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Who would’ve guessed?

February 10, 2012

Babess and The Dad arrived home a little early this evening.  Babess came running into the kitchen and said, “Surprise!”

Fainjin looked at her.  “You’re a princess,” he observed rather enviously.

“Yes!” said Babess.  “Because it’s…” she struck a pose “Face Painting Day!”

“Awww,” said her big brother.  “We don’t have Face Painting Day at school.”

Babess had a tiara on her forehead and a bracelet painted on her wrist.  After dinner, she had a shower and carefully washed them off.  As she wiped away the last traces with her facecloth, she beamed up at her father, and with the air of a magician opening the magic closet to reveal the hidden assistant, said, “See? It was me all the time!”

© UpsideBackwards 2012.


February 5, 2012

We were at a family barbecue this afternoon, at Nana & Poppa’s house.

Babess and her Great-Uncle Bulgaria (not his real name, but lots of the kids do call him that…) were having a fine old chat, punctuated by lots of tickling.  The Dad shook his head and told GUB that Babess wasn’t ticklish at all, but this was belied by the shrieks of laughter and squirming.

Taking pity on her, The Dad extended his palm and asked Babess if she wanted to play “Round and round the garden“.  Yes, she did!  Then, having offered himself up to be tickled, he was left flummoxed as she took off to run round and round the garden.

Sometimes she is very literal-minded.

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Family tradition

February 4, 2012

“I need a shower!” proclaimed Babess, late this morning.

“What?! Why?” we asked.

“Because I got drawing all over my hands.  And on my legs.  I was trying to do a tattoo.”

“Babess! You don’t draw on yourself, just on paper. Come on then, wash it off.” Sigh.

“I need one too,” said her big brother sheepishly.

“Argh! You know better than to draw on yourself, Fainjin! What were you thinking?”

He looked at me blankly, then said in feeble self-defence, “I didn’t.  Babess drew on me.”

Luckily it was washable pen, unlike the pens their father decorated himself with just before his first day at school!

© UpsideBackwards 2012.

Tidy-up time

January 19, 2012

Babess came home with a stamp on her hand this afternoon and was very proud of it.

“What did you get that for?” asked The Dad.

“For tidying up!  I putted away five things, that’s this many,” she informed him, holding up five fingers.

“What did you put away?” he enquired.

“I putted away some blocks,” she tapped one finger, “some dress-ups,” – another finger – “some toys” – a third finger.   Then she stopped.

He raised an eyebrow.  “What else did you put away?”

She looked at her hand and frowned, trying to remember what the other two fingers represented.  “Some… more dress-ups…” there was a length pause, “and some more dress-ups.”

© UpsideBackwards 2012.

It’s all in the marketing

January 18, 2012

The Dad: “Babess, would you like to try some of this yummy pide that Mummy made?”

Babess: “Naaaaah.”

The Dad: “Um, how about some special pizza?”

Babess (excitedly): “Yeah!”

And that is how Babess came to eat pide (Turkish pizza) for dinner.

© UpsideBackwards 2012.

Conversations at 1:30am

January 2, 2012

“Muuuummmmmeeeeeee!  Muuuummmmmeeeeee!”

There’s a certain sort of urgency that gets me out of bed at 1:30am.  Sometimes the little ones call out and I can tell (through my own sleep-fuddled fog) that they’re calling out in their sleep, or are nearly back to sleep themselves.  But sometimes there’s a note in their voices that gets me up and to their sides before I’ve even really realised I’ve heard anything.

This morning, Babess was calling me, but Fainjin was the one sobbing.  I went to him first.

“What’s the matter?”

“Daddy gave me the wrong food!” he was heartbroken.  Fearing a sore tummy and possibly a stomach bug, I asked, “When?  What food?”

“At lunch!” he wailed.  Whew, more than 12 hours ago, probably not a sore tummy then.  “What wrong food?” I was confused.

“I didn’t want milk on my cake!” more sobs. Since we didn’t have cake, with or without milk on it, I rub his back and tell him it’s a dream.  Some cuddles later, he settles back down.

Meanwhile, I’ve been talking across the room to Babess, who is sitting up wide-eyed.  She is worried about the monsters.  No monsters, I tell her, they’re not allowed in our house and certainly not to scare our children.  Did I growl at them, she wants to know.  Yes of course I did, because Mummies are good at scaring off monsters, and now they won’t dare come near.

“Has the moon gone down?” she asks next.  I don’t know whether the moon going down is a good thing or a bad thing, so I hazard a guess and speak confidently.  “Yes, all gone now.”  Turns out that’s a good thing, she’s worried about the “moon monster”, but if it’s gone then all will be well.  I don’t know where she’s got the idea of a moon monster from, or why she’s suddenly scared of monsters in the middle of the night.  More cuddles for her, her eyes are still wide and fearful but she lies down and snuggles her Piglet.

They both ask me to leave the light on, and Babess makes sure I’ll leave her cot side down (which we do anyway), because “otherwise I’ll be trapped”.  Since she can’t climb out even with the side down, I’m not sure what she means, but as long as she’s happy I’m not going to argue the point.

I stumble back to bed, tell the half-awake Dad what a brute he is for putting milk on Fainjin’s cake (he might as well be as confused as I am!), and drop back off to sleep amazingly quickly.

© UpsideBackwards 2012.


December 30, 2011

Fainjin has a friend who is dinosaur-obsessed.  He has learnt a lot from this friend.  We found out just how much when he received a box of plastic toy dinosaurs for Christmas.

Actually, Babess must have learnt a bit too.  She appeared in the kitchen to ask, “Mummy, why are dere two pteranodons?”

There’s not really a good answer to that question.

The Dad was helping Fainjin count and sort the dinosaurs, and afterward asked me with a puzzled expression, “So… are kids just born knowing all the dinosaur names?!”

Today Fainjin drew me a picture.  He was very proud of it, and wanted to label it himself, so I had to spell out the words for him.

Long Neck Ankylosaurus (but you could read that yourself)

“It’s like a ankylosaurus, but it has a long neck, so it’s a Ankylosaurus Long Neck.” (He wrote Ankylosaurus first, then had to write the rest above because he’d run out of room.)  I love the detail in the clubbed tail.

Fainjin’s Christmas thank-you letters are also decorated with dinosaur drawings, which I have been called upon to label for him.  He told me one was a “‘plodocus”, so I wrote “Diplodocus”, and he lovingly ran his finger along the word, repeating “‘plodocus, ‘plodocus”.

He is so ready for school.

© UpsideBackwards 2011.



December 29, 2011

The Dad is recovering well from his elbow injury.  He didn’t need surgery, was out of plaster after just a week, and now has a hinged brace.  This makes me want to give inappropriate warnings about becoming unhinged, but luckily he is a very tolerant man.

The little ones have been very interested in his bandages (once the tiny sticking plaster which was the source of much concern had disappeared they did notice the big cast on the other arm).  They have dubbed the brace “Daddy’s robot arm”.

Today he caught Babess swinging her arms stiffly, bent at the elbows, and chanting in her deepest voice, “I. Am. A. Robot. I. Am. A Robot.”

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Boxing Day

December 26, 2011

After a quieter-than-usual Christmas where it was “just us” – or not even that, as Pearl has stayed with her grandparents – for the afternoon, today was very peaceful.  Fainjin and Babess played happily with their new toys all day long, every so often going to the laundry-basket full of presents and rediscovering another new amusement.

It was a day for opening boxes – of lego, puzzles, toys.  The new scooter and bike are still in their boxes, though.  Despite the brilliant weather, today was spent mostly inside.  I was grateful; the sunburn risk for my little redheads was extreme, and besides, with The Dad out of action the task of assembling the bike would fall to me… it still will, of course, it’ll just be another day.

Fainjin came into the kitchen to “help” me make some ice-cream, and when I noted that we hadn’t heard from Babess playing in the lounge for a few minutes, I sent him to ask if she was ok.

I heard, “Babess, are you ok?  Are you ok?  Babess, are you ok?”

He came back into the kitchen.  “She didn’t answer me!”

“Oh. Is she awake?”

“No!”  Which would explain the lack of answer, perhaps.

The Dad, having overheard from another room, went to look and reported that she had settled on a cushion, having dragged out a blanket, and dozed off on the lounge-room floor.

That’s the kind of day it was.

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December 16, 2011

The Dad has a cast from his shoulder to his finger-tips.  He also had a very small sticking plaster on his left arm, from where he had a drip in his arm in hospital.

This morning the kids came in to our bedroom, and got their first real look at him since he has been home.  Both Fainjin and Babess completely ignored the cast, but were most concerned by the sticking plaster.  “Daddy’s got an owie on his arm!”

This morning I explained to Fainjin that I had to go out to take Babess to daycare, and asked him to look after The Dad for me.  He regarded me seriously for a moment, then said, “Mummy… Babess and I, well, we like to think Daddy’s looking after us…”

Sweet boy!  I hid my grin, and explained that that is usually the case, but since Daddy can only use one arm, he really needs someone to look after him at the moment, and aren’t we lucky that Fainjin is grown-up enough to do the job?

Fainjin agreed to stay home and help Daddy with anything requiring two hands.  I heard later that he told the Dad that you can still “play Lego” with only one hand.

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

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