My first days

Hello everyone.
This is my diary which I promise to keep updated regularly with all the great things I do. I might have to get my dad to help me writing it at first since I can't reach the keyboard yet, but I'll tell him exactly what to say.

The obvious place to start is the beginning:- I took my first breath at 14:41 on the 15th September 2005. Well it wasn't just a breath, it was a loud scream which frightened the doctors so much that they nearly dropped me. And I understand that my mum and dad both simultaneously (that's long word that means at the same time) rolled their eyeballs in their eye sockets around a few times wondering what sort of monster had just arrived. Well apparently I did come out all blue - like this page - so it's only understandable.

This is one of the earliest photos of me...I think mummy's big finger was the first thing I ever touched.
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This is a photo of my dad. He's called Adam. He's really great. He is a photographer which is useful for my website but also used to teach scuba-diving and dive down miles and miles into the oceans to discover really ancient shipwrecks from pre-historic times millions of years ago. He is also the best Spanish classical guitar player I've ever heard and he says he used to play semi-professionally. He promises to teach me too once he can find a guitar that isn't bigger than I am.

This is my mum. She's the best mum in the world. She is called Freddie which is I think is short for Frédérique although I am not sure as nobody can pronounce or spell her name properly in any case. She is from a country 50,000 miles away close to the North Pole called Canada, and she can speak French. That's a language that everyone used to speak hundreds of years ago but no-one does anymore because it's just too complicated.

This is first family walk in Regent's Park in London. That's my mum and my nonna Camilla who is my dad's mum. She's just the best nonna and came to help look after me when I was very little. She is from Italy which is just the coolest place in the world to be from. She and my dad are going to teach me Italian too. I'm inside that overpriced brown box with wheels which is called a Bunga-Boo pram and which all posh people must have these days.

My nonna Camilla and nonno Vincenzo live in a beautiful and ancient city called Edinburgh which is in Scotland. My nonno makes people and things out of a metal called bronze; they call him a sculptor and he is really really famous. This is him in his studio. All those people around him in the photo are not real, as no-one can stand still that long without moving or laughing. They are called statues and are collected by posh and cultivated people who have lots of taste and also lots of money.

This is my grandpère Roch. That's where my middle name comes from. He is also really really famous and he lives in Montreal in Canada. He writes books and they are written in French because it is really difficult to write in French. He has lots of titles and awards and more people read his books than anybody else's anywhere. He wrote a book about a boy and a hockey sweater which my mum promises he will read to me when we go to see him in Canada. The first sentence from that story is on every $5 note in Canada. How cool is that?!

to be continued....look again soon....

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