Poem: Alien From Mars

This is a poem I did for my school project.

There was an alien from Mars
who liked to eat whole cars.
The steering and brakes
gave her stomach aches
so she kept those parts in jars

Dream House

I painted this with water colours.

This is my dream house. My dream house is going to be our next house.

I wish we were rich!

Daddy in the kitchen

I was sitting in the kitchen and I got the board and pen out and drew my daddy in front of the sink.

I love this drawing slate!

Songs to learn for school

I have to learn these songs by Friday.

I can see clearly now

Space oddity

Star trekkin

Rocket Man

Piggy bank

I made a pig out of a plastic bottle. Its skin is black tissue paper, pink for the nose. The ears are pink card. It's  shiny because I painted it with PVA glue. There's a slot in its back so we can put coins in.   

The Lorax - Let it Grow

I have to learn how to sing this for school.

Old photos

This is me on my way home from school in Middleton. We lived there for four months last year.

Oliver was too young to go school. You can see my school just above my head, at the end of the road.

Playing conkers

On Sunday we played conkers. We played in the greenhouse because it was windy and rainy outside.

First we made a hole in the conkers. Then we put a string in. Oliver held up his conker and I hit it with my conker.

I won and my conker was a 3-er.

Me and Oliver eating ... not sure ... kind of strips of carpet made out of the bits of fish that nobody would otherwise eat. Daddy's not keen on them, but we love them!

Here's another photo that's so similar, I struggle to think of something interesting to say about it:

Rowan's photos from Cheltenham 2007

Rowan gave Daddy some photos of me when I was playing with him in Cheltenham when I was there in 2007. We played on the slide and swings at a play area in the park, and I liked 'fishing' for coins in the fountain in the town centre!

Enjoy.

Oliver and me March 2009

Here's a photo of me and didi (that's younger brother in Chinese) looking quite respectable. We don't, usually. Oliver is being a bit naughty since he has learned to walk, and so I have to say "Didi da wo!" (younger brother hit me) a lot to Mummy and Daddy, who don't respond nearly quickly nor nearly violently enough, in my opinion.

I'm sorry Daddy has been so slow to update my blog, and there are so few pictures over the last year. When he gets back from the UK I shall give him a stern talking to. I just can't get the staff.

An update from far away

Daddy is in the UK at the moment, being asked why he hasn't updated my blog and why he isn't carrying any photographs to show relatives. In desperation he has had to upgrade his phone, and ask mummy to switch his laptop on here so he can get some photos. Uncle Mike (Mary's Mike) said "Cor that's good!" when he saw Daddy do it from Mike's PC in Lancaster, but I think it would have been more impressive if Daddy had been organised enough to take some photos with him. It would have been so simple - but Daddy invariably has to turn every simple task into an opportunity to build a Space Station.

Here's a photo of Oliver - someone asked if he had curly hair. He has one curly hair, I think. You can see it in this photo. I'm wondering when Daddy will set up a separate blog for Oliver. No doubt he'll turn that simple task into something epic too.

That's it for another update

I'm sorry daddy is so slow with these things. I'm sure as soon as I really understand how slowly he updates my blog, I'll light a fire under him and see if I can improve his work rate. Daddy's excuse about Oliver keeping him awake and disturbing him all the time is starting to wear a bit thin. Oliver only sleeps once or twice during the day now and only wakes up briefly once at night. He's started eating a lot more. Daddy says he eats nearly as much as I do (his bottles are the same size), and he eats very fast. I like to enjoy dinner times, the longer the better. Anyway, daddy had better finish up and go to bed now before he starts rambling.

See you next time!

Now it's daddy's turn to lie down

... and be jumped on! Oliver has been able to pull himself up to standing since mid-October, and has even climbed the first half of the stairs a couple of times. I have enjoyed Oliver's company once or twice in the last few weeks, but most of the time, I shout things I've learned from mummy and daddy: "Don't touch", "No, mine", "bu yao dong!". But the thing that really annoys daddy is when I run to him shouting "Teacher! You see you see you see!".

Oliver mobile in October!

Then in October, he suddenly just took off like a rat up an drainpipe! We have to keep the downstairs bathroom door locked shut now, he loves to crawl out there, and behind the sofas, and under the table, anywhere and everywhere! He has a very stylish crawl, with his belly in contact with the floor rolling his shoulders and hips like a freestyle swimmer. He got his first tooth about the same time too, so he leaves a bit of a trail wherever he goes. He's not very dribbly. Daddy says I wasn't very dribbly either, but there was nobody to follow me around shrieking "Eeeww!" every 10 seconds.

Lying down until September

...and that was it for the next few months. It was a big relief. All Oliver wanted to do was turn over, watch and laugh. I didn't pay him much attention, just running to get mummy or daddy if Oliver poked his legs over the side of his bed.

Taking the world in

That was it for another few months. Oliver seemed to be content to take the world in after that. Whenever he could, he'd turn himslef over onto his front and look around. If he couldn't, more whinging. It was comparatively easy to entertain Oliver for a while, mummy or daddy just had to turn him onto his belly, and he'd just look and be happy.

And then Oliver got out of his bed

How exciting! Mummy and Daddy almost wept for joy. After nearly 6 months of lying on his back whinging, he flipped over at the end of July and seemed impressed with himself. Apparently I was demonstrating my (assisted) walking skills in Thailand when I was only 5 months old, so Oliver's taking his time.

Do I look big in this?

Daddy keeps saying we'll go clothes shopping, but it never seems to happen. This is also from July. 3 months have gone by since this photo was taken and daddy still hasn't bought me any new clothes. Time to stop reading Malaysian political blogs daddy, and start browsing clothes shops!

Daddy doesn't like to see me using a bottle still, but he's outvoted. All that talk about democracy, and he still wants his own way - what a silly billy!

Time to catch up

Everything that hasn't happened in the last 6 months is Oliver's fault. That's what daddy says. Oliver did spend a lot of time crying and power napping. Then at nights he spent a lot of time crying and not sleeping at all. He's a lot better now, sometimes we even play together nicely when mummy and daddy are watching. This picture is from July, Oliver's about 4 months old

He eats a lot better than I did when I was a baby, apparently. Mummy and Daddy say I was much less trouble. Seems like I'm in credit - time to spend!