Phoenix Loves... Neomi part II

So just a quick update on how things are going with me and my new friend Neomi...

Hopefully you'll remember we had our first play date a few weeks ago, and last Friday we had our second date at mum's friend's new home. She's called Jasmine and she's the one with the little dog called Ulrik - he's great fun but his breath don't half stink!

We played all afternoon which was ace, although I must admit I did fall asleep at one point... Oops. Saying that though, dad told me he fell asleep in the pub the first time he met mum's friend Liza and mum still liked him when Liza told her about dad, so there's hope for me yet!

I definitely felt less shy this time, after all I'd met them all before so nothing to be scared of. I can also confirm that the rumours are true - Neomi and I swapped dummies! Mum says dummy swapping is the new kissing but I don't know about that - I think we're a bit young!



Just one more kiss...

Dad says it's good to make a girl laugh. Best wear those socks again next time!

I guess things must be going pretty well as we've got another date this week and this time I've invited Neomi over to my place. Can't wait to see her again! Now the eternal conundrum - what to wear?!?

Roll on Friday!

Phoenix Love x x x

Phoenix Loves... Teeth.

Can you see? If you look closely you can just about make them out, stretching up from the bottom of my mouth. I now have my first two teeth :o) Ok, so 'Phoenix Loves... Teeth' might be pushing it a wee bit, but it is pretty cool!

I've thought about it a lot and I think the pros way out the cons with this whole teeth malarky. Yes, it really, really hurts when they're trying to pop out, but now I've got a couple there's no stopping me. Mum and dad have already felt the wrath of these little babíes - that will teach them to go poking about in my mouth! Ask first next time guys...

Dad says that these will make up my first set of teeth, called baby or milk teeth and that when I'm older they'll fall out and I'll get new, adult ones. Sounds like more pain to me, but dad promised it will be ok and that I'll even be in line for a visit from something called the Tooth Fairy. She goes around collecting all the baby teeth that fall out and I've even heard whispers that she might leave a little somethin' somethin' for me in return... Sweet!

Got to clean to make them gleam!

The thing with teeth is that you have to keep them clean. This is done with something called a toothbrush and I guess it's a bit like a bath for your teeth. I've been doing my best to copy mum and dad when they clean theirs, although I'm not really sure what it is they're doing so I usually just wiggle it about in my mouth a bit and sure enough that seems to please them! Most of the time though they have to give me a hand and I'm cool with that as I'm going to have years and years of brushing them myself when I'm older...

Dad says that there is a general view in the world that British teeth are a bit rubbish and that Swedes usually have whiter than white teeth. Well, I'm not sure how true that is but if this following picture is anything to go by then here's hoping the Swedish genes win that battle!



The tooth hurts dad...

Well, thanks for reading and expect to see lots of toothy grins from yours truly in the near future!

Phoenix Love x x x

Phoenix Loves... Play.

My favourite places - it's a growing list. But today, at this very moment, I think the number one spot has to go to the play park down the road from where we live.

Always happy to come and play here.

It's not the biggest in the world and it's probably not the best in the world either, but it's mine and I love going there, especially with my mum and dad. It's on the way to the local shops, so whenever mum and dad need something (usually treats) my luck's in!

When you're there in the afternoon, with nobody else around and the sun shining through the trees -there's nothing better. Not that I spend my time there relaxing, nope, there's too much to do! First stop is usually the huge swing which mum or dad always insist on going on with me for my own safety. Yeah and the fact that it's really fun has nothing to do with it I guess!



Nail biting stuff.

Next up we'll usually hit the rocking moose or horse - that's me on the moose with dad in the first picture. Then it's onto the picture game, do a bit of climbing on the ladders, go on another swing and then finish things off with a go on the slide. Check it out:

Spinny things.

I'm going up in the world.

This is the life.

 

What? Me? Down there?!?

 

Phew, I'm tired just thinking of all that fun stuff! In fact, I'm far too tired to even finish this blog so why don't we leave it to some old dude that once said something interesting about play - thanks dad for the help (or should that be Google...)

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” - George Bernard Shaw (Irish playwright 1856-1950)

Phoenix Love x x x