Saturday, 28 February 2009
We were already running a bit late and mum and dad weren't sure what to do. They gave me some panadol and I soon perked up. They asked me if I wanted to go and visit them. I said, 'guitar', then 'woof woof' and 'ball'. Mum thinks I remember that Max the dog nicked my tennis ball the last time were there.
We ended up going out and I had a great time. I ate all my dinner and sat on the couch as the adults all played a quiz game on the Playstation. Dad gave me high fives when he got the questions right.
Friday, 27 February 2009
We played very well today for quite a few hours at her house. With the bigger kids at pre-prep these days, we littler kids got full run of the climbing fort and the sand-pit underneath it.
I ventured into the sandpit for the very first time and thought it was great fun. I tried to get the other kids to play cricket with me but they weren't very interested.
Then it was lunch time and mum caught Olive and I sitting side-by-side, perched in the window sill, eating our sandwiches and having a very animated chat to each other. We call each other by our names now; 'No no' and 'Oi ai'.
Thursday, 26 February 2009
He broke the #1 shopping rule. He didn't grab a trolley and put me in it.
We walked through the aisles. There's a lot of things at my height. Especially in the toy section.
I found balls everywhere. Dad thinks it's my sixth sense.
I did not want to leave the toy section, especially to look at pyjamas.
Dad managed to get me to the clothes section for a quick try-on of a shirt. He didn't take to the the change roms, he just whipped off my shirt in the siasle and threw the shop one on...It fitted so we bought it. After a few detours to the toy section!
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
We arrived home from swimming and mum got me out of the car. While she went to unlock the front door, I ran into the front yard and stood between the rows of roses. I had a sneaky look on my face and I was daring mum to come and catch me.
Instead, she went inside and shut the door behind her. I didn't know that she was actually peaking through the curtains to keep an eye on me. I just saw the door shut and thought 'uh oh!' and that's what I said too. About ten times.
'Uh-oh' as I ran down the row of grass, 'uh-oh' as I climbed the steps and 'uh-oh' as I knocked on the door.
Fortunately she opened it straight away and I got a big hug.
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
It's on me.
Between my legs.
Like any good explorer I named it.
Nobody knows why I've named it my 'didee' - but after a few chuckles around the house mum and dad decided we should call things by their proper names. According to some expert you should call things by their proper name to avoid confusion and embarrassment.
So dad told me "it's not a 'didee' it's a 'penis' ".
And then he repeated the word a few times.
"Penis, penis, penis"
He tried not to laugh, but he thought the whole conversation was hilarious. And embarrassing, when he discovered the window was open!
Monday, 23 February 2009
While grandma looked after me we walked to a park near her place.
Whendad got home from work we had time before tea to have a quick run. He was tired of running up and down the rose rows, and really doesn't like me getting too close to the thorns, so he said 'let's run to the park'.
We had a great time, and it tired me out.
Sunday, 22 February 2009
I had big cuddles with everyone and commandeered grandad's sun lounge at one stage, but soon it was time to hop back in the car and head home.
When we got home dad let me run around in the front yard while he inspected the roses. He ended up running after me and we ran up and down the rows lots of times.
I got very tired. But as dad said, a running-around tired is one of the the best tireds around!
Saturday, 21 February 2009
We spent today visiting wineries.
Before you say 'that's not a very kid-friendly thing to do', there are a few places that are probably less kid friendly....Like a knife convention.
Expensive glass bottles at ground level and hushed wine connoisseurs do not go well with an enthusiastic two year old so dad and I spent most of the day playing in winery carparks.
We met some nice dogs and ran up and down some rows of apple trees, and the highlight of the day was when one wine maker gave me a bag of grapes. Yum!
Friday, 20 February 2009
Nothing would console me.
Mum paced up and down the hall with me for a long time.
I finally settled down when we drew the curtains and looked out the window at the lights in the street.
I was passed to dad at 2 o'clock.
We kept looking out the window, and then we slowly made our way to the Big Bed.
I didn't want to lie down, so dad and I sat up until I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up happy as Larry at 6.
No one else did!
Thursday, 19 February 2009
If I had my way I'd have juice for very meal, and in between every meal.
Fortunately I don't really mind, or notice, that mum waters it down a lot. All that matter is that I see the juice bottle hovering over my cup.
Sometimes mum will pull a swifty and not pour any juice into my cup, and only pretend, but I quickly hand it back and say 'jooooo'.
I also like Broccolli.
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Mum and dad say it's interesting that I don't have one.
But then they realised I do have one.
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
No one knows what provoked me, but we were playing inside a little tent-like structure and the next minute she was crying and had scratched on her face and lip.
Mum was not happy and was very embarrased and cross and sad all at the same time.
On an entirely differnet note, dad and I went to Mcdonalds and had a cheeseburger each. It was fun ti sit next to each other and share another 'first'. He says junk food is a sometimes* food.
*actually, it's a 'seldom' food.
Monday, 16 February 2009
Mum decided I should choose who would put me to bed. She got dad to sit next to her, both with arms outstrecthed and I'd run to the person who would have the 'honour' of putting me to bed.
I ran to dad.
He said 'best of three?'
I ran to him again.
So they switched sides.
I ran to dad.
He put me to bed.
He grinned at mum. He loves that he's my favourite at the moment. The whole 'hero daddy' thing makes him proud.
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Dad helped by pulling the couch out from the wall so I can squeeze myself between it and the curtain in the loungeroom.
Too bad I got the giggles...
I still have a bit to learn about hide and seek.
Saturday, 14 February 2009
On rainy days I stay inside and drive everyone batty!
We decided to go to the shops this afternoon to get me some new clothes - I'm starting to grow out of a lot of my wardrobe - but when we got to Big W they didn't have anything in their catalogue that we'd circled. So we went home and ran around the house and watched some guitars on the telly.
Friday, 13 February 2009
When mum told me it was time for bed tonight I did something I've never done before.
I've shaken my head plenty of times when told it was bedtime, but I've never taken this extra step before. And I need to work on it.
I hit in plain sight!
I buried my head between the ottoman and the lounge. I stayed perfectly still for a few seconds, and mum and dad looked at each other and burst into laughter. Mum said it was the funniest thing she'd seen for a long time.
When I lifted my head up I looked at mum and dad as if you say 'here I am, I was hiding' - they laughed some more.
It turned into a game after a while.
Thursday, 12 February 2009
We watched a U2 concert video today and each time the camera panned to The Edge I said 'tar!'. After a while I 'd strum my guitar and strike a pose whenever I saw him.
Then, like a true rock and roller, I cheered and raised my hand at the end of the song.
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
And he did. On a bus.
We were waving when the bus arrived and I was very happy to see dad. It's the longest we've been apart. I demanded a cuddle straight away, and didn't want to be put down at all.
Dad gave me a new car. he said that's what dads do when they come back from a trip.
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
Monday, 9 February 2009
Dad was always a bit wary of Fender ever since he saw the dog snap at one of my older cousins. He always frowned and grumbled when Fender was let inside when I was inside. i think everyone else thought he was making up stories.
Anyway, he's away at the momentm and Fender and I found ourselves on the couch together. I went in for a cuddle and BAM!
A big fright, many tears and some drawn blood on my lip, Fender will be staying outside when I go around there.
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Mum and I both slept in this morning - until ten past eight!
It was a rush to get ready for church, but we weren't too late. Mum wasn't going to miss the chance to send me to the creche! For the first part of the service, I decided I didn't want to sit with mum and our friends, so I walked around to the row behind them and found my own seat.
Everyone was amazed that I sat there, all by myself, being very good and quiet. Then it was time for Tiny Treasures. I cried when mum left me there, but a few minutes later my favourite teenage girls arrived and made a beeline for me. Mum wasn't there to witness this but one of her friends, who was helping at Tiny Treasures today, told her that I was definitely their favourite and that I spent the whole time happily playing in someone's lap.
After church we came home and had some lunch and then I played with my cardboard stacking boxes. They were a present from my Uncle Ian and Aunty Di.
Today I managed to build a tower, all by myself, that was taller than me! Mum thought I would burst with pride, I was so excited.
I've been talking to dad everyday on the phone. He is away for work at the moment. I like to tell him what I'm up to. Today I told him about cars. Yesterday I told him all about the ball I had been playing with. I'm getting quite chatty on the phone.
Saturday, 7 February 2009
They have new toys for me.
Some are for when I'm a bit bigger, but others - like a big bag of plastic fruit and a tub of Duplo - are for me to play with right now. The Duplo isn't like normal Duplo - it's just single blocks, that have letters on them and don't stack.
But I wasn't bothered and played with them anyway.
Grandad thinks they might be helpful down the track when I'm learning about letters and words. After tea, I played with grandad in the lounge room and tried out my new toys.
Friday, 6 February 2009
I threw my first supermarket tantrum today.
Not as well received as my overam bowling milestone.
I'm usually a good shopper, sometimes I get the whingies but today I howled. It started when I missed my sleep window and was already a bit cranky.
Then we walked past the little car ride without letting me have a ride. Mum said I could have a turn later. But I wasn't interested in later. I cried in the trolley, I cried when the shop assistant offered me some stickers. I cried when I dropped my stickers. And I continued to cry in the checkout line, even as everyone was looking at me and the man said, "He's sure not in a good mood"
But I stopped crying just as mum wheeled the trolley out of the shop and up to the little car ride. I got my ride.
Thursday, 5 February 2009
I played cricket with Harvey, and even tapped the bat three times on the ground before each ball was bowled. That must come from a few hours of watching cricket on the telly with dad. I even tried bowling overarm.
Afte the cricket match we went to the shops and I scored a toy mower! Grandma looked everywhere for a mower for Christmas, but couldn't find one, so mum nabbed one when she saw it. It's purple and green.
Mum's favourite moment of the day was when I looked up in the sky, pointed to the moon and said "ball!"
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
I'm now in the second tier. The big kids from last year have all graduated to Prep.
I spent most of the time driving around in a little plastic car. It has a roof and doors! At one stage a one year old girl tried to climb aboard. I did not want any passengers! I whinged the first time but the second time I got frustrated and threw my Jatz. not at the little girl, but maybe I thought it would act as a diversion, so I could make a getaway!
Monday, 2 February 2009
After watching dad and Andy play guitar hero the other day I'm a bit more of a showman with my own guitar, and dad enjoyed some of my rockstar poses this afternoon.
He didn't enjoy the stinky smells coming from my butt though! They were loud too!
Sunday, 1 February 2009
One is a ball.
The other is my guitar. I call it "itaaar"
Dad set me up in the loungeroom this afternoon with my itaaar and I jumped around like a real rockstar.
Before that mum caught me climbing up on the kitchen table to grab a packet of unguarded lollies. I managed to shove two in my mouth and had another two in my hand when mum caught me red handed! Very rock and roll!