Rock star for a day!

Rosie won a GAP competition this week, and got to be 'rock star for a day' at a mall on Beach road!

Hair and make-up were part of the package. A 'professional' stylist worked feverishly to prepare her for her photo shoot.

I felt very nervous about her throwing a star-style tantrum and not allowing her stylist anywhere near her precious hair (let alone allow her to work on the make-up.) As you can see, this was not the case.

It was as if she has been applying and wearing make-up all her tiny life. She absolutely reveled in it.

Talk about Diva.......

Lipstick looking good!

Hair and make-up almost complete...

There we go. A tiny transformation. If she can only stop herself from licking the lipstick off her lips!

A natural in front of the flashing lights of the press (coming to a GAP clothing website near you!)

Post performance. Time to be inconspicuous to avoid unwanted attention from press and public. Out with the dark glasses.

Mellowing out after the gig, just strumming a tune in the dressing room.

I may be a crazy rock star, but I still need my mummy to take me home at the end of the day.

Pneumonia

Although now recovered, three weeks ago Rosie was diagnosed with pneumonia. It came as a big shock, but thankfully we caught it early and it was confined to one lung. Strong medication combined with lots of telly on the sofa did the trick after 10 days or so. 

Teeth

I can clean my teeth!!...

with Mummy's help, and providing I get a tiny chocolate afterwards. 

Cleaning teeth and then eating sweets. You have a lot to learn Rosie.

MC Woodhead

Rock and Roll!! MC Woodhead in the house. Laying down some 'Twinkle twinkle' beats, featuring 'little star.'

 

Forget that Jazz rubbish that my Dad listens to. Phat tunes are where it's at. A remix of 'Muffin man' coming up!

TV is a wonderful thing.

Sharing a joke.

It is great to be considered the funniest person in the world! At last, someone appreciates my humour!

Actually, we were laughing at the seagulls at the floating restaurant on the creek at Bur Dubai.

OK, so the seagulls were funny, but she definitely thinks I am the funniest person in the world (and probably the coolest.)

Fares please!

All aboard for London, Oxford, York and Wembley! My, my that's a grueling route you have Rosie. London to Oxford to York, and then back to London. I hope you (and your passengers) are prepared for a seriously long journey.

Playing and praying in Safa

Safa park is a busy place at the weekend, and it is worth while making the most of it before it gets too hot to visit. Whilst these ladies were busy praying, Rosie was busy playing.

Not much time for Grandma to attend to her prayers today. Far more important to chase mouse around the park.

Playing peek-a-boo in the flowers

Discussing seed pods and general botany with Grandpa

Our first barbeque of the season was a big success, and Rosie managed to force down several chicken kebabs before a little bell announced the approach of the boy with the bicycle and the promise of proper food....strawberry ice-cream.

Grandparents in Town

The visits continue! The same day Uncle Nikko departed, Grandma and Grandpa arrived. Someone new to share the delights of 'Rio-The Movie' and 'Timmy the naughty sheep.'

Grandma even managed to look interested in Timmy for a number of episodes! Guaranteed approval from Rosie.

More to follow......

Uncle Nikko in town.

Rosie had another opportunity to eat Lebanese and enjoy the Dubai fountains last week. She even got to see the Whitney Houston memorial display. In reality, she was more interested in her new 'make a face' toy from Uncle Nikko.

Now some might call me strange, or not particularly handsome...but check out Uncle Nikko. Now that is just plain odd. Corpse-like, with an entirely flat crown and translucent complexion. Rosie didn't seem particularly distressed by this vision (perhaps because he came bearing such delightful gifts.)

TV with Grandpa

I'm not sure what they were both watching, but it was obviously highly amusing to both of them. Certainly not the cricket on Sky Sports...

Although Rosie has now lost interest, preferring to study physics, so perhaps it was the cricket....

Whatever it was, she has lots of questions, which Grandpa seems keen to answer in detail.

Whatever it was, Rosie clearly appreciated not having to endure another TV session with her boring Mummy or Daddy!

Christmas number two.

Christmas number two was spent a short plane ride away in Cheshire. I think Rosie liked having Christmas twice. She got to coordinate and oversee the unwrapping of another set of other people's gifts, and received another huge pile for herself (including a set of angel wings.)

She had a lovely time with her cousin Lana, who she met for the first time (and who she thought was the coolest thing on the planet.)It was clear that Daddy is not the coolest thing anymore, and it is far more fun to copy Lana, throwing herself around and pretending to poop. Oh well.

Berlin Christmas

Uncle Lars and Uncle Robin were the hosts for a lovely Christmas in Berlin. Rosie loved all things Santa, and just about everything to do with Christmas (except the weather in Europe.)

Santa made the trip especially to visit little Rosie. At first she was very unsure about him, but when he opened his bag and pulled out a pile of presents, her view changed. She was quite disappointed when he had to leave for Lapland, and for the next few days every knock at the door was hoped to be Santa making a return visit.

Santa left a seriously cool pink bike behind, with matching helmet. Hurray!! Rosie hopes it is not too long before Santa comes knocking again!!

Christmas Markets

We arrived in Berlin for Christmas on the 23rd. Just time to make the most of the beautiful Christmas markets. The smells! The lights! Not sure who was more excited - me or Pipkin.

She seemed extremely impressed by the gigantic wheel. When it came down it it, she managed half a ride on a tiny carousel in a little boat before pleading to get out. We''ll save the big wheel for next year then.

Rosie managed to force down a sausage before it was time to go home. A whole sausage, and bread. An adult one, on top of her dinner. Why not...it's Christmas.

It was a lovely (if cold) evening, and I am pretty sure Rosie is sold on the concept of the Christmas market.

Christmas is coming!

Rosie is getting into the Christmas spirit, ready for her trip to Europe next weekend. We are a three suitcase family..and one of them is full of gifts from Santa.

She has also been working hard on her Christmas vocabulary. New additions to her expanding store of words are; Santa, reindeer (actually caribou, which she learnt some time ago and can be forgiven for mistaking one for the other) snowman and Christmas tree.

 Cake is also a word that she is practicing hard at the moment. She has no idea of how useful that word will be over the next few weeks.

Dubai actually feels quite Christmassy. The weather is blissful, with a seasonal nip in the air and malls full of decorations. Malls were filled with decorations in Malaysia, true, but it was a dripping, humid 35 degrees outside, and somehow never really felt like Christmas.

Here's wishing you all a very merry Christmas, from Santa's smallest elf xxx

Rock On!!

Rosie has spent the last few weeks working on her image. First we had the peace sign, using one hand to arrange the fingers on the other, and squeaking 'peace' triumphantly when she worked it out. From there she progressed to the above. Sometimes we have peace with one hand, and 'rock and roll' with the other, with her squeaking each of them alternately. Note the ACDC t-shirt (but not the green leisure suit she is wearing over the top of it.)