Recently by Writesaid Fred
I've decided on my future career folks... I want to be in the fire service.
And not just any branch mind you... the Pontypandy station.
That's where my fire officer idol Fireman Sam goes each morning to make the world a better - or at least cooler - place... but noble though that it, being a force for good is not my primary motivation.
Having mastered the art of sign language (big up to those sing and sign classes), imagine my surprise at finding out that my vocal chords are, in fact, controllable.
My lack of blogging can also be attributed to my new found love of the spoken word.
I mean, why write it down when you can say it out, loud and proud.
Hallelujah, praise the fella in the sky and high five until your handy hurts.
Yours truly has mastered the exact amount of vocabulary any man needs to get him through the day.
Regular readers will remember my hilarious - but in retrospect probably rather cruel - decision to speak my first word - D-A-D - on Mother's Day.
We can laugh about it now, but things were a bit hairy for a while. Still, bygones and all that.
... and it's nothing to do with platform shoes or losing your knicky knacks where the sun doesn't shine.
Today was a landmark day in the life of Freddie T (that's my hip hop tag by the way... just something I'm trying out with the ladies).
I had my first ever potato wedge... and it (or should I say they given the number I managed to stuff down before my supply was mercilessly cut off) was simply delightful.
Apparently I'm not alone in our family when it comes to my newfound appreciation for the diversity of potatoes.
If music be the food of love, then Piccolo Music Club should be given a Michelin star... hence I'm still smarting at my meeting with the duo behind the phenomenon which serves as a shining highlight in the weeks of babies and toddlers all over Tyneside.
And that's not like me.
In the 13 months I've been here, I'd like to think I've carved out a reputation for myself as something of a cucumber on the old coolometer. My unrivalled ability to look nonplussed no matter what stimulus I'm faced with has to be my favourite thing about myself thus far (except for my cheeks, obviously).
For those of you who have been worried sick... Freddie boy is back and blogging.
But I don't mind telling you that the past couple of months have been a struggle.
Just when I thought I'd got used to the whole holiday concept (everyone was ALWAYS around so I never got a minute to myself; bedtime was out of the window so my Mr Grumpy side was getting a regular appearance fee; the heat sent me a little bit doolally on occasion; and don't get me started on the dietary issues) they bring me back to where I started from and then have the cheek to introduce me to the weird and thoroughly perplexing world of (drum roll please)... NURSERY.
... then I'm changin my name by deed poll to Fred 'the virtuous' Telfer.
It was December 24, 2007 when I put in my order for two front teeth... and I'm only just seeing the whites of my top two gnashers breaking through the vast sea of gums responsible for a 1,018 gummy smiles to date.
Santa better be quicker about this year's list or someone's gonna have to have a word.
(I would write more but I'm sunny myself in Provence... I'll send a blog card when I've perfected by backstroke and picked a bunch of lavender for mum)
For as long as I can remember I have been the recipient of more hand-clapping than you could shake a rattle at.
When I was teeny tiny, I only had to stick out my tongue on demand to get a rousing roud of applause.
Then there were the burps. Every bubble of wind which has left my mouth since day dot has had its own rapturous welcome.
I've just found the best thing EVER.
Picture the scene... I'm using my new found mobility to explore the house from top to bottom and then some when I stumble across a red plastic key-ring-type device whose buttons make it resemble a lady birdy-bug.
Be careful what you wish for parentals... this baby is no longer a put-him-down-and-know-he'll-stay-there kind of guy...
I have officially graduated from the imaginary starting blocks I've been rocking on for the past two months and learned how to put one knee in front of the other. Who knew there were so many nooks, crannies and apparent certain death traps (if the mumster is to be believed) on my very doorstep.



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