15 September 2015

Here we are halfway through September already.  If you had asked me in May, I would have told you that this day would, in fact, never arrive.  Yet, here we are, inexorably drawn through the days and weeks in the inevitable passage of time.  And I'm glad!  Titus is 10 weeks old today.  I am stronger and happier with my body than I hardly ever remember being before.

There have been no fireworks to speak of this week or last, probably why I have found it difficult to sit down and write!  But somehow it's the mundane things that you forget and are especially nice to go back and read about and recall once they are long forgotten.

Yesterday and today Felicity has been going up to Leith Academy nursery in the morning.  I love the way she asks permission about which toys she's able to take.  Lately, I have been limiting her choice to *one toy* - more because she would try to take everything and lose them if I let her!  She is so sweet.  One of her favorite words lately is - 'MAYbe....?'

'Mommy, is this a momma-girrafe?' (holding up one of her 'pokey' toys)

'I don't know.  Is it a momma giarrafe?'

'MAY-be....?  It could be.  Maybe it is!'

'Well, Maybe it is.  You could pretend it's a momma-giarrafe.'

'MAybe!  Mommy, is it a mommy-giarrafe?'

'Well, if you want it to be you could make it a mommy-giarrafe'

'MAY-be??  MAYbe it is!'

Each MAYbe is punctuated by this wide-eyed, insinuating, wondering blue-beamed gaze.

I love my blue and gold and pink girl.

We watched the Spiderwick Chronicles movie this week - and it got scarier than I anticipated towards the end, but it was too late to stop her watching it as we were already too far in.  I 'saved' the day by telling her the ogre (which is really freaky!) was like the dinosaurs at the zoo.  'He's got a machine inside him.  He's not real.'  So she's been calling it 'the Dinosaur movie.'

Yesterday she told me it wasn't the big guy (the ogre Mulgarath) that scared her.  It was the little guys (the goblins.)  I told her that they were all machines, and she didn't have to worry.  She surprised me when she then said - 'they bite someone.'  And sure enough, they did bite someone in the movie - pretty gruesomely for a 3 year old too.  She's a sharp cookie, that one.  I told her that it was still all pretend and the little boy was perfectly fine.

This morning while we were getting into the car, she saw someone coming out of their house walking their dog.

'Look at that *tiny* little dog!'

'That kind of dog is called a pug.'

'Why is it called a pup?'

'No sweetie, a Pug,'

'Why is it called a pub?'

'No sweetie, a PuG.  Puh-Guh'

'Why is called a pug?'

......
and so on.


Felicity came home from nursery today with her leggings *filthy* (her second set - she'd had an accident with the first set she wore this morning.  Oh, the laundry!)  I asked her what had happened to her trousers -
'Did I sit in the sandbox?'

'I don't know - did you?'

'Maybe I sat in the sandbox!'

'Oh, you did, did you?  Was it fun?'  (lol)

and later I was changing her and noticed her socks were soaking too.

'How did your socks get so wet?'

'Maybe I poured water over them in the sandbox!'

'Oh, OK.  That would do it.'