Doctor Noah

Mum and Dad have noticed that I have a very caring personality. And that I like to practice being a doctor when I think someone might be hurt.

Here are some examples:

When Dad was getting frustrated trying to fix his bike. I said, 'Need a hug, Daddy?' He said yes, please. So I went and put my arms around his neck and said, 'It's okay, Daddy, don't worry'.

When Mum stood on one of my wooden blocks and cut her foot, I was very concerned and kept asking if she was okay. 'Want me to check the bud pessa, Mummy?' I asked. Mum, not quite knowing what I was on about, said yes anyway. So I ran off and came back with the blood pressure monitor from my doctor set.

Today Grandma stood on something a bit sharp while we were hanging out the washing. 'You need ice, Amah,' I said. She got me an ice pack and I put it on her foot. I didn't have my 'bud pessa' monitor with me so I just pretended to take her blood pressure. When I'd finished my work-up I told her, "You say 'ta Doctor Noah'".

If I come across someone who looks a bit worried or upset I always say 'Don't worry' or 'Want a hug?' And I'm very liberal with my hugs and kisses.

Undies

I wore undies to kindy for the first time today.

I wear undies all the time at home, and when we're out for short trips.

But today I wore them all day and didn't have a single accident.

Mum thinks I'm just about toilet trained.

Miniature Trains

Today we went to a park where you can ride on miniature steam trains.

I'd been looking forward to it all weekend.

We ate our lunch first and I kept talking about how I'd be going on the train soon.

It was very exciting.

So Mum took me to have a look at the trains coming into the station.

And then I wasn't quite so excited. I was a bit scared.

'It's okay, Noah', said my friend, who is five.

'The trains aren't really scary, they're fun'.

I was willing to trust the word of a five year old to the point of sitting on the train, even while I clung on very tightly to Mum.

And it turns out I had a great time!

Later on, I had just as much fun standing near the tracks with Dad, watching the trains go past.

Party!

I went to a birthday party today. At a park.

It was for my friend Nat who is five.

Mum thinks it might have been the first real, big boy party I've ever been to.

I was very impressed with the whole affair.

In the car on the way home, I had a bit of a chat with Mum.

'I want a party, Mummy', I said.

'I want a cake...

'...and I want some presents!'

I think I've grasped the concept nicely.

Old friends and cousins

Today might just have been one of my favourite days.

Mum and I hit the road to do some visiting.

First stop was my friend Olive who lives in a new town now. We haven't seen each other for a few months. Mum thought we might be a bit shy with each other. But we weren't. And every now and then Mum caught us giving each other little hugs. We're good friends, we are.

Next stop was Mum's cousin and her two kids Joash and Ezra. Joash is two years older than me but Ezra is my age. I wasn't shy around them but I did take a while to warm up to the family pets. As we arrived, I gave Mum a worried look and pointed with each hand at the dog on the balcony and the cat in the lounge and said, 'A hat and a dog, Mummy'.

Mum then left me for an hour to do some visiting of her own. Her friend Michelle has just had a new baby. I wasn't told about the new baby because otherwise I'd have insisted on coming along to give it a hug. But I didn't need an explaination; I was just happy to play.

When Mum came to collect me I was with the kids in the backyard and was busy going up and down the slide. It was my first foray back on a slide since I decided a few months ago I was scared of them.

Then it was time to go home. Mum tried to keep me awake for the trip by pointing out bridges and tunnels and roadworks. But eventually I fell fast asleep.

Nude Thursday

I plan to be nude all day today.

It's often my preference on the rare occasions that Mum and I stay home all day.

I have my bath or shower and then while Mum is hanging up my towel, I streak off.

'Should we get you dressed?' Mum asks.

'No, I be dude (nude) a-day (today),' I reply.

But I don't end up staying in the nude all day.

Because at some point, the activity I want to do (go outside, sit on the couch) requires me to be adequately dressed.

Still, there's nothing like running around 'in da dude'.

More yoghurt

Mum was being very unreasonable tonight.

She wouldn't let me have a yoghurt for dinner.

Of course, I'd already had two for breakfast and two for afternoon tea but still...

So while she mashed potatoes, I gave her a stern talking to.

'I SAID you do it, Mummy!'

'You be VERY VERY NAUGHTY!'

'I will give you BIG 'MACK Mummy!'

'You go to yours room!'

And then I started to count to three on my fingers.

'One...five...six!'

Mum's response to all of this was to ignore me.

It's a parenting technique I find particularly frustrating.

But she stopped ignoring me when she noticed me trying to roll up her tracksuit pants and realised I was about to administer a big 'mack.

That was the end of my tirade.

And I never did get my yoghurt.