A Day in the Life of a Rock Star

ROckstarI don’t mean to blow my own trumpet, but I have a pretty hectic social life for an 18-month-old. On Monday and Tuesday, me and my big brother look after Nanny & Grandad {they can be a bit of a handful, but between the pair of us we can usually handle them} and on Wednesday and Thursdays, I make a guest appearance at my childminder’s {I’m the only boy there and totally have the ladies in the palm of my hand}. But Fridays are my favourite day because mummy doesn’t go to work and I get to hang out with her and my big brother all day.

Today started out in the usual rock-star fashion, with me feeding myself Weetabix for breakfast. Yup, you read that right – I totally feed myself. I particularly like this bib because I think it really complements my eyes and I love the way it detracts from the mess around my face.

Weetabix - the breakfast of champions.

Weetabix – the breakfast of champions.

My big brother and mummy had been really well behaved today, so I took them to a new park to show them my physical agility – just look how I’m owning that toadstool. I’m trying out a new pose {a post-modern interpretation of Blue Steel} which I think works particularly well in this light. Sometimes you’ve just gotta give the people what they want.

A new twist on Blue Steel...

A new twist on Blue Steel…

After the park we went to look at the ducks in the pond outside our house and one of my friends joined us…it was a bit awkward actually, because I think she likes my older brother, so it was a bit of a ‘three-is-a-crowd’ situation. Anyway…

Awwwwkwaaaaard...

Awwwwkwaaaaard…

After lunch and a 2 hour nap {this rock ‘n’ roll life is pretty exhausting}, mummy suggested we all go to Sainsbury’s. She said it as though it was a treat, so I shot her a look of distain, before remembering that I get to sit in the front of the trolley, which is pretty awesome, so I went along with the crazy lady’s suggestion. This is me pretending I’m not with the loon in the back of the trolley dressed as a pirate.

I think my face says it all.

I think my face says it all.

Waving goodbye to my fans...

Waving goodbye to my fans…

Once we got back home, we had tea, which I fed myself again, of course. My big brother was playing up so mummy ended having to help him eat his dinner whilst I just cracked-on by myself. I know, the irony. Just before bed I indulged in spot of hide-the-phone, which is hilarious. Although mummy doesn’t find it all that funny for some reason. Kill-joy.

So there you have it – a day in the life of a rock star, all topped off with a bottle of milk in my pjs – yup, that’s how I roll.

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4 thoughts on “A Day in the Life of a Rock Star

  1. Hehehe. Love this post, very well written and the pics are fab too.

    I am sure my 20month old thinks alot the same. ‘Why does she always want to play with the cars? I’m actually not that into them but just don’t have the heart to say.’

    Lovely blog.

  2. I just LOVED this blog. so funny, so cleverly written. This is a blog with a difference and am really looking forward to Little Momkeys diary of his life . You certainly have the measure of each other. Pass my comments on to Little Monkey. Lucky Mummy !!

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