I got told off today, by proxy. How rubbish is that?! Mummy went out for lunch while I was at nursery and was harangued on my behalf by Grandma and Auntie B because I’ve not been writing so much recently. It’s true, I haven’t been as prolific as late so I guess I owe you all an apology.
I am sorry, loyal readers and beloved family. It’s no excuse, but things have been pretty hectic around here recently. Mummy’s been hogging the computer a bit because she’s trying to set up a business so I haven’t had much of a sniff to write. And it’s been so long since I’ve been on Twitter, I’m not sure I can even remember my password!
Anyway, the good news is, Mummy’s almost ready to go and she’s going to buy her own laptop which means Daddy and I can have the old one back.
So while I’m here, I’ll tell you about my dancing. Have you seen Chuggington? It’s a fab little programme on CBeebies about trains, always with a nice little moral tale. It’s ok, but it’s the titles that are worth waiting for. The beat just takes me, every time!
I think I must ‘feel’ music differently from The Olds – they’re so stiff and boring! I like to use every part of my body to express myself. Just let the music do its thing. Sometimes I even get close to a rhythm! (Otherwise, I’m dancing like Mummy!)
I groove in the car when Daddy plays his Rock, although I find the straps a bit restrictive. At least you can do justice to Daddy’s music by nodding your head backwards and forwards forcefully. I get to hear other stuff, too – sometimes classical, sometimes kiddy songs, sometimes mainstream pop. Mummy was a Britpop fan, so I’m getting into that now but it’s not that easy to dance to.
My friend and I have also recently discovered that we can dance together, too, so we row our boats together, or do Ring O’ Roses. I like falling down! And now I can wind a bobbin with the best of them, there’s no stopping me.
So what gets your toddlers’ feet tapping?