In the land of Father Christmas

My dad is not home right now, I havn't seen him for couple of days. Is he ever coming home again... My mummy told me he went to Finland or Suomi, as they say over there. My mummy also told me that Father Christmas lives in Finland, way up in the north. Hey daddy, could you put in a good word for me?!

Since daddy been away, me and mummy have been busy. We've been to great grandmother and great grandfather (Diddamma & afi Steini as everybody calls them). Afi Steini played the orgel for me, I really enjoyed that and Diddamma held me in her arms and sang to me. That was lovely too. Yesterday I visited Sigrún, she's funny. I was vomiting all over her. She played the piano for me and I played a little bit my self. Daddy, tell Father Christmas that I would like a piano for Christmas.

Anyway...it's windy out there (in here as well), I think I'm going to have my morning nap. So when I wake up, it will be closer till my daddy comes home...miss you daddy!

Happy Birthday Grandad!

It's my Grandad's birthday today. He's 70-years-old and is celebrating in The Bahamas with his friends Charles and Dot Fernie. Happy Birthday Grandad! Wish I was with you on warm and sunny Eleuthra instead of being on this cold and windy island in the North Atlantic. What was my dad thinking in choosing to live here? Silly sod.  I'm going to see Granny and Grandad in a couple of weeks' time. It's going to be something called "Christmas" and I'll be going on an airplane, whatever that is. Anyway, until then, I love you Grandad and can't wait to see you again. Enjoy your day and say hello to nanny and the Fernies. 

Pooped!

Uhhh, woke up this morning with poop all over my back...again! What's wrong with the old folks, can't they put a nappy on correctly? And I just had a bath the day before. Anyway, I didn't wake up in a bad mood or anything, I never do, although I'm sure dad wasn't so pleased to be washing my pyjamas at 4.30 in the morning.  

I fell a sleep last night in a bad mood though - mummy put me to bed but I didn't want to go to sleep. I cried and cried and cried while mummy held my hand and sang to me (which if I am being truthful was the reason I was crying!) Next thing I know, I wake up in the middle of the night hungry. Time to wake mum up.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, something amazing happened the other day! I was in my play gym, minding my own buisiness and laying on my back as usual. All of a sudden I was laying on my tummy without any help, so now I practise every day. 

Wait until I begin crawling - then the old folks won't just be able to put me on the floor and think that I can't get up to any mischief! 

Went to see my great grandmother and great grandfather yesterday. I haven't seen them for a long time. They said that I've grown a lot, well that's the whole idea isn't it? I'm nearly as tall as my great grandmother!

Amanda's birthday

How y'all doing?

Amanda, my cousin in Sweden, has a birthday today. She is 6-years-old, a big girl. I havn't met her yet but I hear that she and her sister, Emma, are very lovely girls. I just wanted to say: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA!" Here is a picture of Amanda in her dress that my great grandmother, Didda amma and my great grandfather, afi Steini, gave her, along with Depill (amma og afi's new puppy).

I've got my own birthday tomorrow, 4-months-old and growing fast...

Mama...

Hey!

Sorry, I haven't been very active on my blog lately. There's a reason for that. I've been feeling a little bit poorly since the weekend, just enough fever to make me drousy and I also have a cold. But don't worry, I'm getting better...besides, I think dad looks a lot worse than I do and he isn't even ill!
I forgot to tell you, about a week ago, I said my first word..."mama." My mummy got all excited about it and she want's me to say it again but I don't do orders. I'll say it whenever I want to. It may take a year or two until I say it again. Anyway, dad says he thought it sounded more like  a cry of "money!" and said it was probably a sign of things to come!

In that number...

Dad says I am a Southampton fan. He says there isn't anything I can do about it - that's just the way it has to be, just like his dad did to him. Dad told me this on Saturday when the "Saints," as he calls them, pulled off nothing short of a miracle when they came back from 2-0 down away to Preston, and won 3-2. Apparently, the Saints play in the Championship which is basically the English second division - and they are down the bottom of that! Mum told dad that making me be a Southampton fan could be considered a form of child abuse. She said I would be teased at school and have to always live in hope, pissed well and truly off most Saturday evenings for the rest of my life. But she can't talk because when she began dating dad he invited her to England for a weekend and took her to the Aston Villa v Southampton game (see the photo of them taken 4 years ago at Villa Park), bought her some fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, and a pint of beer (my dad knows how to impress women!) She tries to tell us she isn't particularly a fan of the Saints but if that's true why is she always singing: "When the Saints Go Marching In..." to me? Mind you, dad said it could be worse, I could be a Portsmouth fan!  

Party Girl!

My friend Helga Vala was one-year old yesterday and so naturally decided to hold a party - well, actually, her mum and dad decided for her but I don't think she objected. As a matter of fact she was sleeping when we showed up and woke to find all these strange people in her house. Her dad is a good friend of my dad and my dad says that her dad is a Liverpool fan and that is the only thing that is wrong with him. Her dad also had a birthday party last week because he turned 40-years-old. Dad says there were different things to drink at that party. My mum, as usual, went straight for the food. My mum can eat! Dad says that so long as mum gets enough food and sleep he can expect to be left in peace. After mum had had enough to eat, we left. I wasn't ready to go but mum was getting tired.