This is the first post I did on this more 'public' blog. I had been blogging for 2 years beforehand but using Windows Live Spaces which made it impossible for people to comment!
For this post I was asked to put myself in the mindset of someone else. I chose the little one when she was just 16 months old. This is an extract from the little ones diary.
I am reposting because I'm linking this to The Boy and Me's Show Off Showcase where the theme is "your first post" (see badge and link at the bottom)
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“Yawn. Hmm, Hi Zippy Zebra, hi Flopsy Bunny, hi Dotty Dog, hi Deano Dino – did you all sleep well? I did. Great nights sleep. Of course mummy says I snored my head off. Daddy says “like mother, like daughter”, not sure what he means by that. I obviously don’t snore, I would have heard if I did wouldn’t I? Right time to get the mummy up. Hum, hum [clears throat, cries]. Hmpf no instant response. Time to step up to phase 2 crying [clears throat, cries]. Ah I hear some kind of movement. Good. Right time to work out what I want to play with when she arrives. That, that, that and that [points at various posters and toys around the room].
Mummy! you’re here. I am soooo happy to see you. I have been on my own all night. What we going to do today? I think I am going to have some real fun. Come on, hurry up and get me out of here. Oi, what are you doing sitting there waving a nappy at me? I have a list of things I want to play with here. I have been waiting for ages for you to get your lazy bum in here. So that! [points frantically] no, no, no, not that one, that one [points frantically in the same spot whilst yelling “dat”]. Phew, at last she understood. I have been talking to RagDolly Anna all morning and I wanted to get a little cuddle time in. Alright, alright you can change my nappy. You’re getting quite good at this. I try and keep you on your toes you know, by cuddling one of my teddies or reading a book while you change me. But I really am impressed. And I notice all those sneaky cuddles you get while I am getting dressed – it’s ok, I don’t mind.
Right we’re done. What do you mean I can’t take my dummies with me? oh all right then I’ll put them back there. Off we go. Oh hello Smurf [the cat]. Come back! I just wanted to stroke you. What do you mean I can’t bash the cat? Mummy, you are no fun this morning.
How should I get down the stairs today? I think yesterday I tired bouncing down on my bum and then leaping off the last step. It was fun but not very grown up and I think I am grown up enough now to walk down them all (gosh there are an awful lot of them you know). I’m holding on to this thing called a bahster [bannister] and it really makes it a lot easier. Apparently I am very clever to get down the stairs this way. Ha! Go Amy!
[some time later]
Laaaaaaaaaa laaaaaaaaaa laaaaaaaaaaa [plays keyboard and sings whilst watching Cbeebies] I am way better than these people on the telly. My Xmas song is a fusion of “Row, Row, boat” [row, row your boat] and Old McDonald with just a smidgen of Little one magic thrown in. Best have a sip of juice to keep the vocal chords working properly. Oh, juice bottle is empty, best give Daddy instructions to fill it. “dink, moh” [drink, more]. I am not sure Daddy is clever enough to understand what I’m asking. I know, I’ll take him through to the kitchen so there is no confusion [grabs hand of daddy and takes him to kitchen, opens drinks cupboard] Right daddy, it’s very simple, this juice bottle [thrusts bottle up] is empty and needs filling with that juice [points at juice bottle in the cupboard]. It is such hard work teaching mummy and daddy how they should look after an little one. Honestly, did they not read the manual? I would be happy to lend them one of my books to help. Although they can’t have Jack and the Beanstalk…or Hansel and Gretel…or The 3 Billy Goats Gruff…or the magic porridge pot…or The Gingerbread man…or any of the books in that pile. Talking of which where did my Night Garden Book go. Must be somewhere in this pile. Oops [hands over mouth] Daddy seems to be shouting. Well, as far as I’m concerned he could see what I was doing, he should have moved his feet away in time before the books collapsed on them. He he [giggles] Daddy pulls a funny face when he is shouting/crying/saying ouch. Why doesn’t he get the joke? I find it very funny but he doesn’t seem to laugh along with me. Ah well, bored with books now. Think I’ll go climbing. If I move my stool over here [lifts stool and carries] I can climb on the windowsill. Ouch. Stupid stool slipped on the floor and I banged my bed. Ouch, ouch, ouch [cries]. Daddy, I banged my head. What do you mean I am a numpty for trying to climb on the windowsill? I know you are cuddling me and kissing it better but come on, a girl needs a wee bit more understanding than that. Don’t you realise how interesting the windowsill is? It’s alright for you, you’re tall enough to reach it without climbing on a stool.
[some time later] Yippee. Gigglebiz is on the telly. That Justin is my hero-swoon. He is just so funny. Hang on here comes the theme music, time to practice my dance [dances in front of the telly]. Ok time to snuggle up with mummy to watch the rest of it now. Daddy is on the puter in the corner. I can’t believe they put this rail up so that I can’t help him play and I can’t play with the buttons on the Sky box and the DVD player. I mean, how am I supposed to entertain myself. Mummy, can you put my keyboard mat out please? I am bored and I think I can still see some of the carpet in the living room so you are letting me down badly. Did you say it was dinner time? Oh Boy, come on then, I’ll take you to the kitchen. Mummy and Daddy need lots of help on these things. What did you say we were having? Shepherds pie? great, love that. Come on, come on, hurry up. I have read my book and drank my juice and still no sign of my dinner. Ah that’s better. I reckon I can spike these peas with my fork. What do you think mummy? Why are you laughing at me? What are we laughing at? Oh the peas going everywhere. I suppose it is quite funny. Tell you what, I’ll let you help, here you go, take my fork if you think you can do it any better [thrusts fork at mummy] . Oh alright, I admit you are better with the fork than me, but look I can squeeze this yoghurt in my mouth but not swallow it – see? [opens mouth to reveal yoghurt]. Bleurgh. He he I can spit it out too. Why are you sighing? Right now for some more shepherds pie. What do you mean yoghurt and shepherds pie don’t mix? You know nothing mummy. I have an awful lot to teach you! [some time later] Bedtime. Big cuddles and kisses with daddy and then I have to climb that mountain of stairs again. No wonder I am knackered by the time I get to bed. Yes, yes I know, brush teeth first. I have great teeth don’t I? You keep telling me they are great even though you also call them nasty teeth when they are hurting me. Hang on, I’ve got to say hello to the penguin first – don’t you know I have a routine going on here? yum yum, love the toothpaste. Can I use daddy’s toothbrush now? Why not? Ah well off we go. Don’t know what all this stuff about a password to get into my room is but I will humour you. [feels the letters on her door] Ah, Muh, Yuh, Amy. Yes, I know , that’s me. Now can we go into MY room? Right put me down I want to read my posters and don’t forget to put the iPod on – I can’t go to sleep without my Lullaby mix! Ah you want to change my nappy again? well you’ll have to catch me first. He he. Not fast enough, and too big to fit under here! Boo! Aww you got me. Never mind. Gimme my dummy and we’ll have a nice cuddle while you put me in my sleeping bag. Don’t forget the light show. Goodness, if it wasn’t for me reminding you you’d forget all this really important bedtime stuff. Oi, don’t forget my spare dummy. How am I expected to sleep without at least 2 dummies to swap in an out? Night, Night mummy. See you in the morning.
