Yoghurt

I love yoghurt.

It's my favourite food.

I love it so much that I rarely forget my manners when asking for it.

"More yoghurt please, Mum!" I called out when I'd finished my breakfast yoghurt.

"Little bit more yoghurt please, Mum", I said as I finished the after-breakfast yoghurt.

Uh-oh! No more yoghurt! Mum had to show me the empty tub before I'd be convinced.

We drove past the shops on the way to Playgroup and I suggested we pop in for new supplies.

But Mum said we didn't have time.

Then I tried again on the way home from Playgroup.

But Mum said we didn't have time.

After my sleep I tried yet again, "Go to shops and get more yoghurt, pleeaassee Mummy!"

Mum has promised we will get more yoghurt later this afternoon.

I will try to be patient until then.

Showers

I like to have a shower.

But I try to avoid getting too clean.

This morning when Mum told me it was time for a shower, I agreed.

But under certain conditions.

"No wash hair Mummy', I said, shaking my head solemnly.

Since I'd washed my hair the day before and since neither of us had the time or energy for the protests that I mount when it comes to hair washing, Mum agreed.

'And no wash tummy' I added.

'Or bottom'

'Or face'.

But I do love showers. Really.

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.