The Whalley Tribe: My Sister Savannah SURE is growing old huh?

Yup. She did it. O'l Grandma turned two. Sheeeesh. What a performance....

Mom arranged a picnic with Pooh in the park. (You know, we've got this great park across the road from my shack?)

I've done a poo in the park myself, but I don't have the voyeuristic intentions of my sister - i.e. I didn't need 30 people around me, when I performed. Poor insecure, insignificant other. Anyway, I digress.

So Mom was up the evening before wrapping little take away Pooh table mats and little chocolate teddy bears. Not bad. Have to say though, that after 8 weeks of milk, those Bear's went down a treat. Wonder which kid went without, like I care...

Dad even helped Mom blow balloons up. Excuse me while I stifle my guffaw. He already had a balloon on his cheek from the tooth ache, and Indiana Jones here wanted to help. Less said about him the better, except that I actually may be bigger than him, in about two months time.

So after a week of rain, the big day arrives, beautiful, calm, warm 30'C weather. I did my normal "I'm the happening thing around here" and essentially made things as difficult as possible. Shucks, I love my life. Dad ran around, and moved the table, Braai (there's that word again - what is it with our parent's home gibberish?) the bin, and 34 other items not used across the road. Mom cut fruit up, sorted drinks, tablecloth's, looked good, that kind of thing. Even friends helped, like Mom's mate Kim, who collected the rolls and cake. Yikes, nice babe, give me 20 years and I'll give her a call - oops sorry Gavin, but my Dad will smack you if you hassle me...

Dad made boerewors rolls while the gremlins consumed fruit and bears, and focused on creating havoc, playing in the park. I worked out that 96 % of the attendees were very interested in me. The other 4% were kookaburra's, so they don't count anyway.

Savannah had a ball, playing with all her mates, dressed up in that weird Piglet and Pooh dress/shorts (look sis, make a decision huh - dress OR shorts) and then had a song sang to her, Happy Biffday or something like that.

(Savannah with her mates)

She even had a bash at trying to blow two pathetic candles out, and failed . Duh! Come on Sis, even a sick platypus could have done that.

We also had the real deal Winnie the Pooh (some fat Teddy with yellow jaundice) sitting at the base of one of the tree's, in o'l Hundred Acre Wood. (Sure Dad, the park's like 30 square metres - gotta exaggerate everything, that Pop of mine)

And then, like a whirlwind, everyone left, and we cruised across to my place where some other cool cats pulled in. Mom and Dad entertained them there too - nice and cool it was!. I was held again to my heart's content. Yeah, bring on the parties, my kind of life.

And Savannah's response to the day? She's happy I guess, and boy did she stuff her face with food. I saw the look on Dad's face changing her nappy that evening. Ha ha - Dad, take a look at your Father's generation - they would never had got suckered into that rubbish - I'm telling you, I ain't doing that stuff either.....

Anyway, got to go. Mom's looking settled. Too settled. Here's some more photos for you. Not bad. I took most of them myself. For now, see ya later, mates...

The cake. Phew, I would have loved some....