Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Hoo boy, there was a bit of a drama this morning. I woke up at 5.15am, a pretty normal time, with a really, really wet nappy. I called Mum to change it for me so we went into the bathroom to find that there were no more nappies. Mum wanted to put me into my undies, but I told her I needed a poo, and I refuse to poo without a nappy. Luckily there were some pull-ups, so I got Mum to help me into one of those. She wanted me to do my poo in the bathroom rather than back in bed, so I sat on the toilet. I told Mum to go out of the room, as usual when I do a poo, but she wouldn't go out because Jasmine was asleep in the loungeroom, so she hung around the bathroom waiting for me. I think she asked me every 30 seconds if I'd finished. I told her, 'No, I do ten poos'. Then I chatted away for a bit before Mum asked again and I told her, 'No, I do five poos'.
Finally I finished so Mum lifted me up to the change bench as usual. Then she realised that she couldn't undo the pull-up like a nappy. Uh oh. We both got a bit anxious then. First up she tried to get me to lift my bottom off the table so she could pull off the pants, but I couldn't quite do that. Then she made me stand on the floor while she tried to pull them down; I yelled, 'No, no, no!' Then she stood me in front of the toilet and tried to make me turn around, but there was no way I was going to sit on the toilet and have her pull the pants off me. In the end she lifted me up by the ribs and pulled the pants down and poo went everywhere. By now she was grumping and huffing looking pretty fierce. When she put the pull-up in the bag more poo dropped off onto the floor. She got a wet cloth and started wiping my legs, turned around and stepped into the poo and went skidding across the floor. Then she threw the cloth into the bucket so hard that the poo flew up and stuck on the wall. I might have laughed if I wasn't standing there with no pants on and poo down my legs.
Finally I was cleaned up with new clothes on. Mum tucked me back to bed and told me to go back to sleep. Ha ha ha! As if!
Sunday, January 25, 2004
It's been a fun week, with the highlight being a visit to a puppet show. Mum took me to Hocus Pocus Puppets where there were lots of other little kids hanging around, including my friend Thomas and his mum. After a bit of fun poking around the shop, we were shown behind a black curtain into a little room and the show started. I sat on the floor at first, but when the lights went off I decided that I'd better make sure Mum was okay and sat on her lap for the rest of the show. There were lots of animals and bugs and snakes and spiders and funny creatures. They all had funny voices and danced around. There was steam and bubbles and we even got rained on! The show was really great fun and I want to go back again, but have to wait until the next school holidays when they run the shows again.
I'm starting Kinder soon. I've been to have a look at the Kindergarten, but I'm more interested in the park next to it. Mum and I love playing there. Next week I get to play inside the Kinder, but I've looked at the play equipment and think it should be okay.
I needed a bag to take to Kinder, so Dad bought me a special bag. I call it my, 'Dorofy Dinosaur back-pack'. We packed some clothes in it and I put it on my back, but I told Dad, 'it's too heaby', and took it off again. I really like it, it's just that Mum or Dad can carry it for me.
I also got a new hat for Kinder. They have a 'No hat, no play' rule, which is fine by me, but apparently I needed one with a wider brim. So now I have a new dark blue hat that looks like the ones that cricketers wear. I tried it on and looked in the mirror. Dad asked if I like it and I smiled and said, 'yeah'. I showed Jasmine and she smiled at me, so I gave her a big smile back.
When I've been at home this week, I've had lots of fun. Some of the things I like to do are to run up and down the hallway yelling, 'AAAAAAAAAA', and to run up to Jazzie and yell, 'AAAAAAARGH' in her face. It's very funny to shake the high-chair when Jasmine is eating her lunch, and to drop toys on her head. I also love chucking the cushions about the room and diving under the big cushions on the couch and yelling, 'AAH', into them. I like to wrap myself up in the curtains in the loungeroom and yell into them. I like to yell, '1-2-3 AcalaZAM!' just like Greg the Yellow Wiggle from The Big Red Car, and also, '1-2-3 BLAST-OFF!!' I get Mum to pretend to fall asleep and then I run up to her and scream, 'WAKE-UP JEFF!'
One game that I played with Mum and Jasmine kept me interested for ages: we rolled balls under the lounge chairs to each other, and then through a tube. Jazzie played with the balls with bells in them while Mum and I rolled the other balls about. It was lots of fun.
We all went to see a Doctor early in the week. I've no idea what that was about - I thought it was for me, but he didn't look in my mouth or my ears or even touch me. He just watched me play about and talked nicely to me, so I didn't mind him at all.
Monday, January 19, 2004
I just can't see the problem: If I'm sitting on the couch watching TV and Jazzie pops up right next to my legs and bobs around trying to get me to look at her and I don't want to, then what's so wrong with just casually moving my foot over to push her in the face? I didn't ask her to come over to me. She was annoying me and she was just there...and I really think Mum and Dad over-react to such things.
Saturday, January 17, 2004
I've had the best week. I've been to four different playgrounds, played at Granny's house, played at Amelia's house, been to the Museum and Brunetti's, been to the shoe shop, been to the gym, been to playgroup and played with Niall and Sonja and Uncle Ad at home. In between all that I've watched TV, played a little bit with my toys and generally been a screaming menace.
I went to the gym twice this week; on Monday I didn't want to go and just played quietly with the music instruments when I was there. But on Friday Jasmine came too for the first time. I was very pleased to have her there and I told the ladies that she was my sister and her name was Jasmine. I stayed with her most of the time and made sure she was okay. She only started to cry a bit just before Mum came to get us, so she did way better than I did the first time I went.
I loved the Museum trip. Mum, Jasmine and I went to Brunetti's first, which I loved. I haven't been there with Mum for ages. Then we met Bethany and Michelle at the Museum which was just the most fun. We ran around looking at animals and playing with lego and drawing pictures and whacking balls...it was the best fun and I really want to go back. In the car on the way home I was yelling a bit and Mum asked me if I was a bit tired. I said, 'No, I'm a bit happy,' but I was asleep five minutes later.
I had a nice homey day today. I got up early with Daddy and we made Mum breakfast in bed. That was great fun - we took her coffee and muesli and fruit and the paper, then I jumped and romped on the bed with Jazzie while Mum tried to read the paper - ha ha ha! It was fun.
Uncle Ad came to play with me in the morning, which was great, but after a while I suddenly got tired and took myself off to bed. Jasmine was already asleep in the room so I quietly got in bed and pulled the doona up over my head. I'd been asleep for a while when Jazzie woke me up. I was still pretty tired so I went back to sleep and slept for a lot longer. Then I happily pottered around out on the balcony with Mum and watched a bit of TV and did a bit of colouring. It was a nice day.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
I just can't believe the food Mum and Dad are trying to make me eat. This new rule of not letting me eat any snacks after mid-afternoon just means that I eat whatever I can get my hands onto in the morning, eat lunch, then drink as much as I can in the afternoon so that I'm not too hungry when I refuse dinner.
In the last week, they've tried to feed me pasta with a bacon/tomato/assorted other vegies sauce on it, a home-made pastie with meat and vegies, corn on the cob, pan-fried potato chips, fish with green vegies, and chicken schnitzel with mashed potato. Mashed potato - what a way to ruin potato. Out of all this, I've eaten some potato chips with tomato sauce and a bit of chicken schnitzel. All I really want is some cheese and olives and maybe some vegemite toast and a gherkin.
I feel sorry for Jasmine. Mum makes her eat mushy brown rice and mushy meat and vegies - Erk! And she tries to tell me that I used to eat that stuff too - HA! I don't believe her.
Friday, January 09, 2004
One nice thing about Jasmine being in my room is that I can now have a cuddle and play with Mum and Dad in their bed after Jasmine has gone back to sleep in the morning. I used to go in to their room when I woke but be bustled out straight away and told to be quiet. Now I can romp around, as I did this morning, and make as much noise as I want. I even cuddled Mum in bed for maybe ten seconds! I usually last about three.
Jazzie and I have been waking up at about 5.30am most mornings. Sometimes I stay in bed for a bit longer; two, or three minutes maybe, but then I get up and try to entice Daddy out of bed to get me some brekky. This morning I said to Mum while she was feeding Jasmine, 'Oskar kiss Daddy and Daddy get up?' I went round to kiss him but he didn't get up! So I ran out of the room crying and helped myself to the fridge. I had already poured myself a glass of juice by the time he got up.
I haven't been playing with my toys by myself much lately. I want Mum to play with me. Otherwise I'd rather be watching tele or playing 'puter games. I managed to get her to play trains with me a few days ago, but it was hard work. I had to spell everything out for her. After tipping out the box of tracks and trains, I picked out the train I wanted and got one for Mum. I said, 'This one's Oskar's. Here we are,' as I handed over Mike for Mum to play with. But she started interfering so I said, 'Mum. Sit over here and watch Oskar. See? See?' as I rolled my train around. 'See, Mum?'
I couldn't get the tracks to meet up how I wanted so I said to Mum, 'Want some more tracks. Some more tracks here, and some more tracks here,' as I pointed out the gaps. She didn't do anything so I looked at her and repeated, 'Want more tracks, Mum!' I made a big long line of trains and drove them around the carpet and then up onto the tracks and over the bridges. But the trains kept toppling over. I said, 'Ooh, Mum, it fell down!' before destroying the whole lot.
See I have a new picture up on my site, which was drawn by Amelia's mum, Claire. Thanks, Claire!! I love it!
Oh, and feel free to nominate me for a bloggie award. I'd be very happy to take second behind Loobylu!!
Saturday, January 03, 2004
Jasmine has moved into my bedroom. So now, as I said to Mum, it's 'Oskar and Jasmine's bedroom'. Mum and Dad asked me if I would mind if Jazzie moved in, and I said no. So within half an hour, my room had been rearranged and Jazzie's cot was moved in. A bit later Jasmine had a nap and I didn't go in there while she slept, except for opening the door once just to take a peek.
At bedtime after dinner we had great fun together. We both bounced about and I copied the noise Jasmine was making, which was a happy squeal. Mum poked her head in and we both grinned and babbled away at her. But I was pretty tired and Jasmine started sooking so I was pleased when Mum took her out so I could get to sleep.
I think Jazzie may have cried a bit during the night, but I didn't really wake up properly until just before six. She wasn't in her cot, so I bounded into Mum and Dad's bed and leaned over Mum to see Jasmine in the middle of the bed. I said, 'Jasmine's drinking from Mummy's nipple,' and then told Mum, 'I had a lovely sleep Mum!'
Over the last month or so I've been getting up at 4.30am each morning and hopping in to bed with Mum. I have a little snuggle, then get out and go back to my bed. Sometimes I fall asleep again and sometimes I don't. Often I sit in bed and flip through my books or read them out loud.
I like cuddling Mummy at this time, but apparently she doesn't feel the same. Hmpf. So I now have a threat hanging over me. Dad told me that if I got up again in the night that they would take off my nappy and make me sit on the toilet for a poo. There's no way that I'm going to sit on the toilet without a nappy at that hour, so I've been staying in bed.
What I like to do is to run into my room just before bedtime when I have a nappy on and stand in the corner while I do a poo. Then I come out and ask for another nappy and happily go to bed. But they're not letting me do that anymore and are making me sit on the toilet with my nappy on to do a poo. I have my nappy on because I refuse to sit without it. Maybe one day. But I still do a poo in the privacy of my bedroom before I get up in the morning. The can't make me change that!
Taking in the view with Dad at Sandringham beach
A sort of preview birthday cake...(I turn 5 tomorrow!!!)
We're Dixie and Pumpy
Looooove the Kew Traffic School
We got you, Uncle Ad, now give up!
Are we too cool, or what?!
Watching the ducks on a breezy day...but nothing stops me from wearing my muscle shirt.
I'm not dizzy, no, no...
Whoaah!! Grampa made this for me!