Baby Manni

I'm still quite fond of babies. Which is good, seeing we're going to be joined by one in a few month's time.

Today, Manni was my 'baby'.

I held him in my arms and rocked him to sleep.

After I received some stern words about doing a poo in my undies (don't ask) Manni received some stern words about poos.

I offered Manni a nappy after I had to put one on at bedtime.

Seeing I had to put some PJs on for bed I asked dad if Manni could have PJs too. He grabbed a box of my old clothes and found a jumpsuit that almost fit perfectly. I giggled when Manni had his nappy and PJs on.

When dad took me out to see the moon, I grabbed Manni, and I 'explaied' all about the stars and moon to him, just like dad does to me.

I then read Manni a bedtime story.

Stickers

I was in the mood for rock'n'roll tonight.

I was not in the mood for food.

Dad's friend Craig was over to play Rockband and I wasn't thrilled when they took a tea break.

Mum: Sit up and eat your tea

Me: No!

Mum: Do you want to go to your room for time out?

Me: Yes!

Mum: ...by yourself, with the gate shut?

Me: Yes!

Dad delivered me to time out and the grown-ups went back to their tea.

I was being so quiet, for so long, that Dad got a bit suspicious and went to check on me.

He found me sitting up at my little blue table, playing with a big sheet of stickers.

I'd stuck stickers to the table.

I'd stuck stickers to the carpet.

I'd stuck stickers to myself.

There were stickers everywhere!

And then I had to eat my tea.

I can catch a ball!

Grandma and I played with a ball today.

Shw threw it to me, and I caught it. More than once.

She told mum. Mum tried it. I caught it again.

She told dad. He tried it. I caught it again!

I can catch a ball!

Counting

I surprised Mum and Dad this morning with my nifty counting skills.

We were walking through the carpark on our way to church and I started counting the cars.

"One, two, three, four..."

Mum and Dad looked at each other; they've never heard me count in proper sequence before.

"Five, six, seven..."

"How high can he go?" Dad asked Mum.

"Eight!"

There were high fives all round.

Snowboard

I think I want to be a snowboarder.

Unless I decide to be a gymnast.

Mum took me to kindygym for the first time today and, despite being a bit scared at first, I loved it.

I loved the running.

I loved the jumping.

I loved the rolling.

Then we went home and found Dad eating his lunch, watching the Olympics.

It was almost time for the final round of the women's snowboarding.

Mum and Dad were busy cheering on the Aussie.

But I was too busy snowboarding myself.

I hopped on a little oval cushion and off I went.

My runs usually ended in big crashes.

Just like on the tv.