I'm now 5! Passing the baton...
Posted on 6 March 2011, 08:09 by Wriggle Pot
So, I’m 5 now, so time to put the wrigglepot memoirs to bed. Maybe I’ll write a book about meself one day, maybe not. But 5 years is a long time. I feel so old. But me little sister Sage may take up the baton soon – she is the new wrigglepot 2.0. But she’s asleep now and she may not even enjoy this blogging caper. She’s far too busy trying to move her chub ‘o’ lard bot bot over in a rolling motion.
So Wrigglepot. Over and Out.
A fine romance
Posted on 5 March 2011, 10:40 by Wriggle Pot
Mum: Scout, I hope you weren’t kissing Oliver behind the playground.
Scout: Nah!
Mum: Because you’re far too young for that kissing business.
Scout: But, we were falling in love…
Skewl!
Posted on 8 February 2011, 10:36 by Wriggle Pot
I started Skewl today. Me mummy said she was going to cry but she so didn’t, so I don’t know what is wrong with her. This crying lark is out of my league – happy crying? sad crying? I don’t know the difference and starting skewl seems like a strange time to cry.
I didn’t cry, hells no. I was into it. At the end of the day, mum and dad came to pick me up and they asked how my day was. I says:
“Did you know me and Oscar are chatterboxes?”
I don’t know why they were laughing. I think I’d prefer it if they cried.
5 today!
Posted on 23 January 2011, 12:29 by Wriggle Pot
You heard me. I’m totally 5. I had a wee party at a place called Fairyfields – the theme was Fairy Tale and I totally rocked a little Rapunzel number. You should have seen me golden locks! Mum made some for me, and also some for mummy teddy, out of yellow wool.
Sage was at Fairyfields, too, although she’s still little so she cried a bit. Bah! I didn’t ask for criers at me pahtay.
I must tell you, though – me mum told me only 9 friends at the party because of numbers, but me list was so long! I didn’t much like being told I couldn’t have 30 kids at me party! It’s not like I was getting meself married or anything. I wanted ALL my peeps there. Bah! Mum’s a funstopper. For real! I’m not joking…
Christmas
Posted on 29 December 2010, 19:00 by Wriggle Pot
Had Christmas in boring old Melbourne. Me sister was so fresh, mum and dad didn’t want to go anywhere but home. Bah! I did score some Princess dolls and dressups from Santa though. Sweet. And you know, Santa totally left a mess on our floor in front of the fireplace. Ah, Santa. He’s nearly as massive as me sister! For real!
New Sister
Posted on 24 October 2010, 10:31 by Wriggle Pot
This is my brand new little sister Sage. Isn’t she so cute? I’m proud of her because she had a bit of a rough road into the world. Me mum pushed her out in 2 hours and she had some trouble breathing at first! It was lucky me neighbours were still awake to take me when Mum went into labour or she might have been born in the car. Fancy that! 2 hours. That’s as long as a Tinkerbell movie!
Hey, Sista!
Posted on 7 October 2010, 09:25 by Wriggle Pot
Did you know I’m a gonna be a big sister? Have I not told you about this? Gee, I must have been too busy talking up a storm to stop and smell the belly.
Well, I’m gonna be a big sister and I’m gonna be so great. Already I talk to the baby, I say “Good morning, baby! Wake up!” and I poke me mum in the belly. Sometimes she likes it, other times not so much. I can’t help the behaviour – it’s a part of me family style.
I think I would love a brother. That way, both the boy teams and the girl teams can win! I love equality, you know. I don’t mind if I have a sister. I might ignore her a bit more, though…
I'm a Talker!
Posted on 12 August 2010, 10:03 by Wriggle Pot
Me mum asked me how many words I thought I said per day – “One hundred thousand million twenty hundred thousand million twenty hundred twenty” I say.
Mum reckons I’m pretty close.
The Story of Mister looby-la-la-jimmy-jommy-joo
Posted on 27 June 2010, 01:59 by Wriggle Pot
My Daddy tells me I’m quite good at this storytelling business, so here is another one that I made up all by myself.
Once upon a time there was a Silly Dad. The Silly Dad went to the sister and said, “Hello Mister looby-la-la-dooby-bundy-jingo-bim-bap.”
Then the Silly Dad went to the brother and said, “Hello Mister jimby-jommy-woolly-wally-witchup-chip-chop.”
Then the Silly Dad went to the mother (that’s my Silly Mother Kimberley) and said, “Hello Mister lister-jippy-jobby-jim-jam-billy-boppity-boo.”
Then the Silly Dad went back to his house, then to another house, then the next house, then to every house and finally he got home.
The end.
A Story All About No-one
Posted on 25 June 2010, 01:35 by Wriggle Pot
Here is a story that I made up for my Daddy tonight when I was in the bath.
Once upon a time there was a girl called No-one. No-one went to school and said to her friend, “Hello, no-one!”
Her friend said, “I’m not no-one.”
Then No-one went to another friend and said, “Hello no-one!”
Her friend said, “I’m not no-one!”
No-one went to a teacher and said, “Hello No-one!”
Then she went to everyone in the whole world and said “Hello No-one!”
Then she said, “Poo poo, everybody!”
The end.