Monday, 17 May 2010


I have decided to educate my parents. We are visiting castles together. Castles my young followers provide excellent opportunities to climb on relatively immobile ancient ruins; i.e. not Mummy and Daddy and to toddle at speed towards alarming drop offs. Also they are generally situated up hills providing further parent exercising opportunities.

Castles also have tea rooms. Yummy.
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Sunday, 16 May 2010

The toddles of Tumpot

I am considering renaming this blog as I feel that I am very much more a toddler than a baby. Possibly in fact I am a boy. Close observation of the world suggests that I am not a lady.

Over the past 2 years I have made some major achievements - I am independently mobile and have trained Mummy and Daddy to follow simple commands. Pity about their response to complex commands. I will try to resume documenting my important achievements.

Today I went to church where I scraped my chin and bled everywhere. I then had some lunch, then some more lunch before going out to buy pony things. I was rather disappointed that the shop had sold their kennels as I was looking forward to a good bout of posing in the dog house. We then went for a ride. I wore my hat so was allowed to sit on the pony. Big Sis also had a ride; well I was feeling generous. Did a back flip off the mounting block, helmet protected fluffbonce, reassuring cuddle.
Supper was lamb chop and spaghetti shapes. Mummy then helped me wash up. A toddler's work is never done.

Love to all
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Friday, 1 January 2010

Happy New Year

I move into my second decade of life. Spent the day at home with parents and Big Sis. We went for a walk in the woods then I exercised my new-found skill of climbing out of the cot and coming downstairs instead of having a nap. Eventually consented to being cuddled by Mummy and having nursery rhymes sung to m......

Woke up on the sofa alone. That wasn't supposed to happen.

New year's resolution - make Mummy write a blog entry daily.

Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Fluff Massacre - what have you done Mummy?

Mummy and Daddy took me to the hairdresser today. It was terrible. A cheery tractor chair does not make up for fluff mutilation. I was a moving target for the hairdresser and serve her right.

Saturday, 7 February 2009


My birthday was in December but Mummy isn't always the world's most organised person. This is my cake. I suppose I really should rename this blog and call myself "Toddler J" but this would probably confuse Mummy.

They call it "Bath time"

Mmm yes, feeling of freedom - Nudey Baby time.
Watch out Mummy, you'll get my cute (Mother's Note: J is covered in 100% soft touch cute) wet.
No I don't want to sit down in this "water".
I'll sit down; but I won't enjoy it.
Nooo. It took ages to build up that armpit fluff.
Of course my neck rings accumulate dirt. That's what they're for.
That snot is a protective layer. PROTECTIVE LAYER.
Don't moisten the head fluff: there could be terrible consequenc... ohh look, it's my duck. (Sounds of vicious hair washing)

Splashing good fun. Mummy looks funny wet.
I'll keep Mummy in range by laughing every time she says "Splash".
Good grief. My bottom is so wrinkled it looks older than Mummy's, time to get out.

Wednesday, 7 January 2009

Gourmet Baby Life

Stew mmmmmmmm.
This Christmas Mummy was given a Blupper. What a boon to baby gastronomy this has proved to be. Food is made and then blupped producing the perfect texture for optimum assimilation and cutting down on the number of frustrating pieces that are not amenable to eight teeth eating.