The Life of Matthew

The day before yesterday Mummy was picking me up from nursery. While she was putting my coat on I pointed (I haven’t yet learned that it’s not polite to point) to a man and said, ‘Tilly Farfar!’ (Remember that Tilly Farfar is what I call my girlfriend Mathilda’s grandfather because I’m part Danish and he’s her father’s father.)

Then, later that night, while I was falling asleep in Mummy’s arms and she was watching TV, I looked up, pointed to one of the people on the screen and said, ‘Tilly Farfar!’

Mummy says that she can see the resemblance and both she and Daddy are very impressed at how good I am at remembering people. After all, I don’t see my girlfriend’s grandfather very often. Hopefully when I see him again I will point (time enough later to learn I shouldn’t do that) and say, ‘Tilly Farfar!’

Until next time, bye bye

I’m ill. I’ve had a fever, I’m tired and off my food. I’ve also got a rash.

The doctor says that I have got Roseola, and an ear infection!

I’m far too unhappy to write more.

Until next time, bye bye.

Today is my girlfriend’s second birthday so Happy Birthday Tilly! There’s a little present waiting for you here and I’ll give it to your grandma and granddad when they next come up.

I haven’t seen Matilda for quite a while but fortunately I have photos to look at (I like looking at photos). Every time I see a photo of Matilda’s granddad I say “Tilly Farfar” so obviously my future grandfather-in-law has made an impression!

Hope you have a good day Matilda and get lots of lovely presents.

Until next time, bye bye.

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Grandma,
Happy birthday to you.

As you might have guessed, it’s Grandma’s birthday today. It’s a special birthday today but I can’t say how old she is because I can’t count that high yet! I can only count to ten so don’t feel bad Grandma.

I’m really excited because I get to see Grandma and Granddad in two weeks time and we are all going up to France to do things with their boat. I’m looking forward to that.

So again, happy birthday and until next time, bye bye.

I know that I turned 18 months some weeks ago and I know that my doctor’s visit was last week but hey, better late than never!

My visit to the doctor took it’s usual turn. I had injections and I cried screamed throughout.

The doctor asked Mummy lots of questions about my development to which Mummy was able to reply in the positive (or more often “Yes, in two languages”). The doctor pronounced me to be “perfect”. I could have told her that over the phone! I also display signs of intelligence. One question was “am I able to express my dissatisfaction or disapproval?”. To which the reply is “Yes, in two languages”! This apparently is a sign of intelligence.

For the record, I now weigh 13.25kgs (29.2 lbs) and am 87.5cms (2′ 10″) tall.

I don’t have to go for another check-up until I’m 2.

Changing the subject:

I’m really enjoying going to school every morning. My teacher says that I’m a lovely boy and a pleasure to have around. Today was someone’s birthday and so we had cake. I like cake!

One good thing about school is that I can bring lots on new things home and share them with Mummy and Daddy. They are called germs. My nose hasn’t stopped running since I started and at the moment I have a nice cough that I’ve shared with Daddy. Mummy has the makings of a sore throat that might develop into something good soon.

Until next time, bye bye.

Just to let you know that I had a great time at Mormor’s birthday party and was a very good boy in front of my future in-laws (whom I called Tilly Farfar and Tilly Farmor).

I dressed up in a white shirt that Mummy had decorated with Danish flags and birthday greetings. In the photo you can see part of the design and the fact that I had a runny nose. Sorry about the hands. There’s always one!

Until next time, bye bye.

Today is Mormor’s birthday so tillykke med fødselsdagen (that’s happy birthday for you non bi-lingualists) Mormor! Elsker Dig.

I’m really excited about this evening and a little nervous. Mormor is having a birthday party and I love parties. I can dress up in my smart clothes and play with all of the guests but I’m nervous because my future grandparents-in-law are going to be there so I have to be on my best behaviour!

I’ll let you know how I got on.

Until next time, bye bye.

After dinner tonight I brought one of my books over to Mummy and asked if we could count. Mummy started me off and I counted to ten all on my own! This was in Danish don’t forget - I always talk to Mummy in Danish. I made a few mistakes but the mark from the Danish judge was 7/10.

I then did my numbers with Daddy in English and again counted to ten on my own. The mark from the English judge was 9/10 (I always seem to forget five).

I’m not worried about my Danish marks but I blame Mormor. Whenever we count together she always misses out syv (7). This naturally throws me. Daddy says that I’m being unfair; the number seven wasn’t invented when Mormor was a little girl!

The picture on this page gives a clue to my high score in English. I’m playing with Puppy, my friend that sings songs and teaches me things, and yes, one of those things is counting to ten. There is another reason that I’m good at counting to ten and it’s my favourite game but that’s for another time (can you guess what it is)?

Anyway. The two marks combined give me a total score of 16/20 or 80% which, if I were to do a degree in counting at university, would give me a First. I knew I was clever!

Until next time, bye, bye.

This school malarkey is absolutely exhausting and I haven’t even spent a whole morning there yet!

I thought that I would be spending all morning with Mummy or Daddy until I got used to the whole thing but so far we have only been spending an hour at a time there although today Mummy left the room for ten minutes to see how I would react. I was very good.

We are not too sure how long it will take until I can spend all morning at my nursery but to be honest with you, I’m not too sure that I can stick the pace. I’m shattered by the time I get home and go straight to sleep - and only after an hour in class. Daddy says that this is normal and not to worry. Apparently I’m training to be a student!

Until next time, bye bye.

I’m feeling much better now. My cough has cleared up and my nose is back to behaving itself and not leaking.

This means that I’m now well enough to start nursery school on Friday. I was a bit nervous about it but the great news is that Mummy is going to spend the day with me! What happens is that Mummy will be with me (Daddy is at work) so that I can see everything is all right and that there is nothing to be afraid of. On Monday, Daddy will be with me although at some point he will leave the school for a while so that I can get used to being without him. After that we will see how it goes. Some children may need longer to get used to the school whilst others don’t. I wonder which I’ll be?

Lots to look forward to then. My only hope is that the two teeth that are coming through at the moment get on with it. Mummy and Daddy want to give a medal to the person who invented teething gel!

Until next time, bye bye.