You see them there,
You see them standing everywhere...
We're very clever, us Kittles!
Let me show you how it's done:
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Standing ovation please
You see them here,
You see them there,
You see them standing everywhere...
We're very clever, us Kittles!
Let me show you how it's done:
You see them there,
You see them standing everywhere...
We're very clever, us Kittles!
Let me show you how it's done:
Friday, May 28, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Home help
Mummy is always complaining about me, but actually I can be very useful round the house:
Helping with the washing
Helping to wash the floors... Hmmm, let's check daddy's got the water right...
I even help Babushka do the crossword ( I'm very good at cross words, mummy says):
So you see, I'm not just a pretty face!
Helping with the washing
Helping to wash the floors... Hmmm, let's check daddy's got the water right...
I even help Babushka do the crossword ( I'm very good at cross words, mummy says):
So you see, I'm not just a pretty face!
A walk in the park
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Very poorly boy
I wad a very poorly boy, I wad.
On Thursday eveing I went for a ride out with dadl to see the singing clock and do some runnin runnin. When I came runnin into mummy I was covered in the pasta I had had for tea - I was a very sick boy in the car while dadl was at the traffic lights. I felt OK after that, though, and muml gave me a bath. But then I was sick again... and again... and again... And I also did lots of poo everywhere. I was a very sad boy (and mummy didn't seem too happy either).
I had lots of drinks, but I kept being sick. Mummy likes me to be sick in a box, but I get very worried and I just want to have a cuddle while I'm being sick... I'm not sure why mummy doesn't like this.
The next day I felt a very poorly boy. Some ladies came to our flat and did some very naughty things to me: they put a spoon on my tongue and looked at my throat; they put something cold under my arm but I took it out straight away. Then they tried to put something down my nose! And mummy was helping them (daddy went in the other room; I don't know why)! She held me tight with her arms and legs - I didn't want that thing in my nose or my mouth, but they made me put it in my mouth and it went all the way down to my tummy. It was very uncomfy. I tried to take it out. Then they put water into my tummy and made me more sick... again... and again... and again. After all that, I was so tired and poorly I just lay on the sofa.
Then daddy got my bag I take to Babushka's house and we went in a car somewhere not very nice. Some more people poked me and then I came home again.
Then mummy started giving me nasty medicine, poking something in my ear and a lady who is usually nice (she has a nice big house with stairs that I like climb climbin and tasty things) came and did a very naughty thing - she poked something sharp in my bottom!
After all this I felt very hot.
The next day (Saturday) I was so hot everything hurt and I didn't want to eat or drink, though mummy kept trying to make me. I felt so hot and poorly I didn't even want to watch television. I lay on the sofa and that lady wiped me all over with something cold and smelly. But I was still very hot. Mummy seemed very sad and daddy went out. Mummy and me talked to God about it lots, because I was feelin so poorly. Mummy held my hand and said God would hold my hand too if I wanted. I cried a lot.
Later a man and a lady arrived and looked in my throat, which was very sore. The man put something cold on my chest - mummy said he was listening to me inside. After that I had more things poked in my poor bot and that lady washed my throat with something yucky, but I felt a bit less hot.
I am feelin a much better boy now and, thankfully, that lady hasn't done anything else to my throat or bot... My poor bot is full of little holes now :-( Mummy says I had Tonsillitis and a nasty bug inside me. Now mummy and daddy are feeling poorly. Kittle is OK, but she cries a lot... She is always crying, that Kittle.
I am a very hungry boy now. I am like the Very Hungry Caterpillar.
So far this morning I have eaten:
a bowl of cornflakes
a biscuit
a banana
a slice a salami
a chunk of bread
3 pancakes
and a glass of milk
...and it's not even lunch time!
Mummy took some photos of me resting when I was poorly:
On Thursday eveing I went for a ride out with dadl to see the singing clock and do some runnin runnin. When I came runnin into mummy I was covered in the pasta I had had for tea - I was a very sick boy in the car while dadl was at the traffic lights. I felt OK after that, though, and muml gave me a bath. But then I was sick again... and again... and again... And I also did lots of poo everywhere. I was a very sad boy (and mummy didn't seem too happy either).
I had lots of drinks, but I kept being sick. Mummy likes me to be sick in a box, but I get very worried and I just want to have a cuddle while I'm being sick... I'm not sure why mummy doesn't like this.
The next day I felt a very poorly boy. Some ladies came to our flat and did some very naughty things to me: they put a spoon on my tongue and looked at my throat; they put something cold under my arm but I took it out straight away. Then they tried to put something down my nose! And mummy was helping them (daddy went in the other room; I don't know why)! She held me tight with her arms and legs - I didn't want that thing in my nose or my mouth, but they made me put it in my mouth and it went all the way down to my tummy. It was very uncomfy. I tried to take it out. Then they put water into my tummy and made me more sick... again... and again... and again. After all that, I was so tired and poorly I just lay on the sofa.
Then daddy got my bag I take to Babushka's house and we went in a car somewhere not very nice. Some more people poked me and then I came home again.
Then mummy started giving me nasty medicine, poking something in my ear and a lady who is usually nice (she has a nice big house with stairs that I like climb climbin and tasty things) came and did a very naughty thing - she poked something sharp in my bottom!
After all this I felt very hot.
The next day (Saturday) I was so hot everything hurt and I didn't want to eat or drink, though mummy kept trying to make me. I felt so hot and poorly I didn't even want to watch television. I lay on the sofa and that lady wiped me all over with something cold and smelly. But I was still very hot. Mummy seemed very sad and daddy went out. Mummy and me talked to God about it lots, because I was feelin so poorly. Mummy held my hand and said God would hold my hand too if I wanted. I cried a lot.
Later a man and a lady arrived and looked in my throat, which was very sore. The man put something cold on my chest - mummy said he was listening to me inside. After that I had more things poked in my poor bot and that lady washed my throat with something yucky, but I felt a bit less hot.
I am feelin a much better boy now and, thankfully, that lady hasn't done anything else to my throat or bot... My poor bot is full of little holes now :-( Mummy says I had Tonsillitis and a nasty bug inside me. Now mummy and daddy are feeling poorly. Kittle is OK, but she cries a lot... She is always crying, that Kittle.
I am a very hungry boy now. I am like the Very Hungry Caterpillar.
So far this morning I have eaten:
a bowl of cornflakes
a biscuit
a banana
a slice a salami
a chunk of bread
3 pancakes
and a glass of milk
...and it's not even lunch time!
Mummy took some photos of me resting when I was poorly:
Saturday, May 1, 2010
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