Look into my eyes, not around the eyes... 

Hypnotic

I'm not being big-headed but I am blessed with these big-eyes, easy to flutter at dad, a guaranteed No/Yes conversion guaranteed every time, mum's a bit harder to crack.
They're even bigger than my mate Noddy's mince pies don't you think?

Aim High! 

Size of that thing.

Picked up an invaluable lesson from Chelsie recently - Aim High!
Went to a show with Dad, saw a load of teddy Bears, picked the biggest one, ended up with an average size one, not a bad afternoons work.

Rumbled by the Ticket collector 

On my way 

Mini-Break

Mum and Dad went on holiday without me so I decided I could do with a break myself and managed to get onto a train, but then as I was just about to head off to the buffet car the ticket collector caught me and sent me home, it all happened in a few short hours so "them indoors" were totally clueless - Good day out though!

Mine is pretend. 

The Third Musketeer

Cousin Sam is the youngest of the troupe and here's Chelsie our older and wiser cousin. She is the best in the business at getting her own way and we have much to learn from her - Big Shout to you girl!

Stop that Woman! 

Stop that Woman!

Dad never lets Mum drive our car, so she's bought herself this mean-machine to terrorise the neighbourhood - I've told her it's no good for the lawns on the Vale, but will she listen?

What a good Storyteller! 

Flirt, Me, Never!

This is a piccy of me, my cousin Sam and his Dad David - Who incidentally is a very good reader, with a style all of his own.

Before Mullets were fashionable! 

Ginger Nut!

Anyone who knows my dad will be surprised to learn that he himself was indeed once a red-top, just look at the state of him- Scary Isn't it.
Oh and Dad, this is here because you didn't leave me a change of clothes today and after a messy cookery class I've been forced to borrow some really nasty clobber.

Gggggrrrrrr! 

Who am I and where I am from

My name's Hannah Violet Jenkinson DOB : 18th November 2002 - My dad's called Peter and my mum is Dawn.
The past two and a half years have been pretty busy what with one thing and another but I decided that it was time to start a blog so all my rellys up and down the country can keep an eye on what I'm up to.
In addition to acting as a diary I'd love to hear from anyone with embarrasing stories and pictures of my mum and dad to use as bargaining tools against them when I feel necessary.
Of course, there will be no bargaining with them if they take me to Pontins for a "Noddy Weekend" or show up at my nursery wearing a Pringle jumpers or discuss my toilet habits with complete strangers.
Stop by every week, there's always something new happening with us kids you know!