RUM!

I slept in until 7:30, and was still a bit tired all day after last night's shenanigans.

I made Aunty Lyndall 'run' all over the house with me.

She bought me some nice new books. And we had some lovely story times.

Dad and I played guitars tonight. First with my top Gibson guitar, and then with his real guitar. I love it when he plays his guitar. And he loves to play it for me. Even when I get a bit carried away and start to strum on the strings.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I did some 'drumming' on the blankets. I yell 'RUM!' when I play my 'drums'.

The longest day

Today could have been my longest day ever.

We went to church in the morning and the most memorable thing that happened was when I gave my friend Olive a big hug and we toppled over onto the ground!

Then we went to grandma and grandad's house for morning tea and lunch.

We went home for a sleep after that and then to the park for a bit of a run around.

I mastered the slippery dip, and had a lot of rides until mum's arms got sore from lifting me up to the top (there's no steps on the slippery dip - just a climbing rop, and I'm a bit too small for climbing ropes)

Then we went out to Easterfest for some evening concerts. We sat in the front row in the cafe, and I waved at lots of people walking past. I danced a bit in the aisles, and got lots of smiles. And I had lots of juice. I didn't get sleepy. I kept rockin' and talking and dancing until it got really late!

We went home. It was almost midnight. I looked at mum when we walked in the door and asked to watch some TV!

She told me that all good boys and girls went to bed five hours ago, and that I should have been asleep, and so I went to bed.

Rockin' with Grandma

The festival is going strong.

But so is the rain.

So mum packed me off to see grandma while she and dad went to some concerts in the rain. See, they're not totally irresponsible!

I did get to spend a bit of time in the media and artist area, and I wore my 'Church Punk' shirt!

I met the daughter of the Compliments of Gus keyboard player. She's about the same size as me, but I still called her a "babeeee".

Someone gave me a balloon on a stick and it kept me entertained for a long time in the big tent.

Rockin' with Audio Adrenaline

I love rockin'!

And the rock came to our town with Easterfest, a big festival in the park.

Today, dad was doing interviews backstage and mum and I came for a visit. I was in my skull and cross bone shirt and my skinny black jeans and my Chucks - I looked the part! Oh, and I brought my guitar with me too!

During the press conference the guys in Audio Adrenaline said hello to me and invited me up onto the stage. I was a bit shy, but I eventually gave Will the bass player a high-five.

They signed my guitar.

They got whisked away pretty quicly after that, so the only picture I have of our meeting is the one below, where I'm not doing one of my best smiles. Good thing Tyler is smiling for the both of us!

Later on we went and watched some bands play. I wore my trusty ear muffs to protect my ears. Dad took me down the front and I just stared at the lights and the bands on stage. Dad said it was amazing that I sat still for such a long time. Mum had me on her shoulders down the front for Audio Adrenaline's concert. I finally ended up in the pram but insisted I watch until the very moment my eyes finally shut - just in time for the encore.

Home-made punk

Dad and I went to the shops today. We were looknig for some new duds. We didn't find any that fit (I'm too big for the baby stuff, and not quite big enough for the 'boy' section)

But I had fun running through the mall. And I really tired myself out running up the walkway ramps in the carpark.

When we got home dad decided to customise one of my t-shirts for the upcoming Easterfest. He grabbed a black shirt, a can of spray paint and headed to the garage. I wasn't allowed to witness the event, but later on I got handed my very own hand painted shirt. It says "Church Punk". Mum even thinks it looks cool. Which surprised us all!

Aunty Lyndall arrived tonight, and I made her read me a lot of stories before bed.

Where's dad?

At 4 o'clock I decided it was time to get dad from work. I found mum and pointed to the car outside and said 'daddy?'

I did it a few times.

And then I cried 'daddy!' And I cried a bit more.

And I grabbed the picture I'd drawn and took it to the front door.

And I cried 'daddy' again.

Mum tried to explain that he'd be getting home a bit later. But it was no good. I wanted dad now.

We called him on the phone. He had a little chat to me. He explained that he'd be home in a while.

He had a late interview, and got home after tea.

When he finally got home I was tired, but still had enough time for a story and then fell asleep on dad's shoulder.

Ukelale

The TV antenna man came to check our aerial today. He had to test out all the channels. When he came to ABC2 I settled down on the couch, because one of my shows was on. And then he went and changed the channel! Darn.

Later on we went out to tea at Aanika and Zara's place. We had a a great time playing. They've got a real ukelale. I carried it around for most of the night.