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2008-06-26 00:00:00 by Rachel Checksfield
My life so far...
I haven't always lived here though - I lived elsewhere for the first 38 weeks of my life (it would have been 40 weeks but moving day was brought forward by some doctors, can't remember why now!). My old home was much darker, and warmer but there was so much noise you could hardly hear yourself think!! There was my heartbeat, and my Mummy's, there was the swooshing noise that my ...
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New diary story
2008-06-26 00:00:00 by Rachel Checksfield
Hello World!
Anyway, more about me - well like I said I'm nearly 2, it ...
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by Rachel Checksfield
I've been had!!
It has now become apparent that for the last few months, mummy and daddy have been conning me. Yes, conning me. A travesty I hear you say? Indeed it is.. Let me tell you the whole story...
It started on a gloomy, grey day about 11 years ago (mummy says it was about 10 months ago, and that I'm prone to exaggeration - she's clearly wrong though, I've told her a million times that I don't exaggerate!). I was sitting in my lounge (the one I am forced to share with all our furniture) looking out of the big slidy see-through doors, at the paradise of mud and grass that is called, apparently, the 'gar-den'. It is much bigger than my other baby-den, but that just means I have more room to play! Or at least I would if i was ever allowed out there, which brings me nicely on to my point about my parents being complete con artists!! They kept saying that when "Summer" arrives I can go out, I can be released from this dirtless, mudless, wormless and bug-deprived room - and because they are mummy and daddy, I listened, I trusted them.
The bombshell came this past weekend when, thinking I wasn't listening (thanks to my new trick of putting jigsaw pieces in my ears! It looks like I can't hear anything when really, sound travels quite well through cardboard so I can in fact keep tabs on everything that is going on. Sneaky, huh?!) they announced that Summer was clearly not coming at all this year. What?! Why? How could this be? Why did Summer not want to visit anymore? Didn't he or she know I was depending on their arrival?? Mummy and daddy knew summer wasn't coming this year because they were "supposed to be at a ShowAir this weekend", to see some planes flying around but they couldn't go because the people who fly the planes around said there was "too much rain and too much mud..." like there is such a thing!?
And that is how I found out that Summer was not visiting, and that I will probably never be able to experience and enjoy the outside den. Like I said, I've been had.
Its a cruel world, people, be on your guard and don't let this happen to you!
KC x
It has now become apparent that for the last few months, mummy and daddy have been conning me. Yes, conning me. A travesty I hear you say? Indeed it is.. Let me tell you the whole story...
It started on a gloomy, grey day about 11 years ago (mummy says it was about 10 months ago, and that I'm prone to exaggeration - she's clearly wrong though, I've told her a million times that I don't exaggerate!). I was sitting in my lounge (the one I am forced to share with all our furniture) looking out of the big slidy see-through doors, at the paradise of mud and grass that is called, apparently, the 'gar-den'. It is much bigger than my other baby-den, but that just means I have more room to play! Or at least I would if i was ever allowed out there, which brings me nicely on to my point about my parents being complete con artists!! They kept saying that when "Summer" arrives I can go out, I can be released from this dirtless, mudless, wormless and bug-deprived room - and because they are mummy and daddy, I listened, I trusted them.
The bombshell came this past weekend when, thinking I wasn't listening (thanks to my new trick of putting jigsaw pieces in my ears! It looks like I can't hear anything when really, sound travels quite well through cardboard so I can in fact keep tabs on everything that is going on. Sneaky, huh?!) they announced that Summer was clearly not coming at all this year. What?! Why? How could this be? Why did Summer not want to visit anymore? Didn't he or she know I was depending on their arrival?? Mummy and daddy knew summer wasn't coming this year because they were "supposed to be at a ShowAir this weekend", to see some planes flying around but they couldn't go because the people who fly the planes around said there was "too much rain and too much mud..." like there is such a thing!?
And that is how I found out that Summer was not visiting, and that I will probably never be able to experience and enjoy the outside den. Like I said, I've been had.
Its a cruel world, people, be on your guard and don't let this happen to you!
KC x
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by Rachel Checksfield
My midnight snack!
Oh my word! I haven't had so much fun overnight in a long long time! In fact I think the last time was when I discovered "hanging from curtains" (a long story..)
Due to the fact that I dropped off to sleep at lunchtime yesterday, when it came to bed time last night I was far from sleepy. I played for a while, tried to open the blind that Mummy thinks keeps my room dark and when that didn't work I tried to chew the pulley cord. I moved across to my chest of drawers and promptly emptied the lowest drawer - lots of trousers all over the floor with lots of buttons to chew! I hid under the bed for a bit, until I realised that there was no-one to hide from so I came back out.
I thought it was about time I started crying and annoying someone else, so I opened my mouth and began to yell - softly at first, crescendoing to a loud wail fairly quickly. I heard daddy's footsteps on the stairs and the creaking of the small climbing frame they have installed across the top of the stairs - and then he came in to give me one of those lovely cuddles - his voice says I love you but his eyes say "I want you to go to sleep!".... He laid me down in my bed, and kissed me as usual. I felt something drop out of his top pocket on to my bed, but I didn't alert him to this fact as I realised he would probably take it away if he noticed. I smiled sweetly and off Daddy went. And then the fun started!!
Even this morning I don't know what it was that he left with me, but it was white, round and very hard to eat. It felt slightly shiny. It was in a small metal case, which I have to say was very chewable indeed! The best thing about this object was its crumbly property - I managed to get bits everywhere - even as far as the floor, the door and the wardrobe!! I can tell you are as impressed as I was!
On awaking a couple of hours later, I was most excited to find that all the small crumbs that I had distributed throughout the room were still in place... some had even stuck to my pyjamas! Way to go, me! I let out a shriek of delight which, annoyingly, mummy mistook for me having a poo and sent daddy in to fix it. He, of course, saw the crumbs and the object that he'd left with me... I was scooped up, and held tightly whilst all my hard work was taken away - bit by bit, crumb by crumb it all went.... I tried to cry but astonishment took over and I could barely speak - how cruel was this man? Does he not realise how long that mess had taken me to make? Oh the horror of it, I was very annoyed and finally got my voice enough to let Daddy (and mummy, and even Auntie Pauline next door!) know. I was plonked back in my bed and left to "think about what I had done".
I started thinking about how to get this object back and where they might have moved it to, but halfway through my plan forming I must have fallen asleep - I awoke this morning to a rather cross mummy, who after a nice long cuddle from yours truly, has been persuaded that the whole episode was daddy's fault not mine! Hurrah!
So how was your day?
Matthew x
Oh my word! I haven't had so much fun overnight in a long long time! In fact I think the last time was when I discovered "hanging from curtains" (a long story..)
Due to the fact that I dropped off to sleep at lunchtime yesterday, when it came to bed time last night I was far from sleepy. I played for a while, tried to open the blind that Mummy thinks keeps my room dark and when that didn't work I tried to chew the pulley cord. I moved across to my chest of drawers and promptly emptied the lowest drawer - lots of trousers all over the floor with lots of buttons to chew! I hid under the bed for a bit, until I realised that there was no-one to hide from so I came back out.
I thought it was about time I started crying and annoying someone else, so I opened my mouth and began to yell - softly at first, crescendoing to a loud wail fairly quickly. I heard daddy's footsteps on the stairs and the creaking of the small climbing frame they have installed across the top of the stairs - and then he came in to give me one of those lovely cuddles - his voice says I love you but his eyes say "I want you to go to sleep!".... He laid me down in my bed, and kissed me as usual. I felt something drop out of his top pocket on to my bed, but I didn't alert him to this fact as I realised he would probably take it away if he noticed. I smiled sweetly and off Daddy went. And then the fun started!!
Even this morning I don't know what it was that he left with me, but it was white, round and very hard to eat. It felt slightly shiny. It was in a small metal case, which I have to say was very chewable indeed! The best thing about this object was its crumbly property - I managed to get bits everywhere - even as far as the floor, the door and the wardrobe!! I can tell you are as impressed as I was!
On awaking a couple of hours later, I was most excited to find that all the small crumbs that I had distributed throughout the room were still in place... some had even stuck to my pyjamas! Way to go, me! I let out a shriek of delight which, annoyingly, mummy mistook for me having a poo and sent daddy in to fix it. He, of course, saw the crumbs and the object that he'd left with me... I was scooped up, and held tightly whilst all my hard work was taken away - bit by bit, crumb by crumb it all went.... I tried to cry but astonishment took over and I could barely speak - how cruel was this man? Does he not realise how long that mess had taken me to make? Oh the horror of it, I was very annoyed and finally got my voice enough to let Daddy (and mummy, and even Auntie Pauline next door!) know. I was plonked back in my bed and left to "think about what I had done".
I started thinking about how to get this object back and where they might have moved it to, but halfway through my plan forming I must have fallen asleep - I awoke this morning to a rather cross mummy, who after a nice long cuddle from yours truly, has been persuaded that the whole episode was daddy's fault not mine! Hurrah!
So how was your day?
Matthew x
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by Rachel Checksfield
I've found a new room!!
Well what a weird, but strangely exciting, day I've had!
I have discovered a new room, with a new bath in it! Its nothing like my bath - big and wide so I can stand, sit, lay and wriggle in - this new bath wouldn't even fit half of my foam alphabet in, let alone my stacking cups! (They are very important, no bathtime is complete without them - god help the grown-up who tries that on me!!). On reflection, I wonder if the bath would even fit me in it!
I came across the new room quite by accident, whilst running from the lounge into the hall because I was being chased by two wax crayons that had fallen from the table and were rolling on the carpet at great speed! In my haste to out-run them, I turned right when I should have turned left - though in my defence the signs were not clear at all and the biscuit markers I had left there previously had been moved by Mummy when she did her big 'swoop and vacuum'. When I eventually stopped running, I realised that I wasn't in the hall anymore - and that I didn't recognise this area!
I looked around and there were a lot of silver pipes, and some white ones - and there seemed to be something - liquid I think - possibly milk or juice, running through them. Yes, definitely something runny, I could tell by the swooshing noise! I was about to leave when I noticed something quite unexpected - a bath!! It wasn't like my bath though - this had a lid, and was a LOT smaller! I don't know who this bath is for or who uses it? Who was it designed for?! I can't imagine mummy or daddy fitting in it, ha ha - they struggle to squeeze in to my bathtub upstairs!
I was just about to see if the water was bath temperature - nice and warm but not too hot - when Mummy just started screaming at me and ran in, scooped me up and took me straight back to the lounge. I don't think the wax crayons noticed though because they didn't chase me.
I'm now ready for bed, and I think I will try to dream about tomorrow's adventures - hopefully I will be able to find my way back to this exciting new bathroom in the morning!
Goodnight, sleep tight
Matthew x
Well what a weird, but strangely exciting, day I've had!
I have discovered a new room, with a new bath in it! Its nothing like my bath - big and wide so I can stand, sit, lay and wriggle in - this new bath wouldn't even fit half of my foam alphabet in, let alone my stacking cups! (They are very important, no bathtime is complete without them - god help the grown-up who tries that on me!!). On reflection, I wonder if the bath would even fit me in it!
I came across the new room quite by accident, whilst running from the lounge into the hall because I was being chased by two wax crayons that had fallen from the table and were rolling on the carpet at great speed! In my haste to out-run them, I turned right when I should have turned left - though in my defence the signs were not clear at all and the biscuit markers I had left there previously had been moved by Mummy when she did her big 'swoop and vacuum'. When I eventually stopped running, I realised that I wasn't in the hall anymore - and that I didn't recognise this area!
I looked around and there were a lot of silver pipes, and some white ones - and there seemed to be something - liquid I think - possibly milk or juice, running through them. Yes, definitely something runny, I could tell by the swooshing noise! I was about to leave when I noticed something quite unexpected - a bath!! It wasn't like my bath though - this had a lid, and was a LOT smaller! I don't know who this bath is for or who uses it? Who was it designed for?! I can't imagine mummy or daddy fitting in it, ha ha - they struggle to squeeze in to my bathtub upstairs!
I was just about to see if the water was bath temperature - nice and warm but not too hot - when Mummy just started screaming at me and ran in, scooped me up and took me straight back to the lounge. I don't think the wax crayons noticed though because they didn't chase me.
I'm now ready for bed, and I think I will try to dream about tomorrow's adventures - hopefully I will be able to find my way back to this exciting new bathroom in the morning!
Goodnight, sleep tight
Matthew x
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