Forward Roll

I mastered a forward roll today!

We're all very proud of me around here.

I've never been much of a risk taker, so when the instructor at Kindy Gym offered to teach me how to do a forward roll, I declined.

I declined the next week too, and the week after that and the week after that...

Until today.

Mum decided that she'd seen enough kids being taught to 'forward roll' to teach me herself since I didn't want a bar of the instructor's help.

The first couple of times I needed some help.

But then I was on a roll...literally!

I rolled for most of the morning.

And tonight I showed off my forward rolls for Dad.

I'm pretty proud of me too.

Just when they thought I was toilet trained....

I'm in a bit of trouble at the moment.

Mum's not saying much to me and she won't play cars.

She says she's cross.

I don't like being in trouble.

'You not be cross at me, Mummy. How 'bout me be cross at YOU,' I suggested.

But I know why I'm in trouble.

It's all to do with a poo.

Mum could tell I needed to go to the toilet, but I was avoiding it.

Too busy playing cars, Mum.

Finally, Mum had enough and ordered me to the toilet.

To speed things along, she pulled down my pants and lifted me onto my toilet seat.

And then she looked down at the floor.

And was shocked to see.

The biggest poo.

She has ever seen.

Uh-oh.

I was ordered to stay on the toilet and not move. That was fine, because I was still busy adding to my business.

Mum ran away.

And had a bit of a spew.

Then, with me looking over her shoulder, she pooper-scooped it all into the toilet.

And I've been in trouble ever since.

Happy 10th Anniversary Mum!

All you need is lub

I'm an affectionate boy.

I tell Mum and Dad that I 'lub' them all the time.

'I lub you Mummy', I said today.

'I really, really, really lub you'.

Mum thought that was very sweet.

Then she asked me if I'd like to play outside.

'Oh, I'd lub it' I said. 'I'd really, really, really lub it'.

But she loves that I'm always talking about how much I lub things.

She really, really, really does.

Manners

My Kindy ladies have been telling Mum that I have good manners.

He always says 'please' and 'thank you', they say.

Mum was pretty pleased to hear that I'm such a polite boy.

But Dad thought he'd go a step further and teach me some more manners.

That's because yesterday, when he and mum were chatting about boring grown-up things, I tried to get their attention by shouting 'listen to me!'

So Dad taught me to say 'excuse me' instead.

And I've been using it, with great effect, ever since.

Mum's hoping that when she picks me up from Kindy tomorrow, she'll hear that I've been remembering to use it there too.

Time lord

I'm starting to grasp the concept of time.

Terms such as 'next week' and 'tomorrow' have never meant much to me.

But today I gave the first indication that I'm giving some thought to time.

When Mum helped me go to the toilet this afternoon she asked me if I needed to do a poo.

'No' I said, 'I'll do it next week'

And later in the afternoon I told Dad that I'd done a wee in my pants...

Last week.

He's out now

I met a very small baby at the hospital today.

He's only one day old!

Mum explained that he was Nick and Becky's new baby.

I just sat very still and quiet and stared at him while the grown-ups talked.

Mum wondered if I really understood what was going on.

But at soon as we got back to the car, I showed her that I did.

'Becky's baby is out now' I explained.

'He was in the tummy but now he is out'.

'And the tummy door is shut!'

Mum said she thinks a tummy door is a good idea.

He's hiding

Dad showed me a big caterpillar on our lemon tree this afternoon.

He showed me where it had been eating the leaves.

He flicked if off the tree and said "don't eat our tree". I repeated this phrase and wagged my finger at the caterpillar.

Dad took me inside, and told me he'd be 'back in a second'.

I asked if I could go back outside to inspect the bright green bug again.

I couldn't find him.

Dad said he was gone*.

There was a big rock where the caterpillar had been.

Mum, who had been putting the clothes on the line, wondered if it was hiding.

"He hiding?" I said.

Then I put my hands over my eyes and counted to ten.

"Where are you" I asked to the spot the caterpillar was munching only minutes earlier.

I didn't find him.

*Yes, THAT kind of 'gone'.

It's my turn

It's been a bit cold lately so today Mum pulled out some long-sleeved t-shirts.

One of them had the Wiggles on it!

"Did you get it at the shops Mummy?" I asked.

"No" she said, "This came from Sam"

"Yes", I nodded.

"And now it's my turn to have a go"

My dad rocks

Dad went out tonight.

To rock*, he told me.

Nat's daddy came to pick him up and I waved from the porch.

Later, when it was time to go to bed, I told Mum that we needed Daddy to do 'Dear God'.

"Daddy's not here, remember?" Mum said.

"Yes", I said, "He's gone to rock"

"He will play the guitar and Nat's daddy with do the microphone...and the other man** will play the guitar too. Two guitars, Mummy!"

* They went to the Switchfoot concert. And, disappointingly, didn't get to play the instruments.

** The other man is called Steve. I was convinced it was Uncle Ben. But it wasn't.

Backpacks

I discovered today that my Wiggles backpack can be worn on my back.

I didn't know this, because Mum usually carries it for me.

But today, I saw that my friend Sam brought his Wiggles backpack to Playgroup too.

And he was wearing it on his back.

Wowsers!

So tonight when it was time to go home after tea at Grandma and Grandad's, I absolutely insisted that I wear my backpack on my back.

And I was very unhappy with Dad when he said I couldn't wear it on my back in the car.

I put it back on as soon as we hopped out of the car at home and then got quite cross when Mum said I couldn't wear it on the toilet.

Don't the grown-ups in this house know that backpacks go on your back?

Don't tread on me

I'm into frogs today.

I hopped around the around the house saying 'ribbit'. Inspired by something I saw on TV.

I hopped to the toilet, and as mum was helping me wash my hands I informed mum that there was a frog in the hallway. An imaginary one.

She musn't have been listening properly, because when she lef tthe bathroom she stepped right on it!

"Don't step on my frog!" I yelled.

Poor mum, her vision for imaginary animals isn't as good as mine.

Gone home

I've been having some troubles on the loo lately.

And that's led to a few false alarms.

'Time a do a poo Mum!' I shout.

We race for the toilet.

I try hard before shaking my head sadly.

'He gone' I tell Mum, 'He gone home to his house'

* Want a cure for constipation? Drink 700ml of prune juice over a couple of hours like I did.

Being grown-up

I've been trying out a few grown-up excuses lately.

Here are a few cases-in-point;

Mum: Noah, it's time to pick up your toys.

Me: I can't. I'm too busy.

Mum: Time to go to the toilet Noah!

Me: Not now, I'm too sick.

Mum: It's teatime Noah.

Me: No Mum, I'm too tired.

Unfortunately, none of them seem to work for me.

What's goin' on?

I stood in my doorway after lunch, peered into my room, and announced, "hi toys, what's going on?"

Pick me up

Mum: Noah, you're getting very heavy. I don't think I'm going to be able to pick you up for much longer.

Me: Well, how 'bout Amah* do it?

* Grandma