My Day (as written by Small)

Somewhere between 5-7am

Ooh, I’m awake. Great! What shall I do….? Where’s ladybird? I know I was sucking the life out of his antennae last night but surely he’s dry by now? Ooh goody he is (giggles). (Time passes). Now what? Ooh, my favourite – thumping my legs up and down on the bed whilst clapping my hands, Mummy loves this. I know that as she talked sooooo much to Granny about how the sound travels down to her room. Well, it was Daddy’s idea not to put carpet down. Thump thump thump thump thump. Clap clap clap clap clap. I’m a bit bored now. Where’s Mummy? Waa….Waaaaaa…..Wa – ooh, here she is! Lovely Mummy… cuddle? we love cuddling, it is my favourite game apart from grabbing her glasses, although Mummy always gets her grumpy face on when I do that – saying the No word…? What? She says it’s too early to get up just yet and goes to open my curtains. I Love Light. I do, it’s…. oooh…. sunny…. where’s Mummy?


Ooh, Mummy’s back. And Big too. It must be time to get up! Cuddle Big, cuddle Big! Mummy gets me dressed, telling me what a stinker I have given her and asking why I couldn’t give it to Daddy? But Mummy, it’s my present to Yooooooouuu. Mummy carries me down to breakfast. Mummy says I’m really getting too big to carry but I love being carried. I just love it. Ooh, here’s Daddy, Mummy says he’s burnt his toast again. I don’t know how Daddy only ever burns his? Daddy tries to pretend he’s a monster that eats necks. Get off Daddy, off off, WHERE’S MY MILK???? Ooh, got it. Mummy tries to race me buttering and jam-ing her toast whilst I drink my milk. I always win. I giver her a second then WHERE’S MY WEETABIX???? OOh, here it is. Mummy loads the spoon and I pick it up then drop it back for her to load up again. It’s a great game. Then – because it’s breakfast time – I get really really excited and flap a lot and everyone shouts WOOOOOAH! – as their drinks go everywhere. It’s The Best game ever. I don’t know why they don’t drink them quicker?

Once we’ve dropped Big at school (where all her friends try to grab my hands – why???) we come home. Mummy apologises to me for jabbing at her screen thing, then jabs at her screen thing. This is great as I get to wriggle on the floor next to her playing with my remote control. It sings to me and makes great noises and best of all doesn’t make me do anything. Oh noooooo, she’s put down her jabby thing this means… I don’t want to do therapy, I hate therapy it really…. oooh, mummy’s singing Row, row, row whilst rocking me on this rocky platform thing. This is fun! She says it’s for my core stability but I just say Sing More!! When ever I say ‘more’ mummy nearly cries. Sometimes she misunderstands my ‘more’s for ‘mummy’ but that’s ok… she’s trying….

Ooh. Lunch. Yum. MORE!!

This part of the day can be a bit dull. If I’ve had a nap I get up in what Mummy calls a foulio mood, which means I won’t stop shouting till either someone’s given me a biscuit or we’ve gone for a walk. Or both. If we don’t have to pick up Big Mummy takes me shopping which is great as I *love* ignoring all the people who try to say hello to me – I don’t know them…! – and the shops are FULL of shiny things. I love shiny things. Also, if we’re out Mummy isn’t trying to make me do anything difficult. If we do have to go and get Big (I am always happy to see her though, she give Great Big Cuddles, no-one cuddles like Big. I love her sooooo much) we bring her home where she ignores me completely watching telly till tea time.

Ooh. Tea. Yum. MORE!!

Mummy’s mood tends to pick up no end at this time of the day. She will cuddle me, spin me round, sing to me and generally make a fuss of me and Big. She says this is because she can See Bedtime. Mummy is very clever for I cannot see bedtime at all. I have a bath, or Big will have a bath – we can’t have them together as I have goen Right Off doing sitting and I have got very long (why am I long – everyone else is tall?!) and I love love to do kicking. Big doesn’t like it when I kick as I splash EVERYWHERE!! Mummy thinks it’s funny, but she doesn’t stand very close. I have a story which Mummy tries to read whilst I pull and eat the book (I do laugh when she and Big do the animal noises though, they are brilliant) and then she brushes my teeth. She sings to me, or uses funny voices when she does my teeth. She thinks I don’t know what she’s up to but I do. She is Distracting me. That is OK. Then she puts on the music and stars and I can go back to sucking Ladybird’s antennae.

I love my life.

Small xx

This wouldn’t have been written had I not read these two very funny posts first:


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