Birthday boy baker

Happy birthday Finn. Three today. Such a lot has happened this past year. You are still living in Scotland with Bea and Mummy and Daddy. You have started going to pre-school playgroup for four mornings a week, although you also go to Hummingbird nursery two afternoons (and so does Bea).
You've been sleeping in a proper bed for ages but Bea has only just made the transition.
You still like tractors, Postman Pat, the Wiggles, Fireman Sam, Roary the racing car and lots of other characters.
Mealtimes are when you make life most difficult for yourself - woe betide the adult who puts your milk in the green cup not the blue one. In fact, not very long ago you had such a meltdown at tea-time that you went to bed with no supper. In the morning you told Mummy your tummy was poorly. She guessed it was because you were hungry, so you had toast and chocolate milk - breakfast in bed. After you'd eaten it you told her: "I've got my smile back now."

Bea speaks

Christmas 2009 has come and gone. And so have you and your sister. You were here for three weeks which was about enough for all of us. For future reference let it be noted that although Bea turned one while you were here (and Daddy turned 30) she didn't walk on her own but she did add to her vocabulary. So now she says dada. mama, scarf (well, we know she means scarf) and nana. Clever girl!
The reason she says scarf is because she is always looking out for a chance to grab your comforter when you are not looking. She has Bunny, but it's not the same as having something of yours.
You, of course, now two, are talking nineteen to the dozen. Your favourite things are tractors, followed by POstmas Pat and Thomas the tank engine - and watching them on Mummy's i-phone.
You make up words for things, too - everybody has become allbody, smoked salmon was dubbed orange ham. It's charming. Just like you, when you are not asserting your independence and saying no to all suggestions.
You liked the snow. So did Poppydoggy who is growing apace.