Archive for the ‘cuteness’ Category

Morning tea

May 26, 2012

When an echidna, two dinosaurs, a dog and a bee sit down to dine together, you can be sure Babess is pouring the tea.

politely waiting for their food while Babess spoon-feeds T-Rex (on account of his short arms)

Sophie the echidna chats to Spinosaurus

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Leaving home

May 25, 2012

Babess came to me to show me something she had found in her bedroom.  “It’s my little purse.  It’s an old one.  I’m sorry, I have to take it with me to my new family.”

She spoke in the peculiarly distinct, slightly condescending voice she uses for dramatic play.  She loves a good role.

I noticed she had a backpack on as well.  “What’s the bag for, Babess?”

“It’s all the things I need to go to my new family.”

“Are you leaving home, then?”

“Yes.  Sorry!”

When questioned, she revealed that her new family were waiting for her, yes they were expecting her, and they live close by, just at the back of our house (those neighbours will have a good laugh next time I’m chatting with them!).  She didn’t really have a reason to leave us, just that her new family were waiting and she was sorry but she had to go.  She managed to convey a sense of regret along the lines of “I’m dreadfully sorry but I have a prior engagement”.

We played along,  she packed her stuff, wandered around gathering things, and eventually snuggled down for a goodnight story and to annoy her big sister.  I hope her new family aren’t too worried.

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Big words from little people

May 21, 2012

Tonight after their dinner, Fainjin and Babess were filling up on toast.  I suspect they’re both about to grow again…  Fainjin wanted “one with vegemite and one with jam”.  Babess wanted “both with jam”, and because she is immensely proud of her big brother’s efforts, she wanted “jam made from Fainjin”.

Fainjin appreciated the compliment, but was moved to correct her.  “It’s strawberry jam made by Fainjin.  Not from me.  If it was made from me, I’d be… an ingredient!”

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Almost-reading

May 15, 2012

Babess has been watching her big brother learn to read, and has been picking up some tricks.  I am going to try to film her “reading” a book, because it is delightful to see and hear.

She points to each word on the page as she speaks, and the cadence is the same as if she were slowly reading the words.  But the story she tells is usually one of her own devising, based on the illustrations.

Yesterday she was reading Lynley Dodd’s “Slinky Malinki: Catflaps” in the car, and she had a marvellous conversation going between Scarface Claw and the other cats.  At the end “all the cats went inside to watch Slinky Malinki’s TV, except Scarface Claw because he was too… loud.”

The only problem with trying to film things like this is that if she knows we’re doing it, she will perform for the camera instead of just reading to herself.

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A warm welcome

May 13, 2012

“Come into our bedroom!” Babess invited the visiting three-year-old.  “We have hundreds of toys!”

It was a great start to a good day, two families blending happily into one with kids playing together, alongside each other, or apart as they chose.

Perfect.

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Rescue Ladybird

May 6, 2012

The local emergency services were having an open day today.  We always try to get to these.  The children get to talk to firefighters, police officers, paramedics and even customs officers.  They can explore the insides of fire-engines, ambulances, police cars and the rescue helicopter, collect posters and cards from all the services, and play on bouncy castles, colour in pictures, get a balloon sculpture, or have a sausage from the sausage sizzle.

There is also a children’s dress-up competition.  You can dress up as your favourite rescue worker and maybe win a prize.  I suggested to Fainjin that he wear his firefighter costume, but he wasn’t keen.  He put on the helmet, but not the jacket or pants.

I asked Babess whether she would like to wear the jacket and pants instead.  She decided they would be too big for her, and anyway, she wanted to be a ladybird.  “But you’re meant to be a rescue worker!” we told her.  Unperturbed, she replied, “I will be a rescue ladybird.”

The Dad and I grinned at each other and agreed that she might not even be the only “rescue ladybird” at the event.  “There will probably be one or two rescue princesses as well,” observed The Dad.

“Rescue princesses?!” scoffed our ladybird.  “That’s so silly!”

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Question of the day

April 24, 2012

Babess has shown a great deal of curiosity about the world lately, wanting to know how things work and why things are the way they are.  It’s a challenge to keep coming up with reasonable answers (and to make sure I do take the time to actually answer her).

Today’s question, from the back seat of the car on the way to work:

“Mummy, why do we always have to have a sunset before it’s night-time?”

That occupied the rest of the trip quite nicely…

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Someone who looks after the animals

April 16, 2012

Yesterday morning, Babess was unwell.  While she slept it off, The Dad took Pearl and Fainjin to the local zoo.  Just after they left, Babess woke up feeling much better (I’m convinced now she had overheated, rather than having a tummy bug, but at the time I couldn’t tell) and she was mad.  The same thing happened last year – she fell ill while we were here, and the bigger kids went to the zoo.  I promised that we would try to go another day when she was better, and we settled in for a morning of reading books and watching Disney movies.

This morning we went to the zoo again.  Pearl and Fainjin weren’t that interested in a repeat visit, so The Dad took them to the adjacent playground and Babess and I walked around saying hello to all the animals.  She found the chimpanzees intimidating, although they were rather placid, but was charmed by the dingoes and koalas.  We marvelled at the sheer bulk of the sleeping wombat and she bounced up and down in front of the very bored-looking kangaroos (who were lazing about and not bouncing as she had hoped).

At one point we were walking down a path and a zookeeper passed us, on some errand or another.  She said in her loud and crystal-clear voice, “And there’s the farmer…”

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It’s not like we never go to the beach…

April 9, 2012

We went to a different beach today, just for a change.  Beautiful soft, golden sand, lovely and warm.

Babess and I walked along the grass next to the sand.  “Can I play in the sandpit?” she asked.

“Yes of course, sweetie – but it’s not a sandpit, it’s a beach!”

She looked at me in confusion.  “I mean in there, between here and the water…”

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Reading, one letter at a time

March 30, 2012

Most nights, Babess takes a pile of books to bed with her.   I go in after she has fallen asleep and gently remove them from under her head, arms, legs, or wherever.  She usually looks at the pictures and tells herself stories about them as she is settling in for the night.

Tonight she decided to “read”.  I was sitting on the couch when I heard her call out, “Mum, what’s the letter after the C? Is it H or U?”

Since I couldn’t see the book, and had no idea what word she was looking at, I was at a loss.  I went to her bedroom door and took a peek at the book.   Then I went back to the couch and tried to watch TV.

“It’s an H.”

“Oh, thanks.  H.  E… E… what’s this one after the Es?”

“It’s a K.”

“K.  Ok.  What’s after the K?”

“Y.”

“Because I’m reading!  What’s this letter after the K?”

“It’s a Y.”

“Oooooh.  Y.  K… are these zeroes or Os?”

I had given up on TV now, this was much more entertaining.  “They’re Os.”

“Thanks!  And what’s after that?”

“It’s another K.”

“And is this one a A or a 6?”

“It’s A.”

“A, B, U… what’s after the U?”

“R.”

“R, R, A, S!” such triumph.

I expected her to demand to know what she had just spelt out, but I think the effort of identifying all the letters had worn her out.  We’ll have to read about the cheeky kookaburras another night.

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