Monday, 29 June 2015

The Circle of Life.

E is OBSESSED with The Lion King at the moment. She constantly asks questions about the film, goes around singing "Hakunah Matata" and "I Just Can't Wait To Be King", and asks to watch it every day. At the weekend she was running around quoting a line from the scene at the Elephant Graveyard: "Hippity hop all the way to the birdie boiler" ....except she kept saying "bunny boiler" by mistake!

*SPOILER ALERT* - if you haven't watched the film, you might want to stop reading now or you'll figure out the whole plot in a mo*.

Anyway, after an evening of battles, E's finally in bed . Of course, she is talking to her toys rather than sleeping. I just heard her educating them about how "we're all going to die one day ", and how she's going to die "when I'm really old", not like Mufasa because that "Naughty Scar killed him as he wanted to be king, but Simba's the king"!! Then she got up for a wee and was asking why Simba was a baby, why he grew up, and why we didn't watch him die too.

So it seems that she's learning all about the Circle Of Life! But I think we'll hold off on the bit that explains conception for a while longer yet.

Things That Made Us Smile

Just a few things that E has said/done that I don't want to forget.

  • The recently developed habit of randomly stripping off and dancing around naked. 
  • Singing a song about "Summer cummer summer cummer", dancing round before breakfast.
  • "I'm  a grown-up, you two aren't grown ups!" Yeah right.
  • "When I'm bigger, I'll be able to drive the blue car too!".
  • "That song's called 'Teenage Kicks'!". Daddy was so proud.
  • Calling lemonade "lemonnaise" or "mayonnaise" by mistake.
  • Being adament the word is "Ephelant", no matter how much we say "El-e-phant".
  • The funny tantrums. Because we wouldn't let her put wee'd on pyjamas back on at bedtime (I had to yank her away from the washing machine to stop her getting at them. What mean parents, wanting her to go to bed in clean pjs!). Because we weren't walking in the right direction to go to the park (we were). Because she asked for cucumber and then was given cucumber, the horror of it all!
  • The way she has started to sing along to the radio, albeit very out of tune. The current favourites are Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off", songs by "Pink" or anything "Lion King".
  • "WHY?" The question permanently on her lips. 
  • Her Lion King obsession: "Why does Simba run away?", "Why does he sleep on cracked earth?", "Can I put on a lion costume and sleep on cracked earth?". Daddy is fed up of discussing cracked earth!
  • The way that E memorises her favourite books. So although she can't read yet, there are some stories she can appear to read aloud to herself - like "the Tiger Who Came To Tea", "The Hungry Caterpillar", some Thomas the Tank Engine stories.....etc.
  • The way that E plays with her toys, making up stories about cars having birthday parties, or trains being Mummy and Daddy and all the things they do together.
  • The joy found in sandcastles, or splashing about in water.
  • The way E is little miss independent. "I WANT TO DO IT BY MYSELF!!"
  • How sweet E can be. Recently friends visited with their little baby, who is 5 months old. Baby H started crying. E said, "Why is she crying?". When we explained that she was hungry, E pottered into the kitchen and got some pasta, then brought it through to the living room to give to H. We said that was very sweet, but H only has milk. E disappeared into the kitchen, we heard her move her stool, and open the fridge. We knew what was coming! She put the milk on the kitchen worktop and said "Mummy, I need a cup!". Bless her. We had to explain that baby H only has breast milk. She accepted it.
  • The way E is so determined, even if this is why she gets cross and frustrated when she's too little to do things for herself. The expression on her face when she concentrates on things, her "serious face" (I do it too).
  • THE LOOK. The withering stare that one day will make any future partner shrive up, knowing they've said/done the wrong thing. As my friend R says, "It's the look that makes you feel this big *tiny finger gesture*!". The one where she's clearly thinking "don't be so stupid". I maintain she gets it from her Auntie B. Sometimes E will look at me with certain expressions on her face, and she looks exactly like her Auntie does. Which is lovely.
  • The times I manage to steal cuddles. Even if E then tells me "That's enough cuddles now". I then steal more.
  • How we can have little in jokes - if I steal food off her plate, and we both put our hands to our mouths and have a little giggle.
  • The fact that if I say "guess what?", E says "I love you" because she knows that's what I mean to say.
Time seems to be flying by. I'm sure there are things I meant to write and missed out. I'm sure there will be many more to come. 

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Don't you just love cleaning up a load of poo before 7am?

If you're reading this while having breakfast, then I apologise, but the word poo in the title kind of gave you fair warning!

Bless E. When she woke up this morning, sometime between 6-6:30 as usual, she pottered about in her room, then decided to put pants on. You see, E is potty trained during the day, but will need nappies for a while yet at night.

So, she got some pants out of her drawer, sat on her beanbag, pulled her nappy down, and smeared poo everywhere. Goody!

The first I knew of it was when she came to tell me "The bean bag's got poo on it!". I then saw the tragedy of the smeared brown marks she had left behind. Because of course this was not a solid poo. Oh no, it was a sludgy one. Obviously. Why else would it be any other way?

I got E cleaned up, praised her for trying to get dressed, and discussed the need for not doing so alone if there is poo involved. Then I attempted to deal with the bean bag. E directed the initial part of the mission by saying very sadly, "Edward's bean bag is all dirty". (Edward is a big teddy bear who sits on "his" bean bag most of the time). Once assured that Mummy was on the case, E went off to the lounge to see just how many toys she could get out on the floor at once. Meanwhile, I was left being strong reminded of giving birth, as I tried to wrestle the stupid bag of beans out of a ridiculously small hole. I was determined not to break the tag and remove any beans from inside the bag. That would spell disaster.

After about 10 minutes, success! Mummy 1: Beanbag 0.

Alas, the cover is sponge clean only, which of course I am going to ignore because it's covered in poo. So I'm sure the bag will get its revenge on me by shrinking in the wash.

As for trying to force the bloody cover
back on again, well I think that's a job  for Daddy :-).






Tuesday, 9 June 2015

Not Grown Up Just Yet.

As E finished her dinner this evening (pasta with tomato sauce & cheese), she smacked her lips and said,"That was delicious!". Given how much she'd eaten, it was obvious that she'd enjoyed her tea, which had been lovingly cooked by her Dad. I think she'd even forgiven him for his crime of *shock horror* coming home from work! The poor guy was greeted with crying and shouts of ,"No Daddy, I don't want to see you, go back to work!".

So the Queen of the household then sat back in her high chair, calmly surveyed her empire and stated, "Let's have a glass of wine!".

Erm, I think not!

We explained why this wasn't going to happen anytime soon. On hearing this news she informed us that she would drink wine when she was grown up. Phew. Only time will tell at what age in life her real experimenting with alcohol will begin. For now, her tipples are water, milk, and the odd bit of juice or squash, and that's how it's going to stay.