Daddy were going to just turn and leave again but I insisted they get the kite out. They let me play with the kite for a bit but thankfully someone kept hold of me at all times as the wind was stronger than I had realised.

By the time we put the kite away, Mummy and Daddy really did want to leave but I was having none of it and insisted we go for a walk along the beach. Since the beach is much shorter now (Daddy said it seemed a lot bigger when he was a boy) it wasn't long before we were scrambling along the rocks and slipping on the seaweed. Loads of fun swinging from Mummy and Daddy's arms for me although they didn't seem to be enjoying it so much.

After the beach, we went to see Auntie Vikki and Uncle Ian and went out for some lunch. It was very good to see them because I haven't seen them for a wee while. They go off to America on holiday tomorrow, hopefully they'll bring me a nice present back with them.

Don't drink it if there are bubbles in it

I'm a toddler who enjoys a glass of milk as much as the next toddler. But give me it with bubbles floating in the top and I know it's because you're trying to poison me. Milk shouldn't have bubbles, not even if it's just been poured from a freshly shaken carton. However, I've discovered that if you use a straw, you can avoid the poisonous bubbles and just drink the lovely fresh milk below. You have to get up early to out-smart The Boy. Then of course, I realised that with a straw, I could make my own bubbles. And milk bubbles (especially goats' milk bubbles) are particularly good. Check out this picture, but believe me when I tell you that I got a lot more bubbles and someone (not me!) had to clean the kitchen floor up afterwards. Mummy and Daddy have started to control my milk movements since this happened.

Is that pasta?

Last week, Mummy tried to sneak some pasta into my diet. But I caught her out. She made something different for dinner. It was cheesey chicken strips and they were very good. She served them up with some veg and something she called 'letters'. To be fair, they quite obviously were letters so I didn't question her. But once they were on the plate in front of me, I could see what was really happening here. "Is this pasta?" I asked her. I touched my lip with some and said "I can taste the pasta." She caved immediately of course and confirmed it was pasta. But because she'd made such an effort I ate some of it. Check out the picture, it even spelled out my name. I also continue to maintain my unbeaten pasta record. No matter what version or shape of pasta she serves up; no matter what she attempts to hide it in, I can spot it...

Just hanging around

I want to get out but this handle will not come down. I thought these problems would be over now I'm tall enough to reach it. Guess I'll need to wait until I've put on enough weight to work it properly. It's strange though, it does work correctly sometimes...

Do you know the muffin man?

Daddy and I baked some biscuits at the weekend. They were ginger biscuits and we were able to use my new range of cutters to cut them out. The picture is only a small selection of the different shaped biscuits we now have. They're yummy! I helped with the measuring and the mixing. We spent ages mixing up the ingredients after we put the butter in to get the right consistency and it would have taken Daddy all afternoon without my help. It was good fun and well worth the mess!

They all rolled over and one fell out...

I have to tell you this story as it was told to me by Mummy because I don't actually remember it myself. A few nights ago, after I'd gone to bed, Mummy and Daddy were watching telly and they heard a thump from upstairs. They naturally thought that I was getting up for some reason. Mummy came up to investigate and found me like this. I had fallen out of bed but was still asleep. Mummy and Daddy were pretty concerned and immediately rushed to get a... camera and take a few snaps for evidence. Thanks Mummy and Daddy. Apparently they just scooped me up (after they'd finished giggling at my expense) and put me back to bed. I slept right through the whole experience.

I love sweetcorn

Especially corn on the cob. No more to say really...

Sunday walk

Last week, Daddy took me for a long walk. We went to Beecraigs Country Park, specifically to the Loch. It's a long walk, 2.25 miles around, which is much further than I've walked before. Daddy was pretty worried he'd have a lot of carrying to do! But I made it all the way, and half of it was in the pouring rain. We left the car park and headed around the loch in a clockwise direction. The first part is through a wee forest which was quite muddy which was a lot of fun because I had my wellies on! At the other side of the loch is a wee fish farm where you can feed the fish. We bought a couple of cups of fish food and went to feed the fish. That's when the torrential downpour started. We sheltered under some trees for a bit but it didn't let up. So we just decided to get wet! We finished feeding the fish and then headed for the car. We were still about a mile or more away so it was a fair distance and by the time we got back we were soaked through. It didn't help that I felt the need to jump in all the puddles on the way back! It was very good fun. The picture is taken just before we got to the fish farm and the rain came on.

Life is a great big canvas

I ran out of space on the bath the other night when drawing with my bath crayons. I had to start drawing on myself. It's not terribly clear in this picture but I've even been drawing in my hair here. It worked remarkably well and has given me a taste for a tattoo. Just need to convince mummy. I could get a variation of those traditional hard-man tattoos on my fore-arms. You know, the ones that say Mum on one arm and Dad on the other. Except I'll go for Lilo and Stitch instead because I can't get enough of them at the moment.