Friday, 27 November 2009

Where are all the spoons?

If you're looking for a spoon in our household, don't look in the drawer.

I got there first.

Spoons are great, not only for eating, they can be used as lightsabers, and many other applications.

You'll find spoons all over our house. Maybe even in my bed. Anywhere except the cutlery drawer.

Thursday, 26 November 2009

Six or eight legs?

Today's conversation;

Me : Pointing to the ceiling “There's a ant!”
Dad: “No, that's a spider”
Me : “Ah, pider! No touch da pider”

I then reminded dad about not touching the spider several more times.

And then some more.

Safety first!

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

Check the boot

Mum and I learned a valuable lesson today about why I shouldn't be allowed to bring special toys from home to playgroup.

I was actually told not to bring my storm trooper figurine with me to craft, but he somehow managed to sneak it in anyway.

When mum spotted it as she was dropping me off, she told me to keep it with me and not let it get mixed up with the rest of the toys.

Yeah right. Did she forget that I'm two?

No one should be surprised that when mum came to collect me, the storm trooper was missing.

I didn't seem too concerned but mum knew that dad would be.

After everyone checked everywhere, mum had a last-minute idea of where it could be.

She went through all the little ride-on cars and checked their boots.

Sure enough, there was my storm trooper!

Monday, 23 November 2009

Stars vs Koalas

I am quite partial to my current nappies. They have coloured stars on them.

Today Grandma changed my nappy while she was looking after me.

She still has a stash of nappies from a previous box, they have koalas on them.

I don't like the koalas.

I was quite firm and told Grandma I would only consent to a nappy with stars on it.

She said she didn't have any star nappies.

But I knew where to find them.

I marched into the lounge room, found my nappy bag, opened it and produced a nappy.

'See!' I said triumphantly, 'No-no bag. Star nappy'.

Friday, 20 November 2009

Too weird

Mum produced some fizzy drink for tea tonight. As a treat.

I'm usually quite partial to a drop of fizzy. But not tonight.

I took a sip, screwed up my face and asked for 'yellow juice'

'Don't you like it?' asked Dad.

I shook my head, 'Too weird'

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Just you and me?

Today was the first day in ten that I didn't get to play with other kids or with Grandma.

I wasn't impressed.

After a trip to the doctor this morning (my asthma is back), I made lots of suggestions to Mum as to what we might do with the rest of the day.

Me: See Jo?

Mum: Nope, not today, sorry.

Me: Ok. Sam?

Mum: Sorry, not Sam either.

Me: Grandma?

Mum: She's not at work today, so no.

Me: How about Grandad? (I like to use the phrase 'how about')

Mum: He's not at work either.

Me: Oh man! (I think I get that phrase from dad!)

Mum: That's right, it'll be a day at home with me today.

Me: *whinge*

Monday, 16 November 2009

No No sick

I've got a new tool for not doing eating my veggies, or having a daytime sleep. You know, those annoying things adults are always trying to get me to do when I want to play.

My tool? Chucking a sickie!

I was at the table tonight, eating my sausages and rice and tomatoes, and I decided it was time for ice cream.

Dad said I had to finish my first course before we could move to sweets.

I placed my arms on the table, and sat my head on them, "No No sick" I said.

"Are you really sick?" Dad asked.

"No No sick", I replied.

"He said that to grandma when she was putting him to bed this afternoon", came a voice from the hallway.


"He says he's sick when he doesn't want to do something", mum explained to dad.

So the sympathy disappeared pretty quickly, and I ate my veggies and sausages. And I got my ice cream.

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Vanishing cream

Half the contents of mum's jar of hand cream is missing.

Where did all that hand cream go?

I'm not telling, but I did walk into a room this morning smelling VERY familiar to mum.

Monday, 2 November 2009

Commentating Time Out

At teatime I got a little bit too excited and wouldn't sit down.

Then I wouldn't get out from under the table.

Then I wouldn't eat my veggies.

Then I ran around the table.

And around about then, or maybe a little bit after, I can't quite remember because I was having such a good time, I got sent to Time Out.

For three or four minutes.

When I was allowed back into civilisation I thought it was a good idea to do a bit of commentary;

"No veggies. Room. 2, 4, 3"

Which of course means I wasn't eating my veggies (I convieniently left out all the other incriminating things I'd been doing), told I would be sent to my room. And then the 'count to three'.

And when I got back I ate up all my veggies.

Sunday, 1 November 2009

Feature length

We are all a bit under the weather today.

That is probably the excuse dad will use when explaining what happened today.

He let me watch Star Wars.

The whole movie.

I've been a little obsessed with Storm Troopers ever since we saw them in the park a couple of months ago.

I've also bugged mum time and again to watch a 40 second clip of a Storm Trooper dancing on Youtube.

Which leads us to this afternoon. Dad was feeling sick. Mum went out. I was in the mood for some Storm Troopers. Dad was not in the mood for repeats of 40 second dancing Storm Trooper videos. He wanted to lie down.

So we compromised. He lay down in front of the telly, and I got to watch my Storm Troopers.

Now, in his defense it was Episode 4. That's the real first episode of Star Wars and there's not a lot of 'grown up' stuff in it, apart from lots of bright lasers and cool space ships. And Storm Troopers!

I didn't quite make it to the end of the film. I wandered off just before the attack on the Death Star. And it doesn't look like that DVD will be put into heavy rotation like the Wiggles or Veggie Tales.

I think I might have to wait until I'm 7 or 8 before I can see it again. Or until dad has another sick day...

My life in pictures