The other week Mummy and Daddy took me to London Zoo to see all the animals. I know lots of animal names and have seen them in pictures, but this was the first time I saw them for real.
It was all very exciting. If I had to choose a favourite, I would choose what I call the baby monkey having Scrummy, but Mummy says that doesn't count because it was a statue of a baby gorilla feeding from its mum. But it WAS my favourite thing. I stroked it and kissed it and would have spent ages with it but was dragged off to see the real gorillas, which weren't nearly so interesting. I did like the monkeys, though, although I was easily distracted by a human baby - I went straight over and leaned into the pushchair to give it a kiss! I love babies.
Another of my best animals was the tigers. We couldn't see them at first because some people were in the enclosure doing 'Be a keeper for a day' but we went and had a drink and when we came back they were there! I loved them and was very excited to see them. They didn't drink all Daddy's beer like in my book, though.
I will post pictures, but I just tried and it didn't, so I will try another day.
Monday, 18 April 2011
I do dressing-up
I love dressing up. But I don't like to just put any old thing on, oh no. What I like doing is dressing up like a grown-up, because now I am no longer a baby I am very nearly a grown-up, you know.
I love hats, but especially like to wear Mummy and Daddy's shoes. Mummy says I'm not allowed to wear her heels because I might fall and bang my head, but I am allowed to wear her Birkenstocks and any of her flat shoes.
Here I am in some of my favourite outfits.
Pictures
I have had a complaint. Grandma has said there are not enough pictures on my blog, and that I haven't put any on for ages. Well. I am BUSY. Humph. don't I have enough to do, what with learning to talk, and sing, and dance, and climb and going to messy play and on playdates, and shopping, and walks, and all sorts of stuff.
Well. Anyway. I'll post some pictures. Some will be old cos yeah, okay, I haven't posted any for ages.
Will do them in separate posts. I think that will be better.
And no more complaints! Some people are so hard to please.
Well. Anyway. I'll post some pictures. Some will be old cos yeah, okay, I haven't posted any for ages.
Will do them in separate posts. I think that will be better.
And no more complaints! Some people are so hard to please.
Sunday, 3 April 2011
A post from Mummy
I have decided to hop on here while Lilia is asleep, as it's been a long time since I wrote in her little book about how she is getting on and rather than do that I thought it would make a nice post to update.
She's now 20 months, and in the last six months has really turned into a little girl rather than being a baby any more.
Physically, she is obviously taller! She has that lovely little pot belly all toddlers have, but her legs no longer have her deliciously chunky baby thighs, but instead are proper girl legs, with normal thighs. She does still have one of her baby 'creases' at the top of her leg, but I think that will soon be gone too.
I've noticed her growth most recently because she has suddenly become too big for most of her clothes! Her arms are much longer, but the main difference is a lot of her tops simply stopped being able to stretch over her tummy, and her tights don't quite pull up over her bottom any more.
She is obviously very good at walking now, having been doing it for six months, but she has also started to run, although with varying degrees of success - every so often she will just run too fast and her feet will lag behind until she falls over. She is also trying desperately to jump, which is probably the next developmental milestone. She tries and tries, and watches older children, but can only really manage a kind of bounce at the moment, which is very cute. She loves being held under the arms and 'jumped', and bouncing on the bed is popular.
She has only in the last two weeks mastered climbing steps on slides, so we now have a slide in the garden which she loves. We're hoping to get a swing too but all these things are quite pricey so it will have to wait a bit unless I can get an ebay bargain.
In terms of her speech, she is incredible. It's at the stage of a normal to-and-a-half- to three-year-old, with complex sentences like "I cooking a cake. Needs longer in oven. Ready now. Tastes good." and the hilarious "I done a poo! Change nappy!".
Being able to communicate with her so well makes life much more interesting, and we so far have had almost no tantrums because she is able to tell us what she wants, and we are able to tell her why she can't have it!
She knows all her colours, can count to ten(although seven often gets missed out), knows all the basic shapes, understands and uses big/small, up/down, on/off, on/under, in/out, knows what writing is, and also likes to 'read' to herself. She has also started memorising rhymes and her storybooks and reciting bits of them to herself or to us. It is very cute to see her doing the actions as she says "Two lil dicky birrs sit on a wall, one nay Peter, one nay Paul. Fie-way Peter, fie-way Paul, cuh back Peter, cuh back Paul". She also knows Twinkle Star, I'm a little teapot, Tommy Thumb, Hop Little Bunnies, and probably some more I'm forgetting.
My habit of making up songs all day has come back to bite me on the bum as I now constantly get "do HONG Mummy, do HONG" and have to make up some song about going shopping or putting socks on or whatever.
She is able to clean her own teeth, although we do them as well to be sure, she brushes her own hair, helps wash it, and also is beginning to be able to take off her clothes. And she has very strong opinions on clothes! She chooses er own outfit each day and knows what she wants - today she demanded "deni skirt"" when said denim skirt was in the washing basket and not visible.
Some of her habits are just hilarious, and some are very annoying, like squashing food in her hands while saying "squash it, sqeeeeeeeeeeze it" but mostly she is an absolute joy and pleasure; this is such a lovely age I almost don't want her to grow up!
I'm sure there's more, but it will have to be for another post. Better sign off before she realises I've highjacked her account ;)
She's now 20 months, and in the last six months has really turned into a little girl rather than being a baby any more.
Physically, she is obviously taller! She has that lovely little pot belly all toddlers have, but her legs no longer have her deliciously chunky baby thighs, but instead are proper girl legs, with normal thighs. She does still have one of her baby 'creases' at the top of her leg, but I think that will soon be gone too.
I've noticed her growth most recently because she has suddenly become too big for most of her clothes! Her arms are much longer, but the main difference is a lot of her tops simply stopped being able to stretch over her tummy, and her tights don't quite pull up over her bottom any more.
She is obviously very good at walking now, having been doing it for six months, but she has also started to run, although with varying degrees of success - every so often she will just run too fast and her feet will lag behind until she falls over. She is also trying desperately to jump, which is probably the next developmental milestone. She tries and tries, and watches older children, but can only really manage a kind of bounce at the moment, which is very cute. She loves being held under the arms and 'jumped', and bouncing on the bed is popular.
She has only in the last two weeks mastered climbing steps on slides, so we now have a slide in the garden which she loves. We're hoping to get a swing too but all these things are quite pricey so it will have to wait a bit unless I can get an ebay bargain.
In terms of her speech, she is incredible. It's at the stage of a normal to-and-a-half- to three-year-old, with complex sentences like "I cooking a cake. Needs longer in oven. Ready now. Tastes good." and the hilarious "I done a poo! Change nappy!".
Being able to communicate with her so well makes life much more interesting, and we so far have had almost no tantrums because she is able to tell us what she wants, and we are able to tell her why she can't have it!
She knows all her colours, can count to ten(although seven often gets missed out), knows all the basic shapes, understands and uses big/small, up/down, on/off, on/under, in/out, knows what writing is, and also likes to 'read' to herself. She has also started memorising rhymes and her storybooks and reciting bits of them to herself or to us. It is very cute to see her doing the actions as she says "Two lil dicky birrs sit on a wall, one nay Peter, one nay Paul. Fie-way Peter, fie-way Paul, cuh back Peter, cuh back Paul". She also knows Twinkle Star, I'm a little teapot, Tommy Thumb, Hop Little Bunnies, and probably some more I'm forgetting.
My habit of making up songs all day has come back to bite me on the bum as I now constantly get "do HONG Mummy, do HONG" and have to make up some song about going shopping or putting socks on or whatever.
She is able to clean her own teeth, although we do them as well to be sure, she brushes her own hair, helps wash it, and also is beginning to be able to take off her clothes. And she has very strong opinions on clothes! She chooses er own outfit each day and knows what she wants - today she demanded "deni skirt"" when said denim skirt was in the washing basket and not visible.
Some of her habits are just hilarious, and some are very annoying, like squashing food in her hands while saying "squash it, sqeeeeeeeeeeze it" but mostly she is an absolute joy and pleasure; this is such a lovely age I almost don't want her to grow up!
I'm sure there's more, but it will have to be for another post. Better sign off before she realises I've highjacked her account ;)
Saturday, 19 February 2011
Rabbit, rabbit
I absolutely LOVE talking. It is probably my favourite thing. I can say so many words, and now I'm putting sentences together and it is great because now i can totally say what I want to!
Like the other day, I went for a walk with Granma, and I was collecting stones but having trouble getting them in my bag, so I said my longest sentence so far: Granma help put stone in bag. And she did! I love the power.
I do quite a lot of ordering around: Mumma sit dere! Dadda pick up! But Mumma says I shouldn't order people around and she doesn't always do what I say.
Here are some of my words:
yes no pick up sit down upstairs downstairs snack drink water tea hot teapot cup mug plate towel sink chair pillow slipper top trouser skirt sock knick-knock (pants) coat book shoe boot pram lady man Quad Bike Man farm cat dog pig sheep donkey monkey cow goat crocodile elephant Dassie duck goose coot park swing slide rock-rock roundabout car bus plane elicop (helicopter) necklace bracelet hat glasses sunglasses airer table bag gate shut open outside walk carry Uncle Mark Nanna Granma Gandad Dadda Mumma dolly big little cot bed sleep feet hands sleeping bag off on dark night knock call milk box bottle tub tube teeth brush shampoo cream slippy nee-naw book ticket mat stairs bin binmen telly Beebies (as in CBeebies) button zip butterfly pink green brown yellow orange blue red nappy change first turn now chocolate biscuit cake sweetcorn peas meat bread butter brocolli carrots coffee cafe draw paint Lilia Nikki Sue Sarah cuddle spoon fork knife bowl bib basket egg frog camel Shrek Slobcat tractor rabbit Peter Gruffalo Jemima people stick Hank pen phone tissue tree tick-tock paracetamol noory (nurofen) jigsaw puzzle choo-choo hebby (heavy) bless you coaster love you bars oh dear tidy messy ball football scoop home boat moon star pushchair shop do it zebra giraffe parrot bat snake baby tummy tummy button leg puddle wipe computer dee-daw (ding dong, for doorbell) ring ear eye nose move heart shape triangle Dadda Do (What Daddies Do) ice cream Minnie wrap shake drop crayon girl balloon apple pear cracker crisps grape cheese me mouse
Whic is getting on for 250 words and I have probably forgotten some! See how much I love talking!
Like the other day, I went for a walk with Granma, and I was collecting stones but having trouble getting them in my bag, so I said my longest sentence so far: Granma help put stone in bag. And she did! I love the power.
I do quite a lot of ordering around: Mumma sit dere! Dadda pick up! But Mumma says I shouldn't order people around and she doesn't always do what I say.
Here are some of my words:
yes no pick up sit down upstairs downstairs snack drink water tea hot teapot cup mug plate towel sink chair pillow slipper top trouser skirt sock knick-knock (pants) coat book shoe boot pram lady man Quad Bike Man farm cat dog pig sheep donkey monkey cow goat crocodile elephant Dassie duck goose coot park swing slide rock-rock roundabout car bus plane elicop (helicopter) necklace bracelet hat glasses sunglasses airer table bag gate shut open outside walk carry Uncle Mark Nanna Granma Gandad Dadda Mumma dolly big little cot bed sleep feet hands sleeping bag off on dark night knock call milk box bottle tub tube teeth brush shampoo cream slippy nee-naw book ticket mat stairs bin binmen telly Beebies (as in CBeebies) button zip butterfly pink green brown yellow orange blue red nappy change first turn now chocolate biscuit cake sweetcorn peas meat bread butter brocolli carrots coffee cafe draw paint Lilia Nikki Sue Sarah cuddle spoon fork knife bowl bib basket egg frog camel Shrek Slobcat tractor rabbit Peter Gruffalo Jemima people stick Hank pen phone tissue tree tick-tock paracetamol noory (nurofen) jigsaw puzzle choo-choo hebby (heavy) bless you coaster love you bars oh dear tidy messy ball football scoop home boat moon star pushchair shop do it zebra giraffe parrot bat snake baby tummy tummy button leg puddle wipe computer dee-daw (ding dong, for doorbell) ring ear eye nose move heart shape triangle Dadda Do (What Daddies Do) ice cream Minnie wrap shake drop crayon girl balloon apple pear cracker crisps grape cheese me mouse
Whic is getting on for 250 words and I have probably forgotten some! See how much I love talking!
Saturday, 8 January 2011
Christmas. This year I get it!
Last year I didn't really know what Christmas was all about, but this year I soon got the hang of it. I now know what a present is, and can say 'choc-lit' and 'Iiiii-geam'.
We stayed at our house for Christmas and Gar and Gaa came to stay for four days, then Nanna and Gaa came for a couple of days after that, so it was all very exciting and I seemed to have presents every day for about a week!
I loved opening all the presents. Not just my own, of course. I helped with everyone's. Once Mumma explained what to do, I would just do it while saying 'ip, ip' which obviously means 'rip'.
Here is me opening the first present:
And here is me looking a bit jaded after all that unwrapping.
But I loved all my presents. One of my favourites was this pretty sparkly dress. It is too big for me at the moment, but I will grow into it and it will be my party dress. When I opened it I said 'ooh!' and then decided that was a good thing to say whenever I opened something, so every time I ripped a present open I said 'ooh!' in an excited voice, then quickly put the gift onto my pile and moved onto the next thing. Because unwrapping is the best thing really.
And I didn't see why I should stop at my own presents, so when Dadda opened this hat from Mumma, I decided it went perfectly with my dress.
But Christmas was just so much fun, you cansee how much here when I was far too excited to even pose for a picture.
Another of my best presents, which I play with every day, was from Great Aunt Lilian and Great Uncle Ray. They got me this fab teaset. I love it. I can say 'hot tea' and 'cup tea' and 'teapot' and 'spoon' so I make everyone cups of tea all the time. I usually like to drink them myself but sometimes I let the people have them, especially if it is Dadda.
Here I am playing with it with Gar.
I totally love Gar. She is my favourite person after Mumma, Dadda and Ni-hee (Mumma's friend Nikki but I can't say the letter k yet). I made Gar play with me ALL the time, and ordered her to sit on the floor all over the house to play games with me.
Mumma kept telling her to say no and sit on a chair, but she didn't. So we had loads of fun. Here we are with me in my highchair when I had asked for Gar to feed me. Yes, I know I can feed myself but it's not as much fun as getting Gar to do it.
And here I am after that meal, covered in choc-lit. I like choc-lit. It's tasty but I'm not allowed it very often.
On Boxing Day, Mumma and Dadda gave me my present from them - a bike! It is in cow print and really cool. I love it.
Another of my best presents was a pram for my toys. Nanna and Gaa gave it to me. This is me with Nanna playing with it.
But mostly I loved everyone reading me books all the time, like this time with Nanna and Gaa.
So, that was Christmas! Super-fun!
We stayed at our house for Christmas and Gar and Gaa came to stay for four days, then Nanna and Gaa came for a couple of days after that, so it was all very exciting and I seemed to have presents every day for about a week!
I loved opening all the presents. Not just my own, of course. I helped with everyone's. Once Mumma explained what to do, I would just do it while saying 'ip, ip' which obviously means 'rip'.
Here is me opening the first present:
And here is me looking a bit jaded after all that unwrapping.
But I loved all my presents. One of my favourites was this pretty sparkly dress. It is too big for me at the moment, but I will grow into it and it will be my party dress. When I opened it I said 'ooh!' and then decided that was a good thing to say whenever I opened something, so every time I ripped a present open I said 'ooh!' in an excited voice, then quickly put the gift onto my pile and moved onto the next thing. Because unwrapping is the best thing really.
And I didn't see why I should stop at my own presents, so when Dadda opened this hat from Mumma, I decided it went perfectly with my dress.
But Christmas was just so much fun, you cansee how much here when I was far too excited to even pose for a picture.
Another of my best presents, which I play with every day, was from Great Aunt Lilian and Great Uncle Ray. They got me this fab teaset. I love it. I can say 'hot tea' and 'cup tea' and 'teapot' and 'spoon' so I make everyone cups of tea all the time. I usually like to drink them myself but sometimes I let the people have them, especially if it is Dadda.
Here I am playing with it with Gar.
I totally love Gar. She is my favourite person after Mumma, Dadda and Ni-hee (Mumma's friend Nikki but I can't say the letter k yet). I made Gar play with me ALL the time, and ordered her to sit on the floor all over the house to play games with me.
Mumma kept telling her to say no and sit on a chair, but she didn't. So we had loads of fun. Here we are with me in my highchair when I had asked for Gar to feed me. Yes, I know I can feed myself but it's not as much fun as getting Gar to do it.
And here I am after that meal, covered in choc-lit. I like choc-lit. It's tasty but I'm not allowed it very often.
On Boxing Day, Mumma and Dadda gave me my present from them - a bike! It is in cow print and really cool. I love it.
Another of my best presents was a pram for my toys. Nanna and Gaa gave it to me. This is me with Nanna playing with it.
But mostly I loved everyone reading me books all the time, like this time with Nanna and Gaa.
So, that was Christmas! Super-fun!
New Year, new me!
I've not been very good at writing in my blog lately, because there is so much happening in real life I can't find the time, but I thought I should update it a bit now.
I am now 17 months, and Dadda says I am a 'proper little girl' now. I am walking and running everywhere, and really enjoy walking into town with Mumma. People think I would get tired, but I don't really, as long as we have some breaks. It takes us 20 minutes in the pram, and 45 minutes if we walk, so just popping to Waitrose takes us over two hours, but it is so much fun!
I like to stop and look at things regularly, maybe a leaf, or a cat, or some grass. I do like brightly coloured rubbish like sweet wrappers, but Mumma says I can't pick them up, only leaves, stones or sticks.
Ooh! Sticks! I love sticks! It is super-fun to collect sticks on our walks. Sometimes I pick them up and carry them for ages, sometimes I throw them down after a few steps, and sometimes I just examine them very carefully before putting them back down, but it is always fun.
And Waitrose is fun too. Mumma often lets me walk round the shop while she uses the pram as a trolley, and so I get to run around and pick things off shelves. She never seems to want to buy the things that I pick though. Last time we went I wanted some tomatoes, some carrots, some apples and some dog food puches and tins, but Mumma said we had carrots and apples, and that we don't have a dog. Spoilsport.
So I am a really good walker now. I also have new shoes! I used to have what they call Cruisers, for babies who are almost walking but also doing some crawling. And then my feet didn't grow so Mumma said I had to keep those. They were OK, but they had rubbery toes so sometimes made me trip over, and they were babyish.
But Mumma took me to be measured this week and my feet had grown a whole size! I am now a 3.5F and I got some lovely black patent T-bar shoes with flowers on and, get this, FLASHING LIGHTS in the heels.
Mumma didn't want the flashing lights but they can't be turned off, so I am all sparkly-disco when I walk.
As well as walking, I also do lots of talking. Mumma looked it up on the internet and says that I talk at the rate of an average two to two-and-a-half-year-old. Wevs. I just like doing it. My friend Ashton talks as much as I do, but some of my friends don't even say Mama yet so we are all different. I think talking is my 'thing'.
As well as loads of words (well over 80 now Mumma reckons) I have started to put them together, so I can say 'pick up dadda' and 'night night Mumma' and 'sit there' and 'sit down' and 'more cheese' (very useful, that one).
Mumma used to write them all down but says she has given up as there are too many. I try and learn at least two words a day, usually more. The other day I learned 'coot' and 'squirrel' and my friend Harry's name.
I have loads of teeth now too. My 'missing' toothe came through the other day and I have my last two eye teeth coming as well, so there are only the last four molars to come. We all hate teeth coming because it makes me cross and ill and I sleep really badly, but hopefully it will be over soon.
I have moved on with my favourite toys now as well. I used to love my stacking cups but I don't play with them at all now.
I love my peg jigsaw which Gar (Grandma) taught me to do, and I absolutely love books. Mumma gets me new ones from Oxfam Bookshop quite often and I get very attached to them. My top one right now is called Slobcat and I take it everywhere with me.
So that is me. Oh yes. I also really really love picking my outfit every day. Once we have put it on I stand back and smooth it down and say 'ooh' then I go and look in the mirror. Mumma worries that I am becoming too vain but I just like to take pride in my appearance.Nothing wrong with that!
I am now 17 months, and Dadda says I am a 'proper little girl' now. I am walking and running everywhere, and really enjoy walking into town with Mumma. People think I would get tired, but I don't really, as long as we have some breaks. It takes us 20 minutes in the pram, and 45 minutes if we walk, so just popping to Waitrose takes us over two hours, but it is so much fun!
I like to stop and look at things regularly, maybe a leaf, or a cat, or some grass. I do like brightly coloured rubbish like sweet wrappers, but Mumma says I can't pick them up, only leaves, stones or sticks.
Ooh! Sticks! I love sticks! It is super-fun to collect sticks on our walks. Sometimes I pick them up and carry them for ages, sometimes I throw them down after a few steps, and sometimes I just examine them very carefully before putting them back down, but it is always fun.
And Waitrose is fun too. Mumma often lets me walk round the shop while she uses the pram as a trolley, and so I get to run around and pick things off shelves. She never seems to want to buy the things that I pick though. Last time we went I wanted some tomatoes, some carrots, some apples and some dog food puches and tins, but Mumma said we had carrots and apples, and that we don't have a dog. Spoilsport.
So I am a really good walker now. I also have new shoes! I used to have what they call Cruisers, for babies who are almost walking but also doing some crawling. And then my feet didn't grow so Mumma said I had to keep those. They were OK, but they had rubbery toes so sometimes made me trip over, and they were babyish.
But Mumma took me to be measured this week and my feet had grown a whole size! I am now a 3.5F and I got some lovely black patent T-bar shoes with flowers on and, get this, FLASHING LIGHTS in the heels.
Mumma didn't want the flashing lights but they can't be turned off, so I am all sparkly-disco when I walk.
As well as walking, I also do lots of talking. Mumma looked it up on the internet and says that I talk at the rate of an average two to two-and-a-half-year-old. Wevs. I just like doing it. My friend Ashton talks as much as I do, but some of my friends don't even say Mama yet so we are all different. I think talking is my 'thing'.
As well as loads of words (well over 80 now Mumma reckons) I have started to put them together, so I can say 'pick up dadda' and 'night night Mumma' and 'sit there' and 'sit down' and 'more cheese' (very useful, that one).
Mumma used to write them all down but says she has given up as there are too many. I try and learn at least two words a day, usually more. The other day I learned 'coot' and 'squirrel' and my friend Harry's name.
I have loads of teeth now too. My 'missing' toothe came through the other day and I have my last two eye teeth coming as well, so there are only the last four molars to come. We all hate teeth coming because it makes me cross and ill and I sleep really badly, but hopefully it will be over soon.
I have moved on with my favourite toys now as well. I used to love my stacking cups but I don't play with them at all now.
I love my peg jigsaw which Gar (Grandma) taught me to do, and I absolutely love books. Mumma gets me new ones from Oxfam Bookshop quite often and I get very attached to them. My top one right now is called Slobcat and I take it everywhere with me.
So that is me. Oh yes. I also really really love picking my outfit every day. Once we have put it on I stand back and smooth it down and say 'ooh' then I go and look in the mirror. Mumma worries that I am becoming too vain but I just like to take pride in my appearance.Nothing wrong with that!
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