Xavier is 3 years, 8 months and 4 days old.
Stella is 2 years, 4 months and 2 days old.
Today while getting dressed I suggested to Xavier that perhaps when he is 4 he might like to start getting dressed by himself, as I figure its something he should be able to do, surely I'm not going to have help him dress for years to come? Anyway, that conversation very quickly led to the following exchange;
X: When I'm a grown up and dress myself, I will sleep in the big bed with you and Daddy, wont I?
M: Umm, no, you will still sleep in your bed. But when you are a grown up you can get yourself a big bed of your own.
X: But who will sleep in my big bed with me?
M: Well, maybe one day you will get married and the person you marry will sleep with you in your big bed.
Xavier ponders this for a moment.
M: Do you think you might marry a girl or a boy? (just interested in the answer)
X: Oh a girl. I'll marry a girl and we will sleep in my big bed and probably have some babies too.
M: Wow, that's great. How many babies do you think you and your wife might have?
X: I think 2 girl babies would be good.
M: Oh OK, 2 girl babies would be nice, what about boys, don't you want any boy babies?
X: Oh yes, i think we will have 3 boy babies too. Yes, 2 girl babies then 3 boy babies.
M: Wow, that's a lot of babies mate.
X: Yep, 2 girl babies and 3 boy babies, that's 5 babies altogether.
M: Sure is mate. Well I'm going to be a very busy nanna then aren't i?
X: Yes you will, and I'll be a busy daddy.
Oh bless him...
Later on I asked if he thought Stella might get married and have babies too. He said that he was sure that Stella would get married (to a boy it seems) and have 3 girls babies then 2 boy babies. Jeepers, if this kid is right, Im going to be a really busy nanna in my old age.
A later discussion with Stella revealed that she in fact only plans on having 2 girl babies and 'thats enough'
This has to be written down to refer back on one day in my old age, to see how many grandchildren I do in fact end up with.
And can I also note that Xavier's ability to 'know/work out/add' that 2 babies plus 3 babies = 5 babies absolutely blows me away. Just like counting and his ABC's I quite seriously have NO IDEA where this kid learns these things...
Monday, June 13, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
10th June 2011
Xavier is 3 years and 8 months old.
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 4 weeks and 1 day old.
Today, sitting at the bench getting lunch ready, Stella was playing with the dummy I had taken from her at breakfast (she only has a dummy in bed). As I helped her down from the stool i asked if we should just throw her dummy in the rubbish bin, she promptly shoved it down her top, looked me in the eye and said "Don't you DARE!"
me thinks, someone isn't quite ready to relinquish the dummy just yet.
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 4 weeks and 1 day old.
Today, sitting at the bench getting lunch ready, Stella was playing with the dummy I had taken from her at breakfast (she only has a dummy in bed). As I helped her down from the stool i asked if we should just throw her dummy in the rubbish bin, she promptly shoved it down her top, looked me in the eye and said "Don't you DARE!"
me thinks, someone isn't quite ready to relinquish the dummy just yet.
Monday, June 6, 2011
6th June 2011
Xavier is 3 years, 7 months, 3 weeks and 6 days old.
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 3 weeks and 4 days old.
Mummy: Xavier please don't lick the cat.
Xavier: But she licked me first.
Mummy: Yes, but don't lick her back, and try not to let her lick you again, she licks her bum you know?
Xavier: *screws up face*
Mummy: You wouldn't lick her bum would you?
Xavier: Maaaayyybeeeee.... *giggle* no that would be gross, she poos out her bum.
hmm but licking the cat's face is still somehow ok...
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 3 weeks and 4 days old.
Mummy: Xavier please don't lick the cat.
Xavier: But she licked me first.
Mummy: Yes, but don't lick her back, and try not to let her lick you again, she licks her bum you know?
Xavier: *screws up face*
Mummy: You wouldn't lick her bum would you?
Xavier: Maaaayyybeeeee.... *giggle* no that would be gross, she poos out her bum.
hmm but licking the cat's face is still somehow ok...
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
1st June 2011
Xavier is 3 years, 7 months, 3 weeks and 1 day old.
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 6 days old.
Yesterday while I was getting dressed Stella announces, "boobies! They are my favourite colour."
ummm ok.
This morning, Xavier snuck into bed with me not long after Adam left for work, he snuggled for a while, then once I woke more we had a little chat about the days plans. He then began this crazy face pulling contest... it ended in fits of giggle and Xavier declaring, "mummy, you're nuts."
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 6 days old.
Yesterday while I was getting dressed Stella announces, "boobies! They are my favourite colour."
ummm ok.
This morning, Xavier snuck into bed with me not long after Adam left for work, he snuggled for a while, then once I woke more we had a little chat about the days plans. He then began this crazy face pulling contest... it ended in fits of giggle and Xavier declaring, "mummy, you're nuts."
Monday, May 30, 2011
30th May 2011
Xavier is 3 years, 7, months, 2 weeks and 6 days old.
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days old.
Quote of the day goes to Stella. Sitting on the toilet with a finger up her nose (its gross but better than some other places she chooses to put it) she says "mummy, there's a booger up there. I can smell it!" Hilarity. Wonder what boogers smell like?
Xavier lays on the floor drawing quietly before bed, brings me his artwork to admire. I ask "can you tell me about it?" (tip I learned from Lozzy that she learned from her mum, a prep teacher, apparently gets a better response than questioning what is it?) and he tells me,
"Mum, its a letter to Santa."
"Ok, what does it say?"
"It says, Hurry up Santa!"
Random child. Think watching the Christmas Hi-5 DVD may be responsible for this gem.
In other news, a really beautiful day with the small ones. Swimming this morning (only took 45 min to get dressed after lessons, down from 1hr 15min last 2 weeks) then play center with a friend S and her boys W & R. All kids played lovely, we caught up, drank coffee and hot chocolates and blissed out.
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days old.
Quote of the day goes to Stella. Sitting on the toilet with a finger up her nose (its gross but better than some other places she chooses to put it) she says "mummy, there's a booger up there. I can smell it!" Hilarity. Wonder what boogers smell like?
Xavier lays on the floor drawing quietly before bed, brings me his artwork to admire. I ask "can you tell me about it?" (tip I learned from Lozzy that she learned from her mum, a prep teacher, apparently gets a better response than questioning what is it?) and he tells me,
"Mum, its a letter to Santa."
"Ok, what does it say?"
"It says, Hurry up Santa!"
Random child. Think watching the Christmas Hi-5 DVD may be responsible for this gem.
In other news, a really beautiful day with the small ones. Swimming this morning (only took 45 min to get dressed after lessons, down from 1hr 15min last 2 weeks) then play center with a friend S and her boys W & R. All kids played lovely, we caught up, drank coffee and hot chocolates and blissed out.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
27th May 2011
Xavier is 3 years, 7 months, 2 weeks and 3days old.
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 1 day old.
Firstly, WOW, how on earth did my babes get so old? Time really is just flying.
Xavier is just a little champ. As a 2 year old he was hard work, but I'm seeing light at the end of the tunnel, and as a 3 year old is is much more enjoyable, most of the time. The love I have for him feels like an old, familiar, comfortable love. Its steady, reliable and safe. Hearing Xavier say he loves me is like being wrapped in a old warm blanket, it embracing and gentle.
Stella is a pocket rocket of fun. She is finding her voice as a 2 year old, but still essentially wants to know that you recognise and appreciate what she is doing. The love I have for her is intense, fierce and passionate. Loving Stella feels like those first years in a new relationship, where things are new and fresh. You get excited seeing them and hearing them tell you they love you too makes you tingle from head to foot.
I feel like perhaps this is the beginning of the course our loves are going to take as my babies grow into children, young adults and then adults themselves. Xavier, ever steady, considered and there. Stella intense, flighty and exciting.
Some highlights from the past few weeks, although it could easily be months with the rate time is flying by.
Adam had opened a block of chocolate and was negotiating with Xavier about how much he could have as it was just before bedtime. Stella , hand on hip, wanders into the kitchen and says "so, ummm, whats going on here guys? Yeeesssss, what is going on here?" Hilarity.
Xavier has started 3 year old kinder this year, and all reports from his teachers suggest that he is a very quiet and gentle boy. Ummm at home he is neither. A discussion in the car last week may have uncovered this contrast in his personalities. Xavier informed me that he wasn't allowed to talk at kinder. That he must sit quietly on his bottom and listen to the stories Miss B reads. Despite informing him that listening during stories was important and very good manners, he was in fact allowed to talk at other times. I also had to reassure him that I thought there were set times for stories, and that it was unlikely that Miss B was going to break into story (or song for that matter) at any given moment and he really didn't need to be on guard at all time in preparation for such an event. A chat to Miss B, then a chat between Miss B and Xavier seems to be assisting with the confusion, she informed me at pick up this week that he had talked more than she had heard before, but still not what she would consider a lot. Give him time, I say, she'll be wishing for the quiet in no time.
I love mandarins, the kids love mandarins. Today I was trying to hide one on my desk, but Miss found it. She insisted she had to peel it by 'mineself' then she broke it in half and place it either side of her head to listen to it. Then sniffed deeply and announced, "mummy, it smells delicious"
Stella is 2 years, 3 months, 2 weeks and 1 day old.
Firstly, WOW, how on earth did my babes get so old? Time really is just flying.
Xavier is just a little champ. As a 2 year old he was hard work, but I'm seeing light at the end of the tunnel, and as a 3 year old is is much more enjoyable, most of the time. The love I have for him feels like an old, familiar, comfortable love. Its steady, reliable and safe. Hearing Xavier say he loves me is like being wrapped in a old warm blanket, it embracing and gentle.
Stella is a pocket rocket of fun. She is finding her voice as a 2 year old, but still essentially wants to know that you recognise and appreciate what she is doing. The love I have for her is intense, fierce and passionate. Loving Stella feels like those first years in a new relationship, where things are new and fresh. You get excited seeing them and hearing them tell you they love you too makes you tingle from head to foot.
I feel like perhaps this is the beginning of the course our loves are going to take as my babies grow into children, young adults and then adults themselves. Xavier, ever steady, considered and there. Stella intense, flighty and exciting.
Some highlights from the past few weeks, although it could easily be months with the rate time is flying by.
Adam had opened a block of chocolate and was negotiating with Xavier about how much he could have as it was just before bedtime. Stella , hand on hip, wanders into the kitchen and says "so, ummm, whats going on here guys? Yeeesssss, what is going on here?" Hilarity.
Xavier has started 3 year old kinder this year, and all reports from his teachers suggest that he is a very quiet and gentle boy. Ummm at home he is neither. A discussion in the car last week may have uncovered this contrast in his personalities. Xavier informed me that he wasn't allowed to talk at kinder. That he must sit quietly on his bottom and listen to the stories Miss B reads. Despite informing him that listening during stories was important and very good manners, he was in fact allowed to talk at other times. I also had to reassure him that I thought there were set times for stories, and that it was unlikely that Miss B was going to break into story (or song for that matter) at any given moment and he really didn't need to be on guard at all time in preparation for such an event. A chat to Miss B, then a chat between Miss B and Xavier seems to be assisting with the confusion, she informed me at pick up this week that he had talked more than she had heard before, but still not what she would consider a lot. Give him time, I say, she'll be wishing for the quiet in no time.
I love mandarins, the kids love mandarins. Today I was trying to hide one on my desk, but Miss found it. She insisted she had to peel it by 'mineself' then she broke it in half and place it either side of her head to listen to it. Then sniffed deeply and announced, "mummy, it smells delicious"
Ok, let's try this again shall we...
I have been contemplating coming back to this for quite some time now. But I keep finding excuses not to. I had in my head that I needed some 'special' date to start, but have come to realise that each day I wait for that special day, another day in the lives of my children passes.
I was also struggling to find the right 'voice' for this blog. Was I writing to my children, or about my children, the tense was getting all messed about and annoying me.
So I have a new plan. I'm not going to worry about grammar and how things flow and sound for now, rather I'm just going to write about the things that stand out in our day to day grind. They now say so many things that are completely hilarious, that when there 21st roll around it will be impossible to remember them all, unless I write them down somewhere.
So here is One Day at at Time. Take 2.
I was also struggling to find the right 'voice' for this blog. Was I writing to my children, or about my children, the tense was getting all messed about and annoying me.
So I have a new plan. I'm not going to worry about grammar and how things flow and sound for now, rather I'm just going to write about the things that stand out in our day to day grind. They now say so many things that are completely hilarious, that when there 21st roll around it will be impossible to remember them all, unless I write them down somewhere.
So here is One Day at at Time. Take 2.
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