Our family went out to brunch this morning to celebrate Aunt Rhyan’s birthday.
We were in safe hands with the rescue team on standby in case of emergency..
One of the songs O sings in music class is about a little box. As part of the song, someone chooses something to come out of the box, and then it makes a noise. Cue this week’s contribution from little O:
Music Teacher: “O, what would you like to be in the box today?”
O: “Boonie. Boonie in the box.”
Boonie is one of little Luna’s nicknames in our house. Nothing to do at all with the Australian cricketer. Just “Luna Boona” gets shortened to “Boonie”. It’s an Australian thing.
The teacher looks a little confused, who wouldn’t with someone saying “Boonie” as though you should know what that is.
I point to Luna’s head to indicate he means her. Then wonder if I should be encouraging a song where my second child is put in a box. Oh well. The teacher goes on:
“Baby? Oscar wants to put a baby in the box. That’s a good idea. What should the baby say when it comes out? Wah, wah, wah?”
Oscar: “No. Baby’s don’t say ‘wah, wah, wah’. They say ‘boobie, boobie, boobie’.”
At this point the teacher cracks up laughing so hard she can’t talk for a minute. She tries to regain her composure as she says:
“Oscar’s right, babies do say ‘boobie, boobie, boobie’. Everybody, let’s put the baby in the box now ..”
And we all proceeded to sing the song and then say “boobie, boobie, boobie” when the baby came out of the box. Nice.
Another breastfeeding is just the norm in our household snippet bought to you from the mouth of a babe.
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.
“mum, why is there a trolley there?”
“Because we’re at the supermarket, honey.”
“That trolley is broken.”
“How do you know?”
“The wheels have fallen off!
The wheels have fallen off because somebody didn’t be careful with it.
They needed to be careful with it and they didn’t. Now it’s broken.
If I had it I would be careful with it.”
Mmm. Great logic. Apart from the part about the trolley being a picture on a sign!
It is O’s first day back to kindy this year today. I have to admit that I am feeling more than slightly relieved. It’s hard to keep two of them at completely different stages occupied during the days when it is 32°C outside. Things go a little crazy. I do find solace in the knowledge that it’s not just in our house we are suffering from post-christmas craziness…
This morning I had a lovely 5 minutes to myself to drink a cup of tea. I sat down and thought about a post I’d like to write. A nice, cheery, makes me happy kinda post. So I came into the study to download the photos to the computer for the post. Then, BAM – this is what I found on the camera:
Nice. There were more, close-ups, but I figured I’d spare you those (thanks Husband for the lovely memories – preserving those special moments on camera is joyous, is it not?).
Still with me? (I’m expecting a large proportion of you to have stopped reading after the photo. Hey, it’s gross. But it’s also the life of a parent of a small child. Real. And the story is a little humorous.)
So I’ll take you back to early the morning of the photo of the poo in the hall – as I was showering.
Enter little O, boldly striding into the bathroom with a big work ethic and helpful smile.
“Hi Mum! Are you having a shower?”
O looks around and notices that the toilet roll is empty (mmm blame someone who shall remain nameless),
“Mum, this is empty. Don’t worry, it is my work. I will get another one.”
He then proceeds to take the old empty toilet roll off the wall, puts it carefully in the rubbish bin in the bathroom, goes the to the cupboard, gets a new roll of toilet paper, carefully hangs it, all while humming happily to himself.
“Mum! I’m finished. I got a new one and fixed it!”
“Why thank-you darling. Excellent job.” I say.
And off little Poogie trundles, out of the bathroom off to the next adventure / his “job”.
And I think to myself, in a very smug and self-satisfied way,
“Awesome, I’ve trained a little boy to do the toilet paper roll. Hands-down beats his dad.”
Which of course was the precursor to the poo in the hallway above. My self-congratulatory thoughts and a lack of touching wood is what I think caused it. In reality perhaps it was the brain of a two and a half year old trying to cope with the following contradictory thoughts:
“mmm. I need to poo.
mmm. Best get to the toilet ” (He has pooed in the toilet for 12 months now with the number of accidents countable on one hand)
“mm. I’m in my bed and it is sleep time. Not allowed to get out of bed or leave the bedroom during sleep time.
ah. Really need to poo. Aaah. Mum is going to be mad if I leave the bedroom.
Ah. Need to poo. Need to poo.
Aaaaahhh. That feels better.”
While this was going on I was working at my computer, his Dad was doing the same in the kitchen. With both kids asleep (so I thought), the house was very quiet. Then I heard a great big ripping fart noise. And called out,
“Disgusting, was that you??”
So it was only after I heard the answer,
That I stuck my head around the door to look down the hallway. And saw a little boy standing above that poo in the picture. Looking forlornly at me. Saying,
“Sorry Mum, I did a poo. It’s on the floor.”
And it was all I could do to keep myself from peeing myself with laughter.
“Mum, I did a POO!”
We read a lot of books. Every morning little Poogie (2.5 years now) typically brings a bunch into the bed with me, we get little Sister Boona (6 months now!) and have a bit of a read. Then there are more during the day, at bedtime etc.
We have a relatively large number of books, and are constant library users, but Poogie still seems to know most of them by heart. Which I think is pretty impressive. It is to me anyway, still breastfeeding with now non-existent short-term memory.
When I asked,
“And what is the little dog saying?”
And the answer, in a “mum, this is so obvious I can’t believe you’re even asking me” voice: (more…)
Yep, that is how we say it around our house: Gingerman Bread.
It’s very funny to watch kids try to wrap their tongues and heads around funny phrases and words. Especially when they are your own kids and you can just laugh out loud…
Last year when we went to Canada to celebrate Christmas with our Canadian family in the snow, we visited some friends in Vancouver on the way through who had the MOST amazing gingerbread house and scene ever made. Let me tell you. It was amazing. (Note I’m having to tell you rather than show you as I’m such a numpty I forgot to take a photo of the wonderful creation.)
They make one each year, and keep it up on display without snacking or nibbling for a few weeks over Christmas, and when the kids go back to school in early Jan they take it in as a treat for all the kids to eat together. And I was inspired – I’ve always wanted to do one.
So last week I emailed them and got the recipe for the gingerbread and icing, and started to think about making it… Then realised that although it would be fun for me, the two year old in our family would LOVE to help and the house construction and decoration is just a little bit beyond his decorating ability, patience-level and possibly balancing skills. I could forsee typhoon-struck ginger-house with icing dripping from gables aligned with the floor… (I’ve also been wondering about how a gingerbread house would ‘hold up’ here in humid Brisbane… In Canada the humidity is so low you have to have a humidifier on. Here you can almost drink the air some days. I’m not sure that any gingerbread house would have a long-life without ‘growing’ some of it’s own extra-special green decorations.. Anyone have experience with this is Australia??)
So I embraced the idea of just having fun with it and opted for gingerbread christmas shapes.
We invited O’s little cousins and grandma from Canada over and away we cooked. There was lots of mixing, measuring and then cutting.
Then decorating. I put a sheet of baking paper out for each child, in front of them at the kitchen table, and three bowls each for the toppings: smarties, sprinkles and heart decorations. Then a big smear of royal icing on their baking paper and a small palette knife each, and they were off.
We were planning on gifting some that O had decorated himself to O’s teachers and a few other people. On reflection, after witnessing the licking of palette knife, fingers and smarties that went into putting his together, I decorated a few myself to give on his behalf…
But I still love the creations, licks and all!
P.S. Oh, I forgot. They are absolutely DELICIOUS… Thank-you Mickey for the recipe! Yum Yum Yum…..
P.P.S. I am now planning on making the making of these (and a gingerbread house when the kids are bigger) a Christmas tradition in our house.
P.P.P.S. And you may ask – where was the little baby during all of this? Alternately happily rolling around on the floor, breastfeeding and sleeping. She really is a dream child…. !
In other developments around our house, the littlest member of the family has started on her food adventure. I don’t know if I managed to get a photo of her first food (cucumber), but since then we’ve introduced a range of vegetables, a little fruit, and a bit of meat (cooked by her daddy), bread and crackers. Did I mention that you got your first tooth about 2 months ago at 3 months old?? Well, regardless of teeth, you are into food.
I remember when little O first had food like it was yesterday. Avocado. You haven’t tried that yet. Will have to add it in.
Dear Little L:
So far, your favourites have been: steamed / fresh snow peas (preferably from the garden) and turkey. Yes, your Dad cooked a Christmas turkey on the weekend and you are very much into it. We are giving you only whole food: the baby-led feeding approach (read this brochure if you want a quick summary on it). So your sit in your bumbo or on our laps, and get whole bits of veges and other stuff to play with and eat as much as you can of. And since starting, your hand-eye co-ordination has improved out of sight and you have no trouble getting the food from your plate to your mouth. And there is definitely some going down, as is evidenced by the seeds and other bits and pieces I can see in your poo. mmmmm… All good fun. We spoon-fed your brother a bit at the beginning but he really wasn’t into it at all so soon changed to the baby-lead feeding approach. For him it didn’t make much difference – he is just a little skinny thing. You seem a lot more into food so far in general. Thankfully. It is nice to have a little robust baby after the skinny minny your brother turned into at around six months (and still remains).
So around here mealtimes are a family affair. It’s fun to see:
Love and kisses