I'm cool

We arrived home from the coast this afternoon and all collapsed on the couch.

'Ahh', said Mum, giving me a big hug, 'You're a very sweet boy'.

'No I'm not', I corrected, 'I'm Noah'.

'And I'm a cool boy'.

That's what Dad keeps telling me.

Staying power

Do you remember how I stayed up until midnight on New Years Eve?

Tonight, I managed to beat my already impressive record.

We drove to the coast this afternoon to have dinner at Anita and Jim's place with Trevor, Lauryn, Tom and Derek.

Trevor and Lauryn's two kids are a little bit older than me. It took me a few minutes to overcome my shyness but soon I was running around and playing happily.

It helped that Byron is the one who originally steered me towards my love of Star Wars. It helped even more that he'd brought his Star Wars Lego. I was very impressed.

While the grown-ups ate fancy food, we kids munched on chips and watched Kung-fu Panda. And then it was past nine and it was decided that kids should go to bed.

Byron and Darcy went downstairs to the room where they were staying. And Mum took me to our room. But I was too excited to sleep. After several failed attempts by both Mum and Dad, I was declared the winner in the battle of wills.

So I wandered about the deck, sitting on laps and showing various people my spaceship book. When I noticed a box of chocolates had turned up, I strategically avoided asking Mum and Dad and instead asked Derek on the far side of the table if he could give me one. He did.

Mum and Dad were a bit embarrassed that I was up so late. But everyone kept telling me how cute I was and what a good boy I was. And I'm not one to miss out on that sort of attention.

By 12:30 everyone was tired and I finally joined the grown-ups in going to bed, still insisting that I wasn't really tired yet.

Busy Day

You might not think that two-year-old's have such busy lives.

But you'd be wrong.

Take today, for example.

5:45 Wake up. Demand that Mum get me up despite the early hour.

6:00 Discover Aunty Lyndall had stayed the night. Played with her.

7:00 Watch Finding Nemo while eating two yoghurts. One is never enough.

8:30 Bake brownies with Mum. My job is to stir and sprinkle on the m&m's at the end.

9:30 Kindergym with my friend Josiah. Lots of running, bouncing and rolling.

11:00 Play with my friend Anna-Lucia at her house.

13:00 Go home to sleep. Refuse to sleep. Play instead.

15:00 Entertain Mum's friend Bec at my house. She's got a baby in her tummy too! I tried to rest my feet on it. Mum got cross.

17:00 Go out for dinner with my friends Aanika, Zara, Amy and Sam. Play outside. Play inside. Run around table while meant to be eating. Watch Madagascar.

21:00 Go home. Suggest to Mum that I might like to watch some telly. Settle for warm milk and bed instead.

Footy Chips

I am a footy tipper from way back. I've even tried my hand at the Melbourne Cup and an election or two.

You might have seen my work on Youtube.

Well, footy season starts again this week and Dad has been reminding me that we'd be starting to shoot our weekly footy tips again.

'Yes', I said. 'We will have footy tips'

This morning, I kept reminding mum about the footy tips. 'No-no do footy tips today!'

But Mum wasn't expecting my next comment.

'Yes', I said 'I will eat those footy tips'

Hmm, wondered Mum. Was that footy tips? Or footy chips?

We did shoot the footy tips. And then Dad gave me some footy chips.

Just in case there were any misunderstandings.

A better hug

I was a bit out of sorts at one stage today.

"Do you want a yoghurt?" mum asked

"No"

"Do you want a juice?"

"No"

"Do you want to watch TV?"

"No"

Do you want a hug?

"Yes"

Mum bent down to give me a hug and I said;

"No, want a 'poopa up' hug!"

So she picked me up for a lovely hug.

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.