Dressing

We dressed ourselves this morning. Holly needed a moment's assistance to climb into pants with an apparent fifty lines of rotational symmetry, while Rosie is now resplendent in a combination of bold stripes and pink plaid. However, we seem essentially to have grown up quite considerably this week...

No more nappies...

Last night was the first time we went to bed without nappies. At Mummy and Daddy's bedtime they wondered about waking them up to sit on the potties, but decided to leave them to it and see what happened - and we were dry!

Hoorah!

Swimming Lesson #1

Today was our first swimming lesson, and despite nerves about soggy faces we had a lovely time. Daddy, on the other hand, suffered from distressing childhood flashbacks whilst hanging his clothes on hooks at child height, wandering uncertainly towards the learner pool, and standing waste-deep in water with a dozen teeny kids bobbing confidently around him. Pah.

Non Sequiter

Rosie, sitting on Daddy's lap:

"Round and round the garden, like a teddy-bear...
You've got the biggest nose!"

Pond

We were in Auntie Wong's back garden today. It appeared safe with the only area of concern being a teeny pond about eighteen inches across. However, 1) Holly fell in it. 2) It was deeper than it was wide and she sank up to her armpits in stagnant water and dead stuff.

Heads

Rosie was asking about bones and things today. She asked what was in her head, so we suggested a skull, her brains, and that it's where her imagination lives. She's a little scientist, perhaps.

Holly had a different observation to make.

"When I hit my head like this, it goes *bonk*!"

Spring!

Today was the first day that was warm enough for playing in the garden.

Lovely

Both girls were dressed beautifully this morning - Holly in purple, Rosie in pink - both with little hairclips and ponytails. "Gosh you two look lovely this morning!" Said Daddy.

"That's because we are!"

Carrying myself

  • "There's a man carrying a baby."
  • "Yes. That baby can't walk because it is too small."
  • "The man has to walk because he can't carry himself."
  • "When I was a baby Mummy carried me in her tummy."
  • "But when we were born and we were outside of her tummy she carried us with her arms."
  • "It is very very difficult to carry yourself."
  • "When I am a big girl - as big as a tree - I will be able to carry myself."
  • "When fat persons carry themselves, they do break."

Stuff

Home from nursery. Rosie sits on the stairs and says, "Take my shoes off for me because I am a baby and I can't do stuff."

Mrs Mop

We went out to lunch with Granny last weekend. Holly dropped her icecream bowl onto the floor. Mummy picked it up and wiped the table, then took Rosie off to the loo. Very quietly and with minimal fuss, Holly took a handful of serviettes, crept under the table and wiped up all the mess.

Shouting

After nursery Daddy asked Holly if she had a nice day and Holly said yes. When asked if a certain staff-member was there Holly explained that she was next door and so she was only with her for a few minutes. That was that.

Ten minutes later Holly spontaneously said, "There was no shouting at nursery today. I will have to tell Mummy that as well."

Shouting

After a little gentle quizzing, Holly reported that a staff-member at nursery shouts and she finds it frightening. We'll be keeping an eye on this.

Quiet people

Not having a working concept of "deaf people", Rosie - watching the sign language interpreter on CBeebies - deduced that "Quiet people use sign language".

Simultaneous singing

Holly & Rosie together: "I am the music man... I come from down your way, and I can pla-ay..."
Holly: "NO! I'M singing that song - NOT YOU!"
Rosie: "I want to sing it. You should share songs."
Holly: "No.... ... ...You have to say 'please'."
Rosie: "Please."
Holly: "No."

Hair

Rosie - sitting on the stairs looking perplexed.
"Hello pickle. Wotcha doing?!
"I'm trying to grow my hair. It doesn't grow fast enough!"

No nappies all day!

We spent the whole day without nappies today. It was all Mummy's idea. One or two minor accidents were more than balanced by several successful potty moments. And Mummy asking "Do you need to go to the loo?" every three minutes.

Daddy drove to Brighton for the day.