Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Here I am with my bathtime buddy Uncle Neil. Helen and Neil came over on Sunday for some tea and I must say that I've never seen such a bunch of grumpy grown-ups. Obviously illness played a part, but what was Daddy's excuse? Things calmed down a little at bath time. Neil took his frustration out on me by continuously pouring cups of water over my head and laughing as I proceeded to squirt water out my mouth. They can't seem to keep away as they're back again on Saturday for a quiz at the church hall. Daddy's stopping home to look after me, and I must say that without him I don't much fancy their chances.
Saturday arrived crisp and bright as a newly laid lettuce. Sabba and Rosie had come to stay so we hot-footed it down to our local zoo just for the hell of it. Although wild animals were abundent and we were never a stone's throw from a roar or a shriek, photo opportunities were a little skant. Daddy off ered to pose me with the Bengal tiger but was met with disapproving looks from everyone except the tiger. It was my idea to joy-ride on the zoo's tractor, and had made it 5 miles down the A140 before I was caught by the fuzz. Those curly bits on the back of my head are getting out of hand. We then had a look at all the animals, my favourites being the monkeys, the seals and the tigers. They also had a farm area with some very noisy pigs and cows who can oink and moo a lot louder than me. Daddy forgot the pushchair. Half the time he had to carry me around which served him right, but I also got the opportunity to practice my walking. This pleased everybody, especially the next day when they woke refreshed after my unbroken night's sleep. We will return soon...
Happy Birthday Auntie Jane! I won't reveal your age but it's pretty old! What a lovely day we had and the best thing was the wonderful surprise - Celebrity Matthew came! I may be small but I read Hello, and it was wonderful to hear Matt relate tales of his nights spent with the stars who, until then, were mere pictures in a magazine. I now feel I know them all personally. We especially liked the story about how Bobby Ball, Lenny Bennett and Matthew played an hilarious practical joke on Curly Watts from Coronation Street. Needless to say it was harmless and a lot of fun. It had me and Jane laughing (see picture), while Avril was speechless and even stopped snapping for a few seconds. Perhaps Jane was still feeling excited about the cabbage we'd bought her, and the tickets to see E.L.O.
Just taking time out to listen to some sounds. Play that funky music white boy! I must say that the bassline on 'Dingle Dangle Scarecrow' is phat!!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Just a quick Blog to anounce the arrival of my new shoes. I am still very excited about them, even after a week. They are the latest 'cruisers', which means that I am at that important stage between crawling and walking. As you can see from the picture I put them to use crossing a treacherous bridge at Haughley playground. I found it very easy - you could say it was a walk in the park (geddit?!). Well a big thank you to Auntie Jane and Nana for treating me to these. I might add that they will no doubt need replacing in 8-10 weeks. Daddy asked me to write that bit, can't think why. Anyway, when they get too big I'm going to put them away in their little box, so that when I'm grown up I can marvel at how little my feet were. They are also cute too.
Loveto you all, Herbert the Sherbert xxx
Labels: New Shoes
Friday, January 12, 2007
Just thought I'd stick these heart-warming pics on my Blog to show you what fun I have and how cute I am. I have for a long time been proud of my dribbling, and if you look closely (click on it to enlarge), the first picture shows a perfectly vertical line of saliva emanating from my funny little mouth. You can also experience my dribble at first hand by kissing me on the lips or anywhere in that general region. For the more squeamish among you (Auntie Helen!) I have perfected the art of blowing kisses. The second picture shows me and my Daddy about to set off on an expedition to the post box. This is becoming a regular jaunt in which we both pull our weight. Daddy takes my weight (literally!!!!!) using the back-pack. I am the brains behind the operation as I know how to post the letters in the red box up the road. We've done this a few times now and I expect the box is getting pretty full.
Last but not least is a pic showing a special part of my day when I get read a story before bed. This was a story about a teddy, so naturally my own favourite 'Soft Bear' had to listen too. Mummy's eyesight is not what it was, so we buy books in braille.
Bye Bye for now, Herbert xxx
Dear admirers of all things Herbert,
Last week was certainly eventful! Fans of Yves Klein (and I know there are quite a few of you reading this) will know of his experiments in body-painting. In attempt to recreate this concept I designed my own unique patented paint which I have named Herbert's Old Newton Krimson (HONK). Controversy ensued as, in a radical post-modern fin de siecle moment, I recreated a car accident to the distress of onlookers by daubing myself in said paint and falling asleep in my seat. Only joking! What actully happened was that the nursery assistants simulated an Yves Klein artwork by daubing my friends and I in paint and letting us roll about on a big piece of paper. Needless to say I was the messiest!! I then fell asleep on the way home. Daddy checked the paint had dried and took me up to my cot, allowing me some much needed sleep before a rather crazy bath. It was like a sit-down version of the shower scene in Psycho. Without the knife.
The other photo you see is another benchmark in my life. Mummy made me a delicious juice which I proceeded to slurp from my rocket cup. Who needs baby beakers - make mine a pint! Perhaps I should send this photo to The Juicmaster? I reckon this new-found confidence was brought on by my new shoes, but more of that later...
Love to you all,
Herbert xxx
