March 24, 2002

• Right enough family bullshit about hubs. It tears me down and makes me less of who I oould be.
  Onto happier things.
  Two.
  The best part about being two is that mummy can do anything. I went to 6 parties since Christmas and we sang happy birthday and had cakey and balloons and there were parcels and I said to my mummy ' I WANT A PARTY', and she gave me two. She gave me two cos she told me she was having a birthday as well but she wanted me to have hers. Cos she was too old to have parties.
  On my Wednesday birthday, mummy woke me up and let me have chocolate yoghurt and peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast. She even put the Teletubbies on TV, even though she says they are spawn from Satan. Then she let me choose what to wear, and I chose my lime green tank top with the shadow of a fairy on it and my stripy skirt that makes me look at least 3. Mummy sez it also makes me look like a refugee from Woodstock but I like it. She didn't like my orange socks tho, but she let me wear them cos they are my favourite. She had to wash them by hand and then dry them with the blow dryer cos I really really really wanted to wear them. Then she took me to the Aquarium, which I kind of liked. I liked the chicken nuggets in the restaurant and the pretty little fish and the man in the diving suit cleaning the tanks and the seals, which were sleeping, and Ella my best friend but I didn't like the sharks and the big tank where they swim overhead. I was scared, but that's okay, mummy gave me a cuddle and said she didn't like them either unless they were grilled on the bbq with lemon with skewers.
  Then the very best part was when we went to the shop and mummy bought me a pink fuzzy octopus and Ella's mummy bought me a rubber butterfly. Just like she bought Ella's only nicer, cos it was mine and I didn't have to share.
  Everywhere we went, people said hello and sang happy birthday to me. That is a good song. I have sung it a lot. I sometimes don't wait for people to sing it to me - I just sing it.
  For my Sunday birthday, mummy took me to the beach where all my friends came and sang me happy birthday. Daddy was already there. There were balloons and sweeties and balloons and hats with feathers and cakey and sweeties and balloons. And Jordan and Ella and Isobel and Connor and Jasper and Eleanor and some babies in the tummy were there as well. Daddy's mummy (my nana) was mean to one of mummy's friends with the pink hair but my mummy just laughed at her and told her to have some cakey and a drink. Mummy (and Daddy sortof) made a cake that looked like Bart Simpson and she had a bandaid on her hand where she made a mistake when she was cooking it. And she didn't even say a bad word. There were grownups there and everyone gave me a present and I mostly said thank you and gave them a kiss except if the wrapping paper was really cool or the grownup was yucky and I didn't know them. Then people went swimming and mummy and daddy made the barbecue, which was sausages and stuff. I mostly ate sweeties tho.  And then, and then, and then it was my cakey time and everyone gathered around me and mummy lit the candles and everyone sang happy birthday to me and I blew them out with daddy's help. And then I looked at mummy and told her I loved her big because I wanted a party and she gave me a party. And that's what mummies do.

  
  

  I wish I was two - life's pretty simple.
  Cake
  Sweeties
  And party hats.
  Life's simple.

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