One of Katie's cousins isn't a big fan of girls. And he hasn't been Katie's biggest fan because they share the same birthday.

 

So there he was last weekend with his new Nintendo DSi showing how he could take photos with it.

 

He took one of Katie. I didn't expect it to stay too long before being deleted.

 

And now we hear he has been showing the pic to his friends saying: "That's my half-sister." He, he.

 

When reminded that she isn't his half-sister he replied: "Well, we share the same birthday."

 

Sweet.

I recently test drove a Saab for an MSN Cars review I am writing.

 

Katie loves cars.

 

And this one was no exception.

 

A day or two before I had to return the car she went up to it and insisted we drove in it rather than walked. We were about to walk a couple of hundred yards so she didn't get her wish.

 

"My car, my car," she insisted.

 

I hereby confirm Saab still owns that car as part of its press fleet and they came and picked it up this week. Sorry, Katie.

 

It's the little things that count.

 

1. I stub my toe, Katie runs over and gives me a hug

2. I'm half dressed, Katie sees me, grabs a spare t-shirt and gives it to me

3. I sneeze, Katie says: "Bless you, daddy."

 

Aah.

Most toddlers love splashing in puddles.

 

And Katie is no exception. If she sees a puddle she has to walk in it. Exceptions are not made/tolerated.

 

On the way home from nursery this week she happily walked back and forth in a big puddle in the park even though she didn't have her wellies on. Soggy feet but who cares when you get to walk in a big puddle?

 

 

 

At nursery they played at being hairdressers.

 

Katie ended up with her first pony tail, which she has continued to enjoy all weekend.

 

We've never cut her hair, by the way, though it now needs a trim as bit of her fringe come down over her eyes.

 

 

What do you do if you can't make a living from farming alone?

 

Turn it into a B&B, as some have done, or open it to the public, as some others have done.

 

We visited one such place yesterday.

 

The best bit is feeding the animals yourself. It's good for the farmer as you buy the feed when you go in and you do the feeding. It's good fun for you as little lambs eat from your hand. And presumably it's good for the lambs too, although they still need their milk as well.

 

We had had a go at this last September on holiday and this time Katie was still nervous but not quite as much.

 

Remember to wash your hands after!

 

We had a fun day but Katie did fall over and hurt herself. On the odd occasion when she falls over she shoots her arms out in time to pad her fall but somehow this time she wasn't quick enough when she tripped and she hit her face on the hard ground. She chipped a front tooth, her lip is swollen and her cheek grazed. Ouch.

 

Not the farm's fault, by the way, in case an accident lawyer is hoping we want to sue.

 

Katie was upset for a bit but then perked up again as she usually does.

 

PS

I chipped a tooth 18 months ago by eating a mint imperial.

Well, actually, too small for my boots.

 

Katie decided to try on my walking boots.

 

You'd expect Katie to have all her teeth through by now.

 

But she doesn't.

 

There are still about four more on top and bottom to come through.

 

And it doesn't look like they're going to make it any time soon, although she gets some pain from time to time.

Sneeze and Katie will say: "Bless you daddy."

 

Very sweet.

 

Cough a lot and Katie will say the same thing.

Here's how a typical breakfast goes at the moment.

 

There's no such thing as a typical breakfast.

 

Katie likes porridge and will happily eat it with a few healthy raisins added on top.

 

Except when she doesn't want to eat it any more.

 

Which is where we are right now.

 

Then she'll have Weetabix.

 

And if daddy sits by her eating his Weetabix then it's one spoonful for Katie and one for daddy until we've finished.

 

That works really well and is a pleasure.

 

Except when she decides she's had enough before she's finished her bowl.

 

Or when she says she doesn't want Weetabix.

 

So you move on to toast.

 

That's always a winner.

 

Except during that time when she didn't want it, obviously.

 

And now it helps if you call it Tubby Toast.

 

Even though it's exactly the same.

 

And she'll have butter on the toast and she'll tell you by saying: "Butter, butter, butter."

 

Over and over.

 

So you put some butter on it and she'll happily munch away like the sweetest, cutest, most content toddler in the world.

 

Except when she might just lick the butter off the toast rather than munch the toast.

 

Which can happen from time to time.

 

Except when she would like jam as well.

 

And she'll tell you by saying: "Jam, jam, jam."