Saturday, June 26, 2004
I eventually said sorry to Mum. I was sick of being in my room and I was getting hungry.I heard Daddy cooking dinner, so figured I'd better say sorry so I could have some food. Okay, I was a little bit sorry too.
Dinners just are so boring. I'm sick of everything that Mum and Dad make for me. Daddy made chicken schnitzel that night, but I had about two mouthfuls before deciding that I wanted a sandwich. I asked, 'Mum, I want a sammidge. Abocado an' cheese an' dip an' begemite...avocado an' cheese!' Lately I've been getting it too, which I'm pretty happy about, although not usually everything I ask for in the one sandwich. But we still have to go through the ritual of them cooking something, me saying no, and then asking for a sandwich, which I usually get.
I got to stay over at Nan's house on Thursday night - a wonderful surprise. Jasmine was really sick, so I went off with Nan and had a great time, happy to leave Jazzie to spread her germs to Mum. I went to heaps of parks and played with my toys and had really long sleeps. It was a great holiday.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
I don't get it. Mum is so much over-reacting. All I did was to go for a run across the park...it just happened to be towards the road. I mean, I would never run ON the road, so what's the problem? I can't quite believe that she gets so upset by it.
Yesterday I ran off when we were at the park with Claire and Amelia, but we were leaving anyway, and I was running towards the car. Mum got so angry it was embarrassing. Then today she yelled at me in public again when I ran out the door of Coles and found myself in the middle of a road. Well, there weren't any cars there, so that doesn't count.
This afternoon Mum nearly didn't take me to the park - she made me promise not to run off before finally letting me go. Boy she harped on about it. After a play, when I was ready to leave, I set off down the path at full pelt. It felt so good to run I just kept on running. I could vaguely hear Mum yelling at me, then I remembered that she might get angry with me, so I stopped. Ooh, she got angry. She stomped all the way back to the car with a vice like grip on my arm. I got so cranky with her that I refused to duck under the fence to get to the car. I pretended to hit her, which only made her more mad - I missed her by a few centimetres, so she shouldn't have been angry. Then I took off back into the park while she was on the other side of the fence. I thought I'd escaped, but she came roaring after me, picked me up and literally chucked me in the car. I glared at her and cried and swiped at her. She put on my belt and we drove home without talking to each other. It was very quiet.
At home we read some books, then I got angry again because she wouldn't put the TV on. So I hit her. I'm refusing to say sorry. I've been in my room for a while now.
Friday, June 18, 2004
Well, I'm having such fun with my toys, why wouldn't I want to get up at 5am?? I'd be so happy to build busses with my gears, and toilets with my blocks and loopy train routes with my train tracks if only they'd let me. Okay, that's not quite true, I want to play, but I don't really want to do it alone, I want Daddy to get up with me.
This morning when I was in Mum and Dad's bed, Mum got up and I started to cry because I didn't want HER to get up - she's grumpy in the morning. But she got up to go to Jazzie, and then went back to bed so that was okay. I finally convinced Daddy to get up with me at around 6.20am, after one hour and twenty minutes of intermittent pestering.
I can make great things with my toys now. I say to Mum, 'Mum, want to play wiv dese blocks? Dus sit down an' cross your legs. I'm making it very high up in de roof.' Then I make a city or a train-wash or some toilets.
Last week I stacked my blocks really high and explained, 'Mum, dis is a tower in de city. It's got a Wiggles concert in it. Steam comes out here,' and pointed to the very top.
I love playing with Mum - as long as it's not first thing in the morning. When I make a stand-wall for Virgil to go down, I get Mum to play Mr. Tracy. But I have to be very clear with her or she gets it wrong. I start off by saying, 'All right boys, Funderbirds are go!' and then go to Mum, 'Mum, you say, "Away you go, Virgil" NOT "Off you go, Virgil"'
As I tip Virgil backwards I hum the beat of the music: 'T, t, t, tss, t, t, t, tss,' before launching into the full soundtrack, 'Da daddle aaah, daddle a, da da, daddle aah, da, da!'
Thursday, June 17, 2004
'Mum, wan't to get crunchy frog at sukermarket?'
(No, not today)
'Mum, I can't like crunchy frog...it's got too many sugars and make me feel sick!'
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
I want Daddy.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Yesterday morning I got up around quarter to six and tip-toed in to see Mum. I whispered, 'Mum, I might go to Brunetti's wiv Daddy, an' I might bring you back an escargot'. Then I went around to Daddy, 'Daddy, want to go Brunetti's an' Bell park?'
Daddy got up and while we were getting ready Jasmine woke up, so she came along as well. We both had babycinos and I ate lots of pastries...farfalle and some doughnut I think. Then we went to a different park, because we couldn't park near Bell park, and we had a fun play before going home again. We were home soon after 8am and Mum was up and very happy to have her escargot.
I've been having great fun making Bobo and lots of other toys go down like Virgil on the change mat. I prop the mat against the table/trolley thing that all the toys are piled on - after I've scooped them all onto the floor - and stand Bobo against it. Then I hum the Thunderbirds music as he tips backwards and slides down the mat. A couple of times Daddy tried to take the mat away so he could change Jasmine's nappy and I wasn't happy at all. I screamed and yelled and disolved into tears, so now they now lie Jazzie straight on the bench without the change mat. Fair enough I think since I was playing with it first!
Friday, June 04, 2004
Last weekend I went away to Phillip Island with Mum, Dad, Jazzie, Grampa and Aunty Dodo, and stayed at Sandy's house, which is on a cliff above the sea. It was a nice change to go away with my family (I'm still smouldering about them leaving me behind to go to Hobart)and I was really happy to be there.
We played about inside for a bit - Jazzie and I chased each other around the furniture, which was great fun - and we went to the beach for a walk. That was such fun. We walked along the clifftop at the end of the airport runway and saw some planes take off before going down some steps to the beach. It was really windy and cold and also rained a bit, but I didn't care at all. I loved it. We didn't get to stay out as long as I would have liked because it started to rain a bit hard and we had to go back to the house, but we went back again the next morning and explored some more.
I did get a bit anxious in the evening because all these people came over who I didn't know. They were big and loud and scary, so we all went downstairs and played around on the bed and read some books. Then Jasmine and I went to sleep, only because we were both so exhausted. I really wanted to be with Mum and Dad. I would have slept for ages, but Jazzie woke up and cried really early in the morning - it was still dark - and that woke me up, so I figured I'd make sure Mum and Dad were awake too. We all romped about on the big bed for ages before it started to get light. By then we were all ravenous, so we headed upstairs for some porridge before our beach walk.
But the big highlight of the weekend was getting to play around in Sandy's aeroplane. He helped me up onto the wing and let me sit in the pilot's seat. I turned the steering wheel and flicked lots of buttons. It was such fun! Then Dad pointed out that the wings moved every time I turned the wheel, so I went berserko after that and turned the wheel back and forth as quickly as I could. Sandy was happy to let me do anything; I could have sat there all morning.
Unfortunately we had to go home after that, so we piled into the car with our 25 bags of stuff and set off. Jasmine and I fell asleep after about five minutes. I'd love to go back there again, but maybe just for the day.
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!