Little O loves to climb…
Today we had a doctor’s apartment and afterwards there was a special request for a park stop on the way home.
And this is where he hung…
Our new household members arrived last night.
Our kindy/daycare ran a hatching program for all the kids to see and we have adopted four.
You have never seen two more excited children when they arrived home last night. And this morning the excitement is still palpable.
Here’s hoping we didn’t get any roosters!
We dragged the potty out of the storeroom a few weeks ago. I’m optimistic that although L is only 16 months, as summer approaches we can get a little potty action in.
So we’ve been practising sitting on the potty. She loves it: it’s like a ride with handles, and she can sit on it while her brother is in the toilet. Awesome for her (not so awesome for the parent who needs to remain in the bathroom while the three year old poos… Lots of grunting and not a great smell, all accompanied with incessant chatter)..
Two nights ago while getting in the bath, just as O did a poo, L shouted “wee wee, wee wee” and demanded to be in the potty. I obliged. She sat there for a minute, then said, “wee wee” and got off. And promptly did a big turd on the floor…
It’s difficult being a parent: having to say, “good girl” in an excited and encouraging voice whilst at the same wiping up freshly deposited poo from the bathroom floor with the one free hand (the other making sure so stray 1 year old hands enter said deposit)..
Anyway,I put it down to fluke or just good timing.
Cue this afternoon, another clear “wee wee, wee wee”. We went and had a sit for a few minutes. Then suddenly she stands up, hops off the potty and, yep, you’ve got it: poos on the floor again.
Repeat simultaneous cleaning and congratulatory remarks.
Aaah.. Moving forward!
Dear Little Miss L,
or, as you are more frequently called in our house: boo boo.
Boo boo. Derived from Boona. Which rhymes with Luna. As in Luna Boona, shortened to Boo boo. Of course.
I feel remiss in a number of ways. Not only did your first birthday pass without my mentioning it here, but as I have sheepishly admitted to a number of people, it was so uneventful that we even forgot to take a photo of you on the day.
So, a belated public Happy Birthday my darling.
You are a cheerful, happy, rotund and gleeful little even-tempered darling. We all love you dearly, most of all perhaps your brother. Who climbs into your cot each morning to play as soon as he wakes up. We wake most mornings to the sound of the two of you giggling gleefully from your room.
And often at night that is the sound of you going to bed too: you and Oscar playing “the giggle game” with each other from separate rooms (you both quickly worked out it was a game that could be played without the need to see each other)…
Luna, you are beautiful and we love you very much.
Today is my first day back to work! A new job where I actually have to go into an office.
And this is who I’m leaving behind…
And for the record, the inside of a bus in Brisbane looks the same as about six years ago when I last caught one to work.
My little boy got his first “boy” haircut today…
There was a lot of hair on the floor.
It will take us a little to get used to.
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