Snow Joke!

I dream of long, warm, sunny days when I can kick back and relax on some distant beach, preferably in France, feeling the golden sunshine on my skin and the toasted sand singing under my feet. I dream of a dreamy ocean gently lapping at my ankles before I surrender to its rythmic to and fro and float with nothing but untroubled sky to view. 
It seems these days are an eternity away - when all you have is snow, snow and more snow. I thought we had seen the last of it this year - I had my fair share in Sweden over Christmas and the New Year before landing in England where they had the most snow in thirty years. I went back to Iceland on February 2 and was pleasantly surprised. No snow! But it couldn't last - and it didn't. Three weeks later and Reykjavik and the south-west gets well and truly dumped on. Of course, dad insists that we go out to the coffee house in the afternoon and to be honest I'm glad to get out of the apartment - I think we are both getting cabin fever. But, c'mon, let's get on with Spring can't we? Dad says I only have to tough it out  for another few weeks then he'll take me to France. He better not let me down! I've got my heart set on dipping my toes in the Mediterranean.  

A Model Child

Don't think I mentioned it but a photographer friend of my mum and dad took some pictures of me while I was in Sweden last Christmas.
Not sure if I could ever be a model, too much standing around waiting and being asked to look here and there and stand here then there. Besides, I'm always having a bad-hair day! Modeling, not really my thing.

My White Christmas

Snow, snow and more snow! Just when I thought I had seen all the snow I needed to see in Sweden during my Christmas and New Year holiday, I get back to England and there is more of it - apparently the most in 30 years! But I don't mind, it's been kinda fun sledding and building snowmen.
I spent three weeks in Sweden staying at my Amma and Afi's place in Boras. I also went on a train to Orebro, about three hours away where there was even more snow. We celebrated Christmas Eve there with my uncle Steini, aunt Lisa, cousins Emma and Amanda and my aunt Linda. Depil the dog also came with us and he was able to visit his brother and mummy. My mum and dad took me out on a sled which is great fun. It was very cold in Sweden, sometimes it was -18 degrees - most days it was -10.

And on the day we flew back to England, Heathrow was closed because of all the snow they had in England and we had to wait until we were allowed to take off from Gothenburg. Then, when we were allowed to go, the plane taxied to the runway and then returned to the gate due to a technical fault - we had to wait four more hours for a new plane to arrive. Eventually, we arrived at Heathrow where my Grandma and Grandad was waiting for me. As well as more snow! I've settled back into my old routine of watching dvds, going to the Teddy tumblers Club and Creepy Crawlers playtime.
Oh yeah! Happy New Year to all my readers!

Always time for Timmytime!

I've made a bunch of new friends since arriving back in the UK. I see them every day, early morning, late at night and often in the car - they're the characters on my favourite tv show of all time - Timmytime!
Timmy is a little lamb with a lot to learn. He has just turned 3 (in sheep years) and being the only lamb in the flock, Timmy has been used to getting his own way. Now for the first time, Timmy is going to have to learn to get along with other little animals attending the same nursery school. Bit like me, I suppose, when I get round to going to school!

Bonfire Night!

On November 5th I celebrated my first Guy Fawkes Night. And for those on my non-English side of the family I'll quote Wikipedia to help you understand why we Brits light a bonfire and shoot fireworks into the night sky.

"Guy Fawkes Night is an annual celebration on the evening of 5th November. It marks the downfall of the Gunpowder Plot of 5 November 1605, in which a number of Catholic Conspirators, including Guy Fawkes, attempted to destroy the Houses of Parliament, in London, capital of England.

It is primarily marked in the United Kingdom where, by an Act of Parliament called the Thanksgiving Act, it was compulsory until 1859, to celebrate the deliverance of the King of England, Scotland, and Ireland.

In the United Kingdom, celebrations take place in towns and villages across the country in the form of both private and civic events. They involve fireworks

displays and the building of bonfires on which traditionally "guys" are burnt, although this practice is not always observed in modern times. These "guys" are traditionally effigies of Guy Fawkes, the most famous of the Gunpowder Plot conspirators."

So now you know! It was a lot of fun. I went to a display organised by the school my cousins Josh and Harry attend in Pewsey, Wiltshire. My Grandma and Grandad also went with me and my mum and dad.

I'm Back!

I haven't been very active on my blog lately so I thought it was about time I brought you all up to date. Actually, I have been wondering if it would be better for me to be on Facebook instead, since the whole world and their uncle seems to be on it. I'll talk to mum and dad about that and get back to you - but for the time being I think I'll continue blogging - and playing my piano without my pants on!

So where am I? England! Me, mum and dad are staying at my Grandma and Grandad's place - we've been here since October 5 and I've been having a great time. The weather has been warm - well warm for this time of year and certainly a lot more warmer and a great deal less windy than Iceland. It means that I spend a lot of time outside visiting towns and parks and shopping malls and coffee houses and feeding chickens and going to creepy crawlers where I get to do a lot of jumping and rolling and tumbling and crawling. In fact, I've got so much to tell you I don't know where to begin - but I suppose Bonfire Night is as good a place to start...

Princess Matilda!

I was invited to my aunt's 40th birthday party recently and so I picked out an appropriate outfit. Here you see me waiting as usual for my chauffeur dad and my lady-in-waiting mum.

I am wearing my lovely, warm, white coat sent to me from Kevin and Catherine in Paris, my fine pink dress from London sent by my aunt Jo and uncle Steve, pink tights and white shoes complete my ensemble.

Only thing missing is the tiara!