Home-made punk

Dad and I went to the shops today. We were looknig for some new duds. We didn't find any that fit (I'm too big for the baby stuff, and not quite big enough for the 'boy' section)

But I had fun running through the mall. And I really tired myself out running up the walkway ramps in the carpark.

When we got home dad decided to customise one of my t-shirts for the upcoming Easterfest. He grabbed a black shirt, a can of spray paint and headed to the garage. I wasn't allowed to witness the event, but later on I got handed my very own hand painted shirt. It says "Church Punk". Mum even thinks it looks cool. Which surprised us all!

Aunty Lyndall arrived tonight, and I made her read me a lot of stories before bed.

Where's dad?

At 4 o'clock I decided it was time to get dad from work. I found mum and pointed to the car outside and said 'daddy?'

I did it a few times.

And then I cried 'daddy!' And I cried a bit more.

And I grabbed the picture I'd drawn and took it to the front door.

And I cried 'daddy' again.

Mum tried to explain that he'd be getting home a bit later. But it was no good. I wanted dad now.

We called him on the phone. He had a little chat to me. He explained that he'd be home in a while.

He had a late interview, and got home after tea.

When he finally got home I was tired, but still had enough time for a story and then fell asleep on dad's shoulder.

Ukelale

The TV antenna man came to check our aerial today. He had to test out all the channels. When he came to ABC2 I settled down on the couch, because one of my shows was on. And then he went and changed the channel! Darn.

Later on we went out to tea at Aanika and Zara's place. We had a a great time playing. They've got a real ukelale. I carried it around for most of the night.

The usual...

Off to grandma's this morning. Dad had to take me because mum was working at the radio station today. We were a bit late because dad isn't used to getting me organised every day. It takes a long time for me, and my stuff, to get ready.

Grandma and I visited Nana, and as we were arriving at her place I started to blow kisses. That's what she does to me. And I remembered. Cool huh?

Bedtime routine

In addition to my love of 'dabba dabba' and 'choo choo' I am appreciating stories from books more than ever.

My favourite is called "Growl" - it's a bout a little monster who saves the day by growling - and I love to growl along with the storyteller.

When it's time to go to bed I'll go and get a book from the bookshelf and climb into bed with mum or dad. It's usually been mum lately, because she's got a new knack of getting me to sleep.

We read a story, and then i'll get out of bed, take the book, and put it back on the shelf. Then I'll grab another one and we'll read it too. This can be repeated up to three times.

Then mum will say 'time to press the button'. The button is the light switch. I stand up on my little blue chair and reachas high as I can to turn off the light.

Then we go back to bed and my job is to lie down straight away and not carry on with any monkey business. Mum says she'll lie down with me as long as I don't carry on. five minutes alter I'm usually asleep. Sometimes mum is too!

Wedding bells

Mum and dad had to go to a wedding in the city today, and seeing I'm too little to go to receptions, I had to stay home.

So I planned to go to grandma and grandad's place.

But they had a wedding to go to too!

So I did the rounds.

I packed up my stuff and went to Sam's place for a few hours. We played so much I forgot to have a sleep, and even lunch!

After their wedding, grandad came and collected me and I finally went to sleep at 4 o'clock!

I woke up at tea time, and went back to sleep not long after - and just after midnight mum and dad arrived to take me home. I didn't stir at all, and they talked about remembering when they were little and being carried to the car and then to bed...

Dabba Dabba On

I have a DVD that lives at grandma's place. It's called 'Yo Gabba Gabba' - a kid's TV show from America.

I love watching it when I'm at her place.

I call it 'Dabba Dabba'.

This morning I said to mum 'dabba dabba on' - and pointed to the TV. She told me we don't have that DVD at home, and we couldn't watch it. But we could watch some Thomas the Tank Engine.

I call it 'Choo Choo'.

I didn't quite get the point she was making...and asked again for some 'dabba dabba' - but I think it sunk in when the trains came on instead.