Posts Tagged ‘cute’

Untold dangers

August 19, 2012

Babess hops carefully along the pavement, her forehead creased in concentration.  Suddenly she notices I am walking normally.

“Mummy!  Be careful!  Don’t step on the cracks!”

I smile.  “Why not, Babess?”

“Because there might be lava in them!”

“Oooh, like a volcano?”

“Yes!  There might be volcano lava there!” she nods emphatically, then pauses for reflection.  “Or bears.”

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Silly old mum

July 24, 2012

Babess and I went for a walk this afternoon.  She held my hand and bounced along beside me, chattering away.

At one point she said, “Mum!  Do you know who’s my friend?”

“No,” I confessed.

“You!” she giggled.  “Ha ha, I tricked you, didn’t I?!”

I had to agree she had.  She got me again later, too.  We arrived home, and at the bottom of the steps up to the house she said, “Mum, you stop here.  Wait at the bottom.”

Indulgently curious to see what she was up to, I waited and watched her go up the steps by herself.  At the top she turned around and laughed.

“I winned you!”

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Our car is a rocket

July 8, 2012

Recently Fainjin (ably assisted by the lovely Babess) has decided that our car is a rocket.  Whenever we go out, he begs The Dad not to move out of the car-port until the kids have finished the count-down and shouted “Lift-off!”

Various space-marks are pointed out: trees and houses are planets, stars or asteroids, other cars are space shuttles and rockets.  Just as well we all wear our seat-belts, or else we might float around in the zero-gravity between suburbs!

This morning as we prepared to go out, they took it to new heights, dressing up for the occasion.  Fainjin found his tinfoil hat (yes, really) he made at Boys’ Brigade, while Babess found a fleece beanie which she pulled down hard over her ears.  “It’s my space helmet!” she said, grabbing her pink teddy bear, “and this is my space baby!”


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Taking things personally

July 5, 2012

We were walking through town, shivering in the cold blustery wind which whipped up dust and sand and made us blink.

“Mummy,” Babess said mournfully, “the wind is throwing things at me because it doesn’t like me.”

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Dinosaur hat!

June 19, 2012

I’m pretty pleased with this, given that I didn’t really have a pattern and just made it up as I went along.  More importantly, though, Fainjin is very pleased indeed.

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June 9, 2012

There’s a rocket ride outside the supermarket.  “Can we ride in the rocket?  Can we? Can we?” it’s a chorus, Fainjin and Babess falling over themselves in excitement.  Pearl glances at me ruefully, she knows she is too big for the ride but I can see she would really like one too.

“OK then,” I agree.  We’re on holiday, in a different town, and it’s a holiday sort of thing to do.  They climb in, pleased to find there’s a steering wheel each, almost tumbling over each other like young puppies.  “Ready?” I ask, as I drop a dollar in the slot.  Theyshriek with laughter as the rocket rocks.

“We’re going to the moon!” they cry.   “Have you got your spacesuit on Babess?”  “Yes I have Fainjin! I can see Venus!” “And I can see Saturn!” they try to outdo each other with astronomical knowledge.

It’s all giggles and smiles for a few minutes, and then the ride slows and stops.  “Out you get,” we say, and they happily climb out.  We continue along the street, but now we’re on the moon, so Fainjin and Babess take giant, jumping steps.

Just as well they were wearing their spacesuits!

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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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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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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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How times change

April 29, 2012

When I was little, I remember having an old Bakelite dial telephone to play with.  My sister and I would have pretend conversations with all sorts of people.

When Pearl was a toddler, she was given a chunky toy cellphone as a gift.

About four years later, Fainjin was given a much slimmer toy cellphone, with a colour screen, holographic pictures and more ring tones.

Babess was playing with that one today – she has such realistic half-conversations, sometimes it’s hard to remember it’s a toy phone – when Fainjin came up and asked to have it.

“I’m talking!” she protested.

“But I want to play Angry Birds!” he countered.

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