Sunday, August 21, 2005
I've just had a great afternoon pottering about Jack and Harry's house. They have SO many cool toys. And textas. I loved taking the lids off all the textas, for some reason. Shame about dinner, though. It was meat and vegies - as if I was going to eat that!
It's nice to be able to go visiting again because I was really sick for a while there. My nose ran and my throat hurt and even my eyes dripped. I had to see Dr. Andrew twice. The first time he said I had a virus, but told me I needed eyedrops. But the night after seeing him I woke up about ten times and felt dreadful in the morning, so Mum took me back to the doctor again. This time I had to get antibiotics, which was really a raspberry tasting milky stuff and wasn't too bad. The eyedrops were awful, though. Dad held me down, and Mum dripped stuff in my eyes while I howled. After a day of that I kept saying, 'not my eyedrops, Mum', whenever she came near me. They forced the eyedrops into me for four whole days before stopping. Unfortunately my eyes got goopy again after a day, so I had to suffer another few days of the drops before they cleared up fully.
Once I started to feel better Mum and Dad got sick, so we still couldn't go out. It was all a bit dull, but Oskar and I improvised pretty well I think. Oskar has got really good at building cubby houses out of all the cushions from the loungeroom chairs and couch. We get our blankets and bears and muck around in the cubby. It's all good fun until I knock it down and Oskar yells at me, but I can deal with that.
I'm loving reading at the moment. Each book has to be read to me three times and I've started asking whoever's reading the book, 'what's that say?' while I point to some letters. I particularly like Goodnight Moon, Goodnight Gorilla, the Dizzy and friends books, But Not the Hippopotamus ('where's armadillo?'), and a book of nursery rhymes that Mum found at the library. Oskar and I take turns at singing the songs. I sing Twinkle Twinkle right through and can now sing Baa Baa Black Sheep. My version goes like this:
Blah blah black shing
any many more
yes yo, yes yah
green bags full
one for master, one for game
one for little Daddy lives down the lane.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Aah, life is good! So much to do, so little time to write about it! It was Daddy's birthday last week. I woke up in the morning and started singing 'Happy Birthday' to him while I lay in bed. I sang, 'Happy der-day to you, Daddy, happy der-day to you, Daddy! Beeb bip hooray! Beeb bip hooray! ... YAAAAAAY!' and I clapped my hands loudly. Daddy heard me through the monitor and came in looking so happy!
We had lots of family gatherings so Daddy could stretch out his birthday celebrations. Last weekend Oskar and I stayed at Nan and Grandad's for the night and then we all went to a restaurant for lunch and met Mum, Dad, Uncle Ad and Heather there. I was a bit scared walking in the restaurant; it was so big and noisy. As soon as I saw Daddy I walked straight up to him, climbed up onto his lap and snuggled there for a while. Once I relaxed a bit I sat on my own seat between Daddy and Uncle Ad and had a whole glass of lemonade. I felt much happier after that! I picked at a toasted cheese bagel, some chips and some fruit - it was a very yummy lunch.
The weekend before we had lunch at Granny's house and Aunty Dodo had made Daddy a lemon meringe pie. As he was cutting it up I told him, 'And some me, Dad?' He cut me a small bit, but I didn't really like it very much. Soon afterwards I'd forgotten that I didn't like it and asked, 'Daddy, mine have some of your cake, please?' He said, 'No', so I pleaded, 'Aw, please??' I didn't get anymore cake.
Later on, Oskar and I were playing shops on the cats' scratching post. I hung over the top platform and asked, 'Okkar, you buy?' He asked for a chocolate chip cookie. I thought about it and told him, 'Not today, Oggar, not today,' because that's what Granny always says to us when we go raiding the kitchen cupboards for sweet things!
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Gee, I've had some cranky moments lately. Mostly it's because I go to help myself in the cupboard and Mum stops me, or because Oskar is being mean. I came up with a great line to Oskar yesterday when he was annoying me: I went stomping up to him and said, 'Okkar, you die an' sick!' Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me, so I repeated it again and then finished him off with, 'Exterminek!' and waved my dalek hand. Oskar ran off to his room howling, so my work there was done.
Aside from my annoying brother, things have been pretty good. One of my favourite times is just before Mum tucks me in to bed. I insist on lots of hugs: 'Mummy, huggy, hug', and I snuggle my head into her neck. Then I tell her what song to sing, since I'm very into singing at the moment. I get her to sing 'Twinkle Star', then 'Rocka Baby', and then 'the cat one', which finishes off with something about a dish running away with a spoon. Each time Mum finishes the song I ask, 'why?' She never has a good answer.
Once Mum has laid me down in bed and tucked the covers over me I sit up and say, 'Mummy, hug', and throw all the covers off myself and reach up for her. I always wait until she's got the covers tucked in to get up again. She generally huffs a bit, but always gives me another hug before I settle down for the night. I do like this routine!
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Hear me sing Twinkle Star.
I'm so pleased with my latest sentences. I came up with the best one after I accidentally knocked over Oskar's full cup of milk. I went bounding in to Mum and announced, 'Mummy, Mummy, Mummy...mine spilt Okkar's milk airwhere.' I was so pleased with that sentence that when I woke up coughing in the middle of the night and had a cuddle with Mum in bed I lay there telling her about it again: 'mine spilt Okkar's milk airwhere...carpet...table.'
I have a bit of a cough at the moment. It's not too bad during the day; although, I do feel a bit tired and slightly grumpy. But, it's definitely worse during the night. I sound a bit like a dog barking, which is very weird.
I've been enjoying singing over the last few weeks. I'm learning the ABC song from Bee on Wednesdays - I haven't quite got it perfect yet - plus Twinkle, Twinkle, of course, and also a Tweenies song called 'Copy me do'. I sing in the bath, 'Coffee, coffee, coffee me do. I do dis, "choo choo choo", an' chewychoo.'
Actually, I'm loving our new big bath. Last time I had a good soak Aunty Dodo was here, so I yelled out, 'Undie Dodo, look a' me! Mine swim!' and then after a bit of splashing around, 'Undie Dodo, mine all wet now!' Yesterday I sat in the bath practicing my new sentences: 'My name Jazzie and Okkar's name Okkar,' and 'Mummy's name Suzzette!' Then I called out, 'Mummy, mine pee!' Mummy yelled, 'Oh, don't wee,' and I said, 'I did!!'
Another exchange I rather liked was when Mum asked me what I'd like for breakfast. I responded, 'I like flakes an' yoghurt, an 'tanas.' Mum asked, 'would you?' and I replied, 'No, yuk!' He he, serves her right for asking a silly question!
Monday, June 13, 2005
I came up with a couple of very creative activities this afternoon. Mum and Oskar had snuck out to the bottle shop and Dad was in the other room, so I felt quite justified in amusing myself. I found the left-over water that Mum usually puts in the iron and trickled it down my slide onto the floor. It made little puddles along the top and steps of my slide and a big puddle at the bottom. But once it was all gone from the pourer I had to find something else to do.
Then I noticed the paint brush in the craft box. I got my orange juice down from the table, dipped the paint brush in it and started painting on the floor. I made great shapes and spread it around as much as I could, but it really wasn't very noticeable. So I stepped in it and walked around the kitchen floor; then I could see it because Dad had just cleaned the kitchen floor and my foot prints stood out.
At that point Mum came home and admired my handiwork, but Dad wasn't so impressed. He got out a bucket and the mop and set about cleaning the kitchen floor...again.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Oskar and I went to Nan and Grandad's yesterday while Mum went to the dentist. We had fun playing about at Nan's and watching TV before Mum came to collect us. I was very happy to see her, but she didn't look too flash. After we got home she sat on the couch and kind of sunk into it. Oskar and I kept checking to see if she was okay, and she was still there when I got pushed off to bed far too early by Daddy. This morning, Oskar, Mum and I all played about on the floor with puzzles, books and drawing on pictures that Oskar printed out from the computer. Then we noticed that Mummy was looking kind of dazed. She then went off to bed and stayed there for ages. Oskar told me that she had a sore mouth, so I thought I'd try to cheer her up. I climbed up on the bed and jumped up and down while yabbering happily at the top of my voice. Then I found the clapper that we got from the Tour Down Under, so I jumped up and down on the bed while waggling the clapper and yodelling as well for good measure. For some reason, Daddy thought that Mum might not have been cheered very much by my actions so I left her to it. When I woke from my nap she was still there and I got to have a quick snuggle in bed before she finally got up. Happily she perked up this afternoon and we all went for a lovely walk to the gingerbread house park up the road.
Far more exciting than Mum's mouth-ache is the fact that I have a new bike! It appeared last weekend in the garage. Oskar and I surveyed it for a little while before I climbed on all by myself. I had to claim it as mine because Oskar really liked the purple streamers hanging from the handlebars and I thought he might pinch them for his bike. Oskar's bike is very plain compared to mine! I fit on the bike really well and can happily touch the pedals with my feet. Now I have to learn how to pedal. We went around the block; Mum or Dad pushed me while I steered - it was great fun. Daddy tried to get me to keep my feet on the pedals and circle them around, but I thought it was more fun to let my legs hang and have Daddy push me. Maybe tomorrow I'll try pedalling.
Friday, June 03, 2005
How ah wanwan wah wah wah,
Up a baa baa baa baa baa,
Like a diamy in a 'ky,
How ah wah wah, wah wah wah.'
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Oskar and I love being cats. We crawl around on all fours and talk to each other in cat language. Oskar plays the sweet cat and goes, 'mew, meow, mew', while I play the big, bad cat and screech, 'MEeeeeOOOOOW!' I stalk around the house with a cranky look on my face; it's great fun!
A couple of days ago Mum got out the mini-tramp for us. We love bouncing on it, but we have to take turns because otherwise Oskar jumps on while I'm trying to bounce and knocks me off. I get on and demand, 'Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, hold mine hands!' then I jump really high while Oskar counts to ten. I jump off and Oskar gets on for his go. I yell out, 'ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR...ELEVEN, TWELVE, THIRTEEN, THIRTEEN!'
Mostly Oskar has been nice to me, although sometimes he's very mean. But he was so sweet on the weekend. I was eating a cruskit when I swallowed some the wrong way and started coughing. Oskar asked me, 'Are you okay, Jazzie?' and once I'd recovered I replied, 'yep'. Then he came over and rubbed my back really gently. What a sweet brother.
And in other news, Amelia and I have discovered squealing. Hee hee hee...
Saturday, May 28, 2005
I had a sleep-over at Nan and Grandad's house all by myself yesterday! I had a great time playing with the toys and snuggling up to N & G for stories. And I LOVE the big bath! I wish we had a bath like that. When Mum came to get me I was nestled under Grandad's arm looking at books and I wasn't in a hurry to move at all. Eventually I said, 'Hello Mummy, hello Okkar', and gave them both hugs, although Oskar tried to give me the cold shoulder, but I didn't mind'.
Afterwards we went straight to Tom's house. I've been asking to go to Tom's house for the last couple of weeks - I'd ask, 'Go Tom's house? Play Alace? Tom?' We finally got there but I didn't want to let Mum go. I snuggled up to her for the first hour and made up for the missed cuddles from her when I was at Nan's. After a while I didn't feel quite so shy and I started to play a bit with the toys while I watched the boys. I do rather like Tom.
I took a while to get over the cold that I had last week. Last Thursday Mum put me in my cot for a nap, but I refused because whenever I lay down I could hardly breathe. So I yabbered away in bed and played with my toys, and when I got bored of that I started to cry. Happily Mum got me up again and I was so happy to sit with Oskar in front of Finding Nemo in the middle of the afternoon. I think Oskar woke up with my cold so he wanted to sit quietly. After a bit of the movie I found myself starting to sag sideways and the TV went all blurry. I vaguely remember Mum picking me up and snuggling up to her neck before I fell asleep. I had such a nice doze. I woke up towards the end of the movie and was very happy to find that I'd stayed sleeping on Mummy the whole time and that Oskar was still sitting next to me. We were all very happy for the rest of the day.
I've been saying a lot more new sentences that I'm very happy with. Happy because people understand me and answer me, or else they just smile if they don't:
Whenever I see Mummy dressed in her shorts I ask, 'Mummy run?' Last week she went running with Aunty Dodo and when I saw her I asked, 'Mummy run, Undie Dodo?'
Last week Mum's friend Belinda came over. I like Belinda and was trying to impress her with our new Fimble toys; I showed her Baby Pom and then ran off to look for Oskar's Fimbo while calling out, 'I show you, Belinda!'
If I miss out on seeing something I ask, 'Happened? happened, Okkar?' or 'where's it gone?' I'm learning a few lines from The Incredibles, too. I say, 'Not happy, Okkar!' Last week Daddy came home with a 'Credibles back pack for me. I was so happy with it and showed Mummy with, 'Mummy, here's my Bickables packpack'.
Each night when I'm put to bed I ask, 'Okkar fall aleeping?' I'm happier to go to bed if I know he's asleep too.
We've been playing a rescuing game a lot lately; Daddy grabs me and I yell out, 'Help! help! save me!' Then Mum or Oskar come to save me. Otherwise it's Oskar yelling out to be saved, then I run to him calling, 'I save you!'