It took us ages to open all the lovely things, and just when we thought we'd finished Nanna, Grandad, Grandma & Grumps arrived with more! It was lovely to see everyone, but I'm still puzzled why Grumps went to sleep on the floor after lunch... and snored! - very strange.

I've got my lovely baby Annabel, with her very own pram (just like the one Alfie & me used to go in). She is such a hungry girl, I'm always having to feed her a bottle of milk... (are babies all like this?). I also got this fab trampoline which I can bounce really high on. I've already worked out that if I jump off the chair onto it then I go even higher!!! Alfie had a few goes and really liked it as well.

Alfie got a lovely wooden garage with these great cars (some of them make noises like real fire-engines & police cars - wow) & a smart wooden farm with some little animals.

These are just a few things I can think of, and just a small selection of the many things we got. A big thank you from Alfie & me to everyone who was kind enough to buy us a lovely present. I hope you liked the card we spent ages making & that Santa thought you had been good to, and brought you lots of lovely things to play with.   

As well as feeling very happy on Christmas day, I was a bit sad as Alfie was covered in the Pox, and was not as happy as he normally is. As I know he caught it from me, I did feel just a bit responsible for his discomfort. I must speak to Annalise to see if she is with lurg yet.

Must go... Annabel is thirsty again...... as a young mother its all work, work ,work!.

We have a Christmas tree, with lights. It had obviously had enough to drink and was ready to come indoors. Me & Mummy had a lovely time putting lots of shiny, dangly things on the tree & it now looks really pretty.... but it can't compete with the full-on light show over the road.. 

My pox has hardly dented my social calendar, and it has been a full program of events. First a lovely trip to see Grandma & Grumps, who like us claim to have two cats, but I only ever see one, and then mostly from the back as he is running away from me.

Then a starring performance, in every sense, at my nursery Christmas play. The face is a picture of concentration, and I feel show great promise for a future acting career (I just hope I've not already been type-cast!).

Finally a trip to the fun factory with Annalise, Jo, Harvey & Louis. We ran, climbed, jumped & dug for hours. Alfie had a great time and really enjoyed the big climbing frame (although he did bang his head a few times in the hall of mirrors... very confusing for a youngster). I can see Alf & Harvey having a few scraps when we go skiing, but with the current weight disadvantage, I reckon he's going to have to rely on speed & cunning, rather than force.....I'll have to get him in training for the impending contest.    

Alf was starting to get a bit cocky, thinking he'd escaped the pox, but no. I can exclusively reveal that he IS infected, and the tell-tale blotches are starting to appear. As we've just been to see Annalise & Harvey could they be next........?

The one thing the pox has done is take my mind off Christmas, however I can now give this my full attention.. Not long now.... how exciting!!!!!!

Today has been better, itching a lot less with Alfie & me having a great time with Grandma & Grumps (we had fun in a tent, in Grandma's front room! Alfie ate so much I thought he was going to burst. Me I just polietly picked at things as usual, although I must say the chocolate cake that Grandma made was lovely. I'm sure Alf will sleep well tonight as he must hve chased me up stairs about 50 times.     

We bought a Christmas tree yesterday, and its in the garden having a drink of water in a pot (stange but true, according to Dad anyway!) Hope we get to put it up soon, as the house over the road is covered in bright lights & ours is looking very bare.

Alf is worried that he's going to get the Pox, and as we've been up to our usual minxing tricks, he's got a pretty good chance, so the next few days could be interesting.... we'll keep you posted.. 

Alf continues with his walking skills (and his climbing is coming along impressively as well). He has been a miserable git this week, continually crying & winging (things that I obviously would never do!). He is having another few teeth come through, which I remember was not very nice, so I am sympathetic (even it it doesn't show). I'm sure he'll be over it soon.

Alf saw his first Father Christmas, and got some good presents. Me, I wouldn't go near him (scary man!) and had to send Nanna up in my place - I really must get over this Santa phobia!. 

It was nice of us to see our cousin Sophie at Nanna & Grandads, and to see her crawling around, and hauling herself up. She did seem a whole lot happier, and hopefully she picked up a few mischievous ideas from Alf (who nearly pulled everything off the side in their front room).

Just time to pop in and surprise Grumps with his birthday card (I was half expecting him to be asleep as it was after 8:00pm!.... well it was Saturday so maybe he treated himself to a late night).

Another trip to the ski club with Annalise (which reminds me, I'll have to tell you about my dancing classes next week), and with Alfie howling all the way to the ducks (and back), I was pleased to sit down with a lemonade, a packet of crisps & a bit of peace & quiet.  

He spends his time doing laps of the house and practicing his climbing (having such an agile sister has obviously rubbed off and he can get into some impressive situations (mind you, he's not always able to get out of them again!).

Didn't make it 4 pub trips in a row, but never mind as my good friends Jason & Louise from up North came to see me (yes those ones that don't talk proper, like what I do). We had a lovely time playing snakes & ladders, and with most of my other toys, which they seemed to enjoy a much as I did. Alfie went out for his 1st curry (and seemed to like the bread most (just like me). The nice people in the restaurant gave us lots of chocolate, so I must go there again.

Today we went to feed the ducks, but there weren't any! Just some funny long boats with people in who were waving big sticks & facing the wrong way round, Daddy said they were row-ing. After a quick drink at the ski club (I really can't wait to try, and I think Jason & Louise should learn as well), we just had time for lunch, some more Snakes & Ladders & it was time for Jason & Louise to go home. My eyes are heavy, and Alfie went to sleep long ago...... night

Not much to say this week as nursery & playschool were mostly uneventful. Alfie did however show off his walking skills to the nursery staff, who were very impressed.

The only highlight, of a rain soaked weekend, was another trip to the pub - my third Sunday in a row. This time everyone was there, and I showed Alfie the big warm fire (although fortunately he didn't get too close). We all had a lovely drink & a bowl of chips - hope we make it 4 in a row next week. 

The only disappointng thing was that we were supposed to go bowling again (Mummy was obviously looking to try and beat me this time), but there were so many cars we couldn't get to park. Mummy said that everyone was out Christmas shopping...does that mean that Santa will soon be here......... me & Alf had better be good, so off to bed early... night.

After nearly being frightened to death in a big dark room, with the biggest TV you've ever seen, that was sooo noisy, this was much more to my liking, and I seem to have a natural talent, as I beat Mummy's score. Mind you the balls are very heavy and I did drop one and nearly broke my foot... luckily I had these groovy shoes on that this nice man had given me. I do hope we have another go soon.

Alf had a good time trying to crawl down after the ball, and had to be restrained on more than one occasion, but he was just a bit too little to have a go himself.. 

He's not got much to say this week as he's been packed off to his sick bed again, all dosed up with that lovely medicine. Poor old chap has been trying so hard with his walking and can now walk round corners and even sometimes push open doors & walk through (when I'm not pushing back from the other side!). I tried to catch him on my hidden camera, but he was either too fast, or too wobbly, so as soon as he's a bit better (you really do not want to see all that snot!), I'll have another go at capturing him on film.

We had a lovely day with Nanna & Grandad who came to look after us when Mummy & Daddy went skiing on real snow. I am still very confused as there is no snow outside my house, so where was it? I thought I head them say it was indoors, but even I know that snow comes down from the sky, not the ceiling......can anyone help me understand.

Speak to again soon, assuming Alfie doesn't pass on the lurg to me.

So to the milestones, Alfie is proud to announce he can now officially walk (as verified by both Nanna's & Grandads). I am rather pleased that I retain the record for the youngest walker by a whole 10 days, but nonetheless a great achievement.

My achievement is the result of some dedicated practice, both at home & nursery.... I can now write my own name without any help, something that I still have to concentrate hard on, but is getting easier to read each time (and already nearly as neat as Daddy's writing!).

I also managed to talk Dad into taking me into the pub yesterday after a bike ride. We sat by a big warm fire & has a lovely drink & a packet of crisps....I'd highly recommend it to all my toddler chums. Given how easy it was to persuade my Daddy to go to the pub, I'm sure you wouldn't have too much of a problem either. 

Out house was looking very normal at this stage, but then this strange disease spread & cobwebs & a pump-kin (as I know know them to be) appeared in the dining room.

Our friend curly Megs came round (she really has a soft spot for Alf - don't know why, he's a beast!), with her Mum & Dad. We then made some spiders & things, before the highlight of the afternoon - the witches parade.

Alf spent the time trying ever so hard to walk, and he's better than he was last week, but can still only go a few steps before collapsing - I really think another week & he'll have got it. Of course I'm giving him all the help & encouragement I can (in my unique love/hate way). So soon we'll be tearing round the house at high speed - I can't wait!

What a good chap to take me to the Playbarn to share his day - pity is was raining otherwise we could have raced the tractors (as he's now mastered by motorbike at home, I'm sure a tractor would be no problem).

My house was then invaded by a steady stream of guests, until I'm sure they couldn't be room for anymore! Nanna's, Grandads, Uncles, Aunts & cousins everywhere. Luckily for Alfie he had plenty of people & things to play with (especially after Robert & I had helped him open his presents). There were some lovely things that I'll definitely be having a go with before long. Alfie says a huge thank you to everyone for his lovely things, and sorry he couldn't tell you in person.

It was good to see Robert again, and catch up on the gossip. I'm glad I'm not the only one struggling with my sibling, and that Robert sometimes has a tough time with his sister. These parents they just don't understand how much we are provoked by these seemingly innocent babies - it would test the patience of a saint, and we always get the blame! We are not perfect, but some of Alfie's knocks & scrapes are down to his walking attempts, which he's getting very close to now, another week & I think Its going to be one crazy house, with another tottering toddler......

Our other cousin, Sophie was her usual quiet & restrained self, happy to sit & watch the world go by. I bet she's just keeping note of all the crazy things people are doing, and will one day be as mad as the rest of us, or she'll be an accountant or tax inspector (something serious like that, so I'd better hide my child allowance in an overseas tax haven now!).      

It was nice of him to bring over a couple of pictures he'd taken at the wedding, which I thought were particularly flattering, I'll have to have him take more for my portfolio.

Not a lot to report really, except for a strange gathering one evening after nursery, with many of my friends, their Mums & Dad's. Something to do with pre-school. All that stuck in my mind was how dark it was walking back to the car, nothing at all about my future education.           

The highlight of the week has to be a party for Alfie, Louis & Harvey (who are, or will soon be 1 year old). Well, I say it was a party for them, really it was taken over by us older ones with the usual mayhem (including the near fractured skull on the bouncy castle. That Stephen sure has got a hard head!).

It seems that everyone had a lovely time, eating lots of good things (crisps, biscuits, chocolate etc) & it seems that Alfie is now very keen to let everyone know just how old he is (or will be soon - cos I know your birthday is not until later in the week).

I think, having overheard conversations, that there is a family gathering at my house this weekend, so hopefully some high jinks with Robert will be the order of the day & I'll have lots to update you on next week. Be good, or very bad!.   

Not only was Alf ill but he made me sick to, and Daddy.... only Mum seems to have escaped.........so far!    

So with the sickness hanging heavy in the air it was another week like the last, very boring (apart from my regular after nursery cycling with my chums in the close... Stephen, Elena, Sam & Sascia. I'm very fast on my bike now & Dad has to get on his own bike if he wants to keep up!

The only break from the routine was another duck feeding walk with Annalise, while Mummy goes skiing (with her own new yellow skis now.... how flashy!). I have to say thought, I saw her skiing for the 1st time in a while & she's much better..... Daddy will have to get practicing again or she'll be as good as you soon!

Funny thing was the ducks didn't want our bread so we went to see the swans instead. they were very greedy, and made  a very strange hissing noise when you went near. I did however remember my hand-threatening incident with a swan once & didn't get too close.       

Well I must give some thought as to how I can include Alfie into my world in a few weeks time & work on getting back to full fitness again.

I'm coming on leaps & bounds with my PC mastery & my games are now starting to make real sense (Winnie the Pooh now does what I want him to.... its amazing).

Last week was pretty boring as Alfie is a sick boy, so we've not been out much & had to cancel a trip to see Harrison, Darcey & Gracie who I hadn't seen for ages - baby brothers, who need them?  

That made a visit from Grandma & Grumps all the more enjoyable. Grumps was telling me all about his fishing... spending hours putting bits of fish into the sea to catch more fish, crabs & some funny sounding thing called a lob-star?. It does sound all a bit cruel, but then as I've come to learn already, life's like that sometimes.

As well as wanting all my toys, Alfie has been pestering me to include him in Edie World, which up to now I've always refused. However, being financially astute I thought that rather than buy him a birthday present, I'd offer to spend time on making him part of Edie's electronic world, which we has very happy with........watch this space for tales of Alfie the beast! - Edie & Alfie world, whatever next?.      

I'd not really come down from that when Stephen arrived, with his Mum, Dad & baby brother. This was obviously pre-arranged, but I'd heard nothing on the grapevine from Stephen (either he wasn't telling - I'll interrogate him later, or he has not been listening carefully enough - tut, tut, you'll never learn any of the juicy gossip like that!). We had a good time & were mostly well behaved - until we has an argument over the most trivial of things - you know how it it chums, the big things don't matter, its the little things that count!).

See what you think. I've now mastered this funny thing on the PC, called a mouse for some reason (although it looks nothing like any in my books), anyway I was showing Stephen some of my games, and he was helping on my special keyboard, when he obviously thought that after 10 minutes he could be an expert. Well, after several failed attempts it was clear that further coaching was required, but he refused my assistance. Thereafter a tug-o-mouse ensued & much screaming & wailing - funnily enough the only outcome was that the PC was switched off! - is there a lesson in here somewhere, was anyone in the right or wrong?

So that was the new, so what about the old....(well she is at least a month older), a trip to the Dinosaur Park with Annalise. Having only been there with Megan recently I was able to show her all the best bits. I have to admit she was braver than me and went inside this huge dinosaur that you could climb about (but it looked a bit dark for me). We were both very brave & stroked this funny white animal called a Ferret (they looked like they would be really wiggly).

All this, and a trip to Bungay to see Nanna & Grandad in their caravan, and a lovely tea outside in the field, for what might be the last time for a while as it started to get dark very quickly, we only just got to finish our food.

After such a hectic week I need to go & have a lie down.... gosh look at the time.......night .      

A bit more luxury that last time, we even had our own pool (well not in the cottage, that would probably be a leaky pipe, but just up the path. I had a couple of good splashes about in it, but nearly didn't return from one session as I was experimenting without my armbands and went a bit too deep, too quickly.... and sank!

The beaches were huge, very long and wide (with these great rock-pools, with funny creatures in). Lots of people in these funny black suits running into the sea with these big ironing boards.... not sure what that is all about!, but I didn't fancy it as my big toe went numb just dipping it in. Although we went a few times I didn't really get a chance to top up my tan, so still a bit on the pale side for my liking.

Visited the best indoor playground ever with these huge slides that went straight down (you went soooo fast even Mummy was really scared, but got down eventually). There were so many different things to do I was in there ages. I was temped away by the sheep racing, yes sheep with teddies on their backs running around a track, like horses on the TV..... very funny.

We went on this funny train thing that went up the side of a cliff. How it didn't fall off puzzles me, as I know it was steep as I walked down the hill. I heard it worked on water, so I must try drinking some before I next need to climb up something steep.

Alfie seemed to enjoy himself, although I have to be honest at times the town (or in this case the cottage) was not big enough for the 2 of us, and things did get a bit touchy between us - we both clearly need our space. 

An early couple of snaps to be going on with... more to follow.         

An otherwise eventless week, except for a visit to a strange place where we met Grandma, Grumps, Ben & Catherine. There were rows of people trying to sell what I can only describe as old rubbish from the backs of their cars / vans. I'll admit there was the odd good looking toy, but you really had to search for it, most of it was so dirty & broken.... what a weird place this 'car boot sale' - it is what is says on the tin I suppose.

As you can imagine, as girl has to have certain standards & I managed to resist the call of the trash & got a big, bright bear (he almost glows, he's that bright), that is supposed to look like Winnie the Poo, but doesn't really.

Ben & Catherine bought what I can only describe as a battered looking box (which I'm sure had something interesting in it) & Grandma some banana's (which I'm sure it would have been easier to buy in the supermarket, or have it delivered to your home like mummy does.... ooops hope that wasn't meant to be a secret that you don't really shop properly).

I'm on holiday next week, so I'll be a bit late with the next instalment, but hopefully it will be worth waiting for.             

No this was someone else's wedding, related to Mummy I think, but hey that was irrelevant, as once I saw that Robert was there, it really didn't matter.... the fun we had!

As with many things in life (as I know already) there is often a price to pay for fun, and in this case we were in church again (only seems 5 minutes since they were splashing Rowan with water). However on this occasion I was not so constrained, and buoyed with the confidence of other toddlers was dared by Robert to lie in the main path running down the middle of the church..... yes, after the lady in the big white dress had gone past obviously! 

I did notice a man with a camera, so hope I make it into the final version of  the file.... stardom at such a young age! Once we reached the party the fun started, helped by a bag of goodies and lots of room to run around & play.

It was good to see Grandad get up & have a bit of a dance with me, although he seemed to get a bit tired after a while... no stamina!

I had only a day to recover when we were whisked off with Megan to the Dinosaur Park, which was superb. So many climbing frames, swings and things to explore (including big dinosaur's... not real ones, just pretend in the woods). We ran & climbed all day, I was shattered. Alfie was again at nursery, so he seems to be bit of a regular. I will keep popping in to say hello & see he's alright.... well, you've got to look after these young defenceless boys haven't you.   

I've already learnt in my short life that there is nothing as certain as uncertainty, and this week proved this point once again.

Normally off I go to nursery, wave good-bye to Mummy & Alfie, have a lovely time, get picked up by Dad & Mummy & alfie are at home waiting for me............not anymore!. This time instead of leaving Alfie in the car, he came into nursery & stayed there!... was he lost, confused?... I know I certainly was! Even more confusing, half way through my tea I heard a familiar sounding car, and moments later spotted Daddy in the baby room with Alfie? My poor little head didn't know what was going on. We all went home, but no Mummy, where had she gone? - left us for being bad children... all sorts of thoughts went through my head.

This happened again the next day, although no Daddy in the baby room this time. I know this as I spent most of the time in there just in case he tried to make another surprise visit.

I am relieved to have found the answer, and luckily I haven't been abandoned, Mummy has gone back to work. Just like Daddy does, but just not for so long. This means that we'll have Daddy all to ourselves every night after nursery..... I still don' know whether to be kind & well behaved, or mess him about something rotten.... what tdo do think, or even do yourselves chums, let me know.

Fortunately on Saturday (I'm getting to grips with these day things now) it wasn't too hot, as I spent most of it outdoors. Firstly with Stephen, who's off on holiday to that Scot-Land place again (it must be good as he goes there a lot), then the whirlwind struck.... in the shape of Jack & Erin.

To be fair Erin was as much could up in the storm as making it, as Jack was doing enough running, banging, crashing & general mayhem for all us toddlers - where does he get the energy, even I was getting tired at the end of it.

He did however give me a handy tip of how to open Dad's new bolt on the back gate (clever stuff Jack!, I'd never thought of climbing up the gate like that to get at the latch), which led to a number of mass escapes from our back garden prison, which brought the guards scurrying to catch us.

I slept soundly that night I can tell you, before almost being frozen to death in my favourite big bath pool. I did remember overhearing Mum say that the heating was not working properly, but I was expecting it to be that cold -  I'm sure if I looked hard enough I'd have seen ice bergs!. Fortunately, I trip to a playground soon warmed me up, and ready to another week of toddler adventures.

Doing anything is such a struggle, and I know I've been very short tempered, so I'll apologise some more... its the heat you see, not the terrible 3's - honest.

As well as being tired, this heat has made me terribly accident prone.... I've barely got any skin left on my knees, and they are constantly covered in plasters..... very attractive. At least these were at the end, rather than the beginning, of some excellent scooting & cycling sessions with Stephen..... I feel I'm almost ready for exploring further, I'll have to drop a few subtle hints.

A Lowestoft double header & an unexpected visit from Uncle Jason, Auntie Helen & Sophie (who seemed a bit alarmed at the Alf beast scooting up to her at high speed). I'll have a quiet world with him for you.

I've been in boats before, but not the 2-Girl kind, so what a treat it was to go floating along on the water, rather than it it, cos it was freezing!, with Sophie, who acted like the captain of a large yacht. Uncle Jason was a brave boy, pulling us about the sea, and mummy even had a splash about, but why she still had her sun glasses on I don't know..... poser!

I'm lucky to be talking to you, as I nearly didn't make it back from a trip to see my cousin's, Robert, Rowan & Sophie. After another of those seemingly endless car journey's, finally a chance to stretch my legs and run around chasing Robert in his house. All was going well for at least 10 minutes when all I can remember is catching a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of something travelling at high speed, and then my poor nose exploding in pain, and worse..... blood running out of it - aaaaaaaaaaahhh!

Well, all I could do was scream, and wipe blood all over myself & anyone else that tried to help - hope it came out of your clothes everyone. Fortunately, it stopped bleeding quite quickly, but it has left me terribly disfigured, as you can see. 

I had a great time playing, without further injury with lots of people that has all come to see Rowan have water painted on her by some man in a long white dress, in a church, where everyone had to sit, stand, sit, stand and mumble these funny words - seemed like some weird cult ceremony to me - bizarre.

Fortunately, I was able through my toddler network call a fine plastic surgeon friend of mine, who fixed my nose, so back to my former elegant self - how vain I know!

I'm afraid I haven't the energy to say anymore - these sunny days are ok, but I just can't sleep, so sorry to all those I've been a stroppy hag to.

What has led you to this bizarre revelation, I hear you babbling to yourself. Well, this time Edie is not only asking you to 'trust me', although my loyal followers, I know you do, but picture proof of my own clone.

I think they rely upon our selective, and very short term memories (that we make Mum & Dad believe we have) to get away with the fraud, but with the power of my miniature camera, I have unearthed this worrying practice.

I pose you the same challenge as I gave myself, who is who?

As I need to ponder the implications of this discovery some more, I'll leave you with the thought, where is your clone.... are they watching you now?.

My friends seem fully recovered from their plagues, and normal service was resumed at nursery, with the full crew causing its usual chaos.

An unexpected treat, with a visit to see Amanda (although I was a bit freaked by the dogs, one of which was blind & kept sniffing me!). We had a nice picnic & played loads of hide&seek in the woods - I was exhausted.

My week was finished nicely by a visit from Nanna & Grandad, who got to see my scootering skills as I sped around the close on my pink Barbie scooter. Alas only the following day, buoyed up by this fine display, disaster.... one high speed manoeuvre too many and I came to grief, leaving a large piece of my knee on the pavement..... pain like nothing else, I nearly fainted! Funny though, its amazing the recovery you can make, assisted only by lots of hugs and a few smarties!          

I have been able to get the briefest snippet of the crawling Alfie beast, as I continue to spend most of my time fending him off my toys - the battle lines are well & truly drawn, with hourly battles for supremecy.

I cannot bring you the promised secret footage, as every time I've set my camera trap, he's been too fast & I've been left with just pictures of feet!.

Our current playful phase (I'm sure that Alfie's squeals are just for effect) reminds me of this Roadrunner cartoon that I saw the other day, where this funny animal kept trying to catch this fast moving bird thing, but always ended up missing (and getting badly hurt, which did not seem like a good idea).

Well, another week, another party. This time the last of the posse, my friend Jo. I hope I performed as expected at the party although I was a bit tired (too much sun & sea - we'd just been to the beach) & a bit of the lurg still left from the day before - thanks to Alfie.

Anyway we all seem to be a bit better, Stephen over the road is over the pox, the sun is shining, the pool looks inviting....the blissful life of a youngster. Now I just need to work on that tan, and everything will be perfect.

I can only assume he had been conducting secret practice sessions, as there were no obvious signs the day before (with Ben, Catherine, Grandma & Grumps). However the very next day he just decided enough was enough & started scampering around the place like he owned it!!!

This, as you can imagine, has been most inconvenient as I cannot guarantee that the things I want left alone, don't get grabbed. Already this has led to the odd tussle & tug of war (current score 3 - 0 in my favour, but he has got a fair grip for a youngster). I have however found that a body check is quite effective, as is the all-else-fails approach of lying on him works a treat, and gives me a well deserved breather from the confrontation.    

Aside from this, I had a great bike ride in the country with Annalise (although she didn't do much cycling of her own  - not sure why) & lots of fun at her house afterwards. Also a lovely swim & slide at the big pool, where I have definitely found myself to be far quicker down the slide if I am not held back by Mum or Dad, so solo flights only from now on.

I'll see if I can sneak some secret footage of the Alfie crawly in the next few days just to show what a beast he is. Wish me luck in my ongoing contests chums....let the battles commence!.      

3 Years Old

Its been one celebration after another, I feel like one of those Socialites. After the camping it was straight into a day with Grandma & Grumps, having been relieved to get my pink Barbie scooter (well done Mum & dad for listening!). We had some excellent fun at Fritton Lake (didn't I go there last year for my birthday as well?). As well as the big slides, I went on this funny little boat with Mum & Dad, which you had to peddle like a bike (lucky I just sat in the back and watched as it looked like hard work. Meanwhile Grumps had these big bits of wood that he was stirring the water with from in his boat, strange I know, but he was going faster than us, so  there must be something to it.

Then there was another party at the fun factory with all my friends, except Stephen who's got the pox. I got so many presents I didn't know what to open & play with 1st - thank you to everyone for coming, I had a lovely time.

Off to the woods next to see Uncle Jason, Auntie Helen & cousin Sophie who was recovering from the pox as well (will I be next for the dreaded lurg?). We had a lovely time messing about in the water, although it was the coldest pool I'd ever been in, my poor legs were blue. Alfie & Sophie seemed to enjoy themselves splashing everyone, including me - thanks!

Finally, and before I slip into a long & well deserved sleep Uncle Ben, Auntie Catherine came to see me, and brought more presents. It was a warm day so my private pool had to make an appearance, but I could not have anticipated the dunking I got from Uncle Ben.... was it something I said ?

An ordinary week turned into an extraordinary weekend with a camping trip with Nanna, Grandad, Shelly, Tom, Rowan & Robert. No Jason, Helen or Sophie as got the dreaded pox.... me spotty, no thanks!.

So in honour of our absent friend Robert & I proceeded to use up enough energy for 3, and I think we just about did it (especially seeing as Robert was asleep all Sunday morning while I nipped down the pub for opening time & a quick beer). The site was by the river and as well as lots of boats going up & down, there were lots of people with these long poles, sitting on the river bank, who seemed to be waiting for something (although very little ever seemed to happen!). I now know this is fishing, where the idea is to catch fish from the river... there must be an easier way surely, if a toddler like me can have a website, fishing..... mad or what!.

I will soon be reaching that milestone of a whole 3yrs old, more of that next week, however the camping was a bit of an advanced party, and some lovely presents, as you can see we've still got someway to go before the rollerblades are mastered (those doubters amongst you, please note I do share, occasionally!).

As fun as camping is, more so now with my own Edie sleeping bag, its nice to return to your own bed, as you can't slep as well lying on the ground. So good night for the last time as a 2yr old.     

So much fun in the sun, trip to Steven's house and great fun in his garden with tunnels, tents & a real trampoline (not just a bouncy bed) to play on. We were playing very nicely until... I put it down to the sun (as I hadn't been drinking for a change).. we just seemed to tire of playing and fancied a bit of a scrap! It was all over in a flash and with one slap round the face each and much wailing the contest was over, result score-draw.

Thank fully my private swimming pool made its first appearance of the summer & Sunday was spent frolicking about in the garden (splashing Alfie whenever possible), however you can see how much he enjoyed it.

As it has been almost too hot to sleep the past couple of nights, I'm really tired now, so chums remember the sun tan cream, not too high a factor though, as we all want a bit of a tan don't we - there's is brown, pale & interesting and there is white - I know what I want to be, a bronzed beauty!     

Yes you've read correctly, helpless teddy friends flung from the top of a tall tower with nothing but an overgrown handkerchief to break their fall. Fortunately I had not brought any of my cuddly friends along they were spared, their placed however taken by other, equally valiant volunteers.  

I am pleased to report that all daredevils returned safely, although one of Roberts had to be hauled, in what must have been a painful manner, out of a tree that a sudden gust of wind had blown him. Or was it another daring escape attempt - given that he is a character from the film Chicken Run, quite possible me thinks.

As there may still be some non-believers out there who are thinking that these warm nights have finally scrambled poor Edie's brains, and that such a thing a Teddy parachuting does not go on, especially in this supposedly civilised country of ours, here is the proof. 

Phew, there is just no let up in the pace of life in Edie world, its just one thing after another.... all good stuff at the moment though.

Having just about recovered from the tractor fest, Uncle Ben & Catherine came to stay and a good time was had by all (or I hope so, as I did).

I had another chance to find my sea (well river to be exact) legs on one of my favourite things, the local boat ride. No Dad has not yet won the lottery & bought a boat, it a little on that I've been on before, and this time is was much warmer.

The next day was another fun packed affair, with a feeding session for the ducks, and those' nibble, nibble hand' swans, with obviously some bread consumed by me. Followed by another favourite... the pub, some good food & fine beer (although I'm definitely becoming more of a wine girl if I'm honest, particularly a good full-bodied red).     

I was then able to demonstrate my full range of cycling skills, fortified by the lunchtime drink, a high speed, but remarkably no-crash display was enjoyed by the appreciative crowd.

Alas all too soon Ben & Catherine were gone, but I did get to see lots of trains, and overhear that we should be seeing them again soon.... hope so.     

Another week, another fun packed weekend. A swimming trip with a difference (Curly Megs came to with her Mum & Dad). I think her confidence was shaken by a fall on the edge of the pool, as she didn't want to go down the slide or jump in..... next time I'm sure. Well I've made a new discovery, I go much faster down the water slide on my own, and so now I'm desperate to break free at every chance.

An evening with Grandma followed which was really nice, some quality time without Mum & Dad.... (I'm sure they felt the same if they were honest!).

Then a visit to a strange place just down the road, a steam rally... whatever that is. All I can say was that there were loads of big tractor like things that puffed out smoke, and smelt like a fire. Some were boring, but some were sawing wood or digging holes which was pretty impressive.

Of course the best bit involved a bit of speed & danger. They had this big inflatable slide which was really fast.... I thought I'd shoot right of the end. Not everything was enjoyable as it seemed as this big wheel was a bit too big, and I got a bit scared I was going to fall off... even with Mum holding on tight. Again I hoped to bring you pictures, but these again are no more. The only evidence I have is of these big, bright horses that went round & round & up & down... again pretty fast.

After all this excitement, time for a lie down I think.      

I'd been piecing together this information, a bit of from Annalise, some from Jack, another snippet from Victoria, about this place called 'Butlins', but none of us really knew what it was all about, anyway all was about to be revealed.... and WOW! (I'm still getting over it so pictures to follow next week).

What a place, not only were most of my besttest chums there, but so many things to do.... dancing to LOUD music, swimming in the most fantastic pool ever (with slides & water that moved so you don't even have to swim!, and so warm it was like a bath),  and the real Noddy, who's car we got to drive.

It was such a fun place, and with so many other young people you could really forget that Mum & Dad were there.... until they needed to pay for your next drink of course!

The only downside was that I'm used to quality accommodation, both at home & away in the cottages we normally stay in, but this was not so nice. My bed was alright, until I weed in it (not my fault as someone forgot to put a nappy on me when I went to bed & when I woke up I was bursting to go). There were no luxuries to speak of & whilst I'm all for personal hygiene & love a nice shower, you felt more likely to come out of the bathroom more dirty than you went in!

Apologies for the snobbish outburst, but I think the youth of today, which I very much count myself as belonging to, needs to speak up on these important topics.

Alas it was soon time to leave, but something was wrong with Mummy (obvious by the way she moved only slowly, kept lying down & made those strange being sick sounds in the bathroom). It turns out, after a further sick incident down the side of Dads car!!!!! that she had been out drinking beer with Jack's Mum Bernie & had obviously had too much....... I don't know what an example to set the impressionable young...... "Dad get me another wine please!"      

Obviously this should have been a nice time with good food, idle chat & friendly play.... and did it end up like that..............no. Firstly thought I must say, nothing at all wrong with the food (compliments to the chef), regrettably little time for idle chat (as mostly time was spent breaking up local disputes between me & Stephen).

In our defence we were both tired & needed more space to express ourselves in.....caged tigers are not happy tigers!

So I must go quickly & quietly now as the evening came to an earlier than expected end, as I think people had become tired of separating us, and didn't want anything, or anyone, to get broken!, and I don't want to get into any more trouble......... bye.    

An unexpected treat was a trip with my friend Megan to Pettit's World of Adventure, where we had a great time, as you can see.

Nursery continued to have the added bonus of a trip home on the back of Daddy's bike. Megan did look envious when she saw me (but I must say I'm rather jealous of her nice new car, so I make that about even!).

I'll have too keep the entry brief as I'm recovering from a full on fun-fest with Annalise & Jo, who came to see me in the ex-Plague house, and we ran riot, both inside & out. I don't think I sat down for more than a minute in the 5 hours they were here. My feet hurt (as I didn't have any shoes on) and my tummy aches (from too much cake). Annalise & I had our usual love-hate session with plenty of hugs and kicks, whilst Jo ran around doing whatever we asked him (what an obedient servant). We all really liked the tent in the middle of the front room, which reminded us of our camping trip. There seemed to be some conversation on this subject, so who knows, maybe we'll be doing it again this year.... hope so.   

Its a shame it's too late for a bath as Mummy has got this Radox stuff that makes for a really relaxing soak in the bath, which I could really do with... maybe tomorrow.... night all.   

Out goes the promised visit by Jason, Helen & Sophie (which would have been a good change to get some gossip from afar)... also out a day trip to see Robert, Shelly & Tom (along with Nanna & Grandad, of course). I expect you are waiting to hear of the wild adventures I had instead, despite these setbacks, well I'll manage your expectations, there were some highlights, spraying Dad with the garden hose was definitely one, and Grandma & Grandad Grumps visit, who brought along Uncle Ben & Catherine (who's picture I really must add to the family tree... sorry). They seem to be planning some great adventure to somewhere or something  called 'Shaley'? I don't know really, I must listen more closely next time. I hope to learn more as they should be coming to stay in a few weeks.

Alfie seems to be getting better so hopefully I won't be stuck in the close for too much longer, as my cycling legs want to get out exploring.     

We had an excellent time in the sun, with a superb trip to the woods where there was every type of climbing thing ever imagined.... which I obviously just had to try. I also went the highest ever on a swing, thank to Louise's tireless efforts!

The next day was equally fun, with a trip to feed the ducks, although as we got there before dinner time there weren't as many about as usual. On the way back I saw a real snake (non-poisonous I hope!), then on walk by the river, another snake swimming.... which I didn't know they could do! We then had a  trip back on a boat (Alfie's first). I thought I'd be warm enough in my fleece but  I hadn't bargained on the chill that came with being on the water, I nearly climbed inside my life-jacket to keep warm.

After all that I think I need a well deserved lie down.        

I don't know why it is, or what I can do to rediscover my old self, it just that the smallest thing seems to freak me out. So if anyone can recommend a good kiddie counsellor then I'd be grateful.

All of this is making my reintegration into toddler society a slower & more painful process than I'd hope, and given that I didn't even catch the pox, all the more difficult to see any positives from. Sorry to leave you on such a downer, but that just how it is.......................          

I really haven't anything much to say really, as I haven't been anywhere! No Nursery, No new Playgroup with Annalise, No Jumping Jack's..... just my little world inside the 'Plague House'.

The only thing I've been able to do is to snatch a snippet of film from Robert & me on our bikes, which just goes to prove that my peddling skills are much improved......enjoy!

Lets hope I get out of quarantine in time for my next report, so I have something to say.        

Anyway despite this shock, I had a superb time in some place called the Cotswolds.... very pretty, and hilly (although I was mostly carried up & ran back down again - well that's what you do when skiing, so why not eh!).

The unexpected surprises didn't end with the property, but with the visit of Robert, Auntie Shelly, Uncle Tom & Roberts baby sister Rowan (who's smaller, and much quieter, than Alfie).

We had some fun chasing round and round, that was until I nearly knocked myself out bouncing off the bed.... Dad was there to catch me a second before but moved for some reason!

As you can see, the cycling is coming on a treat, with Robert also able to show off his peddling skills.

All that exercise is supposed to be good for you, but I don't feel very well, and nor does Mummy, so I'm off to my sick-bed......        

Firstly, cat lifting... now anyone who has ever tried lifting a cat (especially when they don't really want to be lifted) will know how tricky they can be to geta good grip on. Well practice make perfect, and now my cat Lilly can go wherever I want he to (as I pick her up & take her to the selected destination).

Second, and far more noteworthy, I've finally grown legs long enough to crack this bike that I've had since Nanna & Grandad kindly gave it to me last year. I can now speed round the close with my good buddy Stephen in his reclining vehicle. Going down even the slightest of hills allows for good acceleration, but these uphills are a bit on the tough side, and hurt your legs after a while....I'm sure its all good exercise to keep those legs nice & toned.        

Normally a run around at the ski slope with Annalise & Jo, or a trip to the Fun Factory is enough to wear me out, but on this occasion I made it through both, one after the other!

Having finished the ski slope fun (Mum the skiing is definitely getting better), rather than a lie down, there was barely time for a quick change when we were out of the door & into the Fun Factory with Jack. All credit to Jack, for a youngster (he's a whole 3 months younger don't you know) he was pretty agile, although he bottled it on the big curly slide from the top!

He was however responsible for the most spectacular incident of the day, when obviously tired, like myself, & obviously having been watching 1 too many circus programs on TV, though himself as a trainee knife thrower. With 1 quick, unpredictable action a knife when arcing through the air, striking a fellow diner on the back of the head!!! fortunately no serious harm was done, but all the same we felt it wise to eat up quickly and leave quietly.

In a strange way I was heartened by this incident as I was screaming to myself.... Hurrah, I'm not the only naughty one, I'm not the only naughty one.....we're all like it....... the relief I tell you was immense, and a green light for more minxing.         

When I was whisked of to Nanna & Grandad's (nothing strange about that as regular readers will know), without Dad, and with not just 1 sleepover, not even 2, but 3 nights away from my special bed.... I started to wonder.

I did however make sure I got full value from all the usual attention, and think I was also helpful in my own small way.... helping to take those mad dogs (Sam & Ella) for a walk on the beach every morning. To have the chance to run around in all that space every day.... just fetching sticks, stones or whatever else is thrown for them (sorry I can't get it to go very far - I'm only little after all).... what a lovely life.

All too soon it was back to nursery & high jinx with my chums & a return home... when all became clear. The bedroom that doubles as my trampoline had changed colour & been tidied up (looking a bit too smart now if I must say, especially as it look like Alfie will be sleeping there soon, judging by his cot). Daddy must have been a busy boy, and why he didn't come to Nanna & Grandads.... so it was just me being a paranoid toddler after all... girls eh, who'd have them!

I mostly like the novelty of the trips shopping with Mummy, but this time I wasn't really in the mood, and I wasn't getting what I wanted so made things a little difficult (as you do!). I redeemed myself at Grandma & Grandad Grumps with almost impeccable behaviour and am impressive display of football skills.

I had obviously used up all my good behaviour for the week, and was skilfully provoked into showing my darker side. All started well with Annalise & me watching our mummies skiing. After a while we'd seen every bit of the room, and played with the pathetic array of broken toys, so we started to turn on each other. Here is where the provocation comes in. Just as I know what winds Annalise up, so she knows how to make me mad, and we ended up shouting & pushing - not all the time I hasten to add. Well this best friend / worst enemy thing carried on at Joe's house (who kept himself at a safe distance as the critical times). I think I'd put the result down as a scoring draw, as she gave as good as she got - fair play, best buddy!

A nice treat awaited a visit to Nanna & Grandad, with an ever growing cousin Sophie there to see me. She did appear to be enjoying herself, sitting up and knocking over anything within reach..... how I remember those days of innocence - they play havoc on your stomach muscles, after 6 months of lying down I can tell you!

A regular readers will know how I like my trips to the beach, to see the sand & sea, well after this visit I'll be looking for a weather report before venturing out, as I was lucky to return alive!. I should have know judging by the layers of clothing that everyone was putting on, and the fact the Nanna & Grandad were not even going to leave their house. Anyway we reached the beach and I nearly froze on the spot, despite all my thickest clothes. I bravely made it to the sea (more than Mummy & Alfie did), but did little more than look at it before making a quick exit, for the warmth of a cosy cafe & a glass of orange squash.

A lesson my toddler chums, never think it is warm outside until you have been out there, appearances from behind the glass of the window can be deceptive - wrap up warm of freeze!.

Having watched with some sadness the final demise of my prize snowman, life returned to its now familiar routines, with very little worthy of mention.

Then having resigned myself to this uninteresting pattern, I was pleasantly surprised by the arrival of Annalise, Debbie & Harvey - which was obviously an invitation for some full-on minxing!.

Having worn out the carpet through running round in circles, and nearly bounced poor Annalise off the makeshift trampoline that is the bed in the spare bedroom, I can only put my largely, but not wholly, unprovoked attack on my best friend with a wooden brick to the head as a result of some form of altered state brought about by the rapid departure of not one, but two snowmen.... without so much as a goodbye! 

Fortunately she wasn't too badly hurt as she proved by having a retaliatory, but have have to say I deserved my time in the sin-bin, and am sorry. All seemed to have been forgotten by the time she left, so I hope she's not still plotting her revenge for the next time we meet. 

Who needs enemies when you can have a friend like me!

As you can see not only is it fun to run in and throw about, its a great medium for expressing my artistic talents (obviously all my own work.... well I put the buttons on).

The snow fun was topped off with a trip to see the skiers, with the difference that Dad took my skis and I had a little go myself (definitely better than last time). By the time Annalise & me had finished our high-speed sledging I was ready to drop... I don't know ho Kerry was still standing as he'd been pulling us around for ages (what a good work horse he was.... Annalise has obviously got him well trained!).

The snow has now all but gone and poor snowman has lost his head and both arms, and is fast becoming just a blob, so like him I'll just melt away.... until next time. 

Just when you think you are making progress to be proud of, in my case seemingly winning the battle with the potty,.... something comes back to get you.

In this case the early warning signs that my body was giving me that a wee was imminent seem to have gone, or I'm too busy minxing to notice them. Whatever, progress has been swiftly backwards this past week with a number of embarrassing & very public 'accidents' - the worst was with my friends, I just hope they weren't too bothered by my soggy state.

Anyway, as you can see things have reached crisis point, and I'm taking drastic action... wherever I go, potty goes to.

I had a nice swim with Mum, Jo & Kirsty and definitely feel that my wild thrashings are a little more coordinated, and as a result progress through the water more sedate - hopefully swimming will be back more regularly as it really is good fun. I just hope Alfie graduates from the bath to the pool soon so I can give him a real soaking!!!

I'm sure you are wondering just what I'm going on about, well I was recently asked to play to the camera with Alfie & just thought I'd try and be sensible for once & see what the result was. As you can see I don't scrub up too badly for a tearaway toddler if I say so myself).

Some continued steps to normality with the welcome return (for me, I don't know whether the lovely staff would say the same though) to nursery & the chance to compare Christmas stories and present lists with my chums. I certainly can't complain, we all seemed to get something a bit different, but certainly my haul compared favourably, so I don't feel short-changed & under-loved!.

I hope the few flakes of snow is not all I get to play in this year. I know I'm not going skiing this year (Alfie's too small), so I will not have my winter wonderland like last time, but I hope there is some more at home.

I know its been cold as we went to feed the ducks on the river and it was covered in ice. This didn't stop the ducks from coming after me & my bread.... they are sooo cheeky they try and get it out of your hand, or bag, (after my previous scare with the Swan, I really don't like these things trying to nibble my hands  - I could loose a finger!!!!!!). I survived, and was warmed by a packet of crisps and some beer at a nearby pub, which I could certainly get used to. 

 Until next time.

I've got this fabulous wooden dolls house with everything in it that a real house has... beds, chairs, tables, even a shower & toilet!.... seeing is believing. I'm already having so much fun with it. Also this little machine that plays the sounds of the Tweenies, seemingly from these small tapes, no idea how it works but great to have stories on the move.

There is also an extensive collection of new books & puzzles (the Winnie the Poo one is especially good, and nearly covers the whole floor when its done... its huge!)

Start how I mean to go on, as far as my New Years celebrations are concerned, I had a superb time at Annalise's house, where we played, chased & fought, until after 12:00!!!!!, my latest night ever by some distance. However even at my tender age I've learned that there is always a price to pay, and I paid with such tiredness as I've never known before, that lasted well into the next day that led Nanna & Grandad to see another glimpse of my dark-side, as I couldn't keep my angelic mask in place all day....... oh dear I hope that they don't think too bad of me.

After I introduced Edie World to Alfie the other evening, he has been pestering me for something for him, which he wants me to do as his little fingers are not yet any good on my laptop keyboard. I've therefore generously created Alfie's Corner, which I've said I'd help him with until he's big enough to do it himself - It's the 1st item on the menu - check it out.