This week, we went to Daddy’s house again! They’ved moved to a different part of Bury, and they’ve got a proper house instead of a flat. There’s a big spacious lounge with a joined dining room, a medium kitchen, a bedroom downstairs, a big bedroom upstairs, a bathroom upstairs, one down, an en suite in the boys’ bedroom upstairs, a hall-porch-thing, a big study upstairs, and a load of airing cupboards and things XD Overall, it’s actually pretty big!
Daddy came to get us with four-year-old Jago on Saturday after Stagecoach. The journey was long and uneventful until Jago said, “I feel sick.” So a bit later when Daddy said, “Do you still feel sick?”, he said “Yes,” and abruptly leant over his seat and vomited all over the posh hired car with the roof you can take off and the buttons instead of brakes! I said, “Oh, Jago! Are you OK?” and he shook his head, threw up again, and then whispered, “I think I’m OK now.”
When we got to the house he was fine and Kerri cleaned out the car while we said hello to everyone. Willow is eight months old and she’s the cutest baba ever! Her eyes, which kept switching before to blue then brown as babies’ do, have not settled to big hazel brown ones and she’s got little blonde wispy hair and little ears and a little nose and a little mouth with little teeth sometimes and she’s SO CUTE!! She doesn’t crawl like babies of eight months usually do; she doesn’t commando crawl; she rolls. She lies down on her front and she rolls to the left and the right to get to her destination. And, unlike most babies of her age, she doesn’t learn how to talk by “goo-goo”ing or “ga-ga”ing or “mamma-dadda”ing; she just shouts. You’ll hear from the kitchen going, “Aaaargh. Aaaaaaaaaaarrgh. Aaargh.” And then you’ll come in to see if she’s upset, but she’ll be sitting there smiling up at you!
And she appears to like grabbing my hair.
Two-year-old Ambrose is just as cute as he always has been, which is absolutely adorable! He’s very cheeky and he knows that he is, which makes him all the cuter. He’s a lot better at talking than last time, but he has an odd way of doing it. He understands everything you say from “What flavour’s your ice cream?” and “What colour’s that fox?” to “Ambrose, come over here” and “Be quiet, don’t wake up Mummy and Daddy”. And he can talk perfectly well, it’s just as though he can’t be bothered and so he chooses not to. Sometimes he says, “War oo dwin?” in which case you have to say, “I’m drawing” or “I’m writing” or “Go away” if you’re feeling particularly grumpy. And he can say, “Toffee” and “Choc’late” and “waaaaaaaaaawaaaawaaaaa” and lots of other things, but he decides that he can’t be bothered.
So “not bothered”, in fact, that he thinks Willow is a dog.
(He knows, obviously, that she’s a human baby, but he likes to think she’s a dog.)
On Sunday, we were going to go to Nowton Park after going to the town centre, but dinner (spicy, yummy chicken enchiladas) was served a bit late so there wasn’t time. (And maybe there would have been had Daddy not spent half an hour leaving us to bake in the sun while he looked at shrubs for the front garden.) We did, though, get a small packet of sweeties from Mr Simms Olde Sweet Shoppe (I got cherry bonbons and a few fizzy strawberries, Tilly got cherry and apple bonbons), and it was fun running around after Ambrose all day, however annoying!
On Monday, we went to Nowton Park, but not for very long because we were so hot we all just had to go home to get an ice lolly and cool down in the house 😉 Nanny in Cornwall was on the phone to Daddy so we talked to her for a little, but she couldn’t for long because she was poorly with diabetes and she had been told to rest as much as she could 🙁
On Tuesday, we all drove for about an hour to Clacton-on-Sea, where we spent the whole afternoon playing in the ocean. We all got ice creams, because as everyone knows, a day at the beach is not a day at the beach without one! Jago and Ambrose were being pansies and screamed whenever the waves touched them, but they had fun and that’s all that really matters!
On Wednesday, we decided to have a bit of a cool-down day with the boys, the baby, Daddy, and Kerri. We found an awesome Harry Potter game (XD) and played a lot with the children and baba. It was really fun!
On Thursday, we went to Kerri’s mum Rita’s house. Although it didn’t go too well… Even though we enjoyed it, we were supposed to be seeing Kerri’s brother Chris, his wife Rosie, and his children Maisie and Izzy, and have a barbeque and go to Castle Park… But then it all started to feel tense, so Chris and Rosie and the children left, and then Rita started gathering up our clothes and we were sent home with our own BBQ stuff. Which was a bit rubbish, and no one really knows why it happened. But it was still fun!
Friday was the day that we were going to go home – half happy face, half sad face. Half happy because I miss Mummy and Andy and my bed, and half sad because I was enjoying myself with the boys and the baba and Daddy and Kerri. But we did get a little more time with the latter because we went for a day at Audley End before going home! It was really fun. In the house though, Ambrose didn’t understand that you shouldn’t touch anything, so he was going around stroking the chairs and teddy bears and wondering why we kept telling him off XD
At one point in the house, Willow was strapped onto Kerri in her sling, and the guide in one of the rooms was saying, “Ooh, what’s her name?” and “Aren’t you a pretty baby?” an things like that. Then he said as a little joke, “Oh, you’d better be paying attention, Willow, because at the end we’ll be asking you a lot of questions.” Then Jago stepped in and said innocently, “She can’t talk, actually.”
It was a fun week at Daddy’s and I’m looking forward to going again soon!