cruel gruel

Unlike the rest of my family, I don't really like food. My little sister eats more than me and she is half my size. She likes all foods except when Mummy feeds her. She hates being fed. Apparently, my little sister is very clever as she can feed herself with a spoon AND she manages to get nearly all of it her mouth not on the floor. I can't be bothered to eat or feed myself so Mummy has to do it otherwise I really wouldn't eat a thing except crunchy things which I do like - sometimes. I haven't eaten much recently, I've been too busy scratching, moaning about scratching and more scratching. Today Mummy decided to cook a hearty soup to make me better "full of goodness" she said. I helped her chop vegetables and peel carrots and I was even thinking the soup might be nice. It wasn't, it was horrid. Full of barley and lentils and soggy not crunchy vegetables. I know I need to eat as today my skirt fell to the floor in the shops but feeding me gruel is not the answer. Yuck.

plucked

I'm think I look like a freshly plucked chicken. I looked at myself in the mirror today and was quite upset when I saw so many horrid spots. Mummy sometimes gets spots. I always point them out to her but she hasn't pointed ALL mine out to me which is odd. I do feel better today. Not so itchy or sore and perhaps tomorrow I will feel even better. It was really sunny today so I played outside lots. We went and ate roast pork at our friends house where Stanley the dog lives. I played with a small frog the size of my thumb in a sink of brown water but I had to stop when my little sister tried to climb in too. Later we couldn't find the frog. I think Stanley ate it.

owch

I really, really don't like chicken pops. At first I thought "what is the fuss about" now I understand. As you know I am 3, in fact I'm 3 and 3 months and I have never felt so poorly as I have done today. Every single bit of me itches. Even my eyes and ears and mouth. It is horrid and I can't wait for them to go away. Daddy and Mummy keep telling me not to itch but I can't help it. It feels good to scratch them then it feels really sore. My little sister doesn't have chicken pops and when she does get it, I will be very understanding. I hope she doesn't get it as bad as me. Mummy thinks I have as many as 400 spots. I don't even know what that means. Mummy had a good idea and suggested I painted pink calamine lotion on my spots but I think I have too many and it would take too long. Apparently I will feel much better tomorrow and I have also been told that they don't itch when you're asleep. Is that Mummy and Daddy's way of trying to get some peace?

blackmail nails

My skin is getting really itchy and I have spots appearing all the time. I wish Mummy hadn't cut my nails as I could really scratch at them. I only let Mummy cut my nails because I said I would let her if she painted my fingers bright pink but she only painted two nails. I love pink and I love nail polish. Everyday I ask Mummy to touch up my toe nails with polish, sometimes she does sometimes she doesn't. Today she did. Mummy is actually quite smart as she now blackmails me through my pink nails. If I'm being stubborn and naughty, difficult and shouty, she threatens me with the nail polish remover. It works every time.

chicken itch

I did not have chicken last night and now I have chicken pox. Chickens are confusing me. I see them in fields with feet and feathers then I see them with stuffing and gravy with no feathers or feet. And when I ask what chicken pox is Mummy points to the spots on my body which have no feet, beaks or feathers. I think my sister has spots too. She is turning into my naughty little sister. She screams when we are eating and I don't like it. She then wipes all her food on the table which I do like but Mummy doesn't. Today we did eat the chicken we cooked last night and it was far nicer than the smelly fish. We had it with peas, green beans gravy and lumpy, yucky mash potato. Even my little sister thought it was disgusting and she eats everything. Today George came to play with me. George and I always argue. We can't help it. We like it. I like George, he throws balls very well and jumps very high. We found a black ladybird with red spots, is it true they are bad?

chicken switch

I have started growling at Mummy when she is being unreasonable. It is a deep "OOhhhhrrrgghhhh" sound which I like to make when I really don't want to do something. Mummy obviously does not like me making this noise as she turns away and hums. How annoying is that? Doesn't she realise I'm just copying her. Even my little sister has stared making very annoying noises. She makes loud and repetative sounds to get attention. Of course it works as they are so loud and repetative and everyone gets annoyed. Every day my little sister is getting more funny. When she wakes from her naps I run upstairs and climb into her cot and hide under her blanket and tickle her and tease her. She loves it when I am in her cot and Mummy loves it as she knows neither of us can climb out on our own. I helped Mummy stuff a chicken for supper tonight. We put herbs and bacon and butter under the skin and then baked it and smelt delicious. Then when me and my little sister came to sit down and eat chicken, it wasn't on the plate, disgusting tinned mackerel was instead. What was all that about? To show my annoyance I dribbled my juice on the table. I knew this would get Mummy cross - it did. hurrah.

i love lidls

Like Mummy, I'm actually getting rather fed up with this miserable wet weather. But unlike Mummy I'm not too bothered about getting the washing dry or feeling trapped indoors. It does not worry me when I play outside and get wet as it means I get to wear my favourite swimsuit that use to belong to my big cousin. Sometimes I like to wear the spotty swimsuit in the bath. Sometimes I just like to wear under my clothes although that does cause problems at times. Yesterday Mummy promised me a trip to Lidls to buy new water colour paints and paper but we didn't go. We went today instead. I love Lidls. It's probably the only store that lets me ride around on my pink bicycle. Before we left to go on our cycle ride to Lidls Mummy tripped and fell into our herb garden whilst holding my little sister. She was very cross and mumbled something and my little sister cried lots. I haven't been to bed on time for 4 nights in a row. Last night I went to an 18th birthday. There were lots of girls with lovely hair and make-up and pretty shoes. I can't wait to be as tall as them. I don't like looking at thighs all the time and I want to wear heels that fit me properly.