Naughty girl

I'm learning to draw. It's great fun! On Saturday I played in Mommy's car, and I found a pen. It was lots of fun drawing on myself - I had snails and all sorts of things all over my face, arms and legs. When Mommy came to find me, she thought it was very funny. Then she saw that when I'd run out of space on my arms, I'd started drawing on the door. She didn't think that was very funny. She was very annoyed. Daddy gave me a smack on my hand. I cried. I refused to say sorry to either Mommy or Daddy, because I had drawn them such a pretty picture and they didn't even say how wonderful it was!

This evening I was playing in Mommy's car again. I found the pen again.... hee hee! This time it was Daddy who was cross with me and he smacked me very hard on my hand. I cried a lot!

Mommy hasn't washed the drawing off the door yet. She says it's a priceless work of art that she wants to treasure for a while. Silly Mommy!

My Report

1 = good; 2 = age appropriate; 3 = needs assistanceIsn't that a nice report? I like it!

Yummy

Baking done.... baking here... baking gone.... the only evidence for its existence is...

Dare Devil

A few weekends ago Daddy, Mommy and I went for a walk on the mountain again - to see the waterfalls and play in the puddles again. As we walked I saw this really nice cliff and asked Mommy to help me climb it. I think one day I'm going to be a mountain climber...

Out the mouth...

Last night I got to have 2 baths. It wasn't fun. I had my normal bath and went to bed, but then woke up a bit later and vomited all over everything. By the time that Daddy got into the room, I was sitting in a puddle of vomit and it had messed over the edge of the bed onto the carpet too. It was even in my hair! So Mommy made me take another bath. I wasn't too happy about it, but afterwards I got to cuddle with Mommy, Daddy and Leo in Mommy and Daddy's bed. That was nice.

Today I felt much better, although I was very tired all day.

In fact, I felt so much better I sang songs all day. "Winnie-a-poo, Winnie-a-poo, tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff he's Winnie-a-poo, Winnie-a-poo, la la la la silly old bear!

Terrors and teenagers

This morning I woke up from a nightmare screaming. There was this horrible DINOSAUR and he GOT me and he started to EAT me!!!!! I cried for ages after Daddy and Mommmy came to save me.

Yesterday we went to visit Granny, and I had a lovely time lazing around the garden on Granny's lounger. The weather was lovely and sunny so I took my book outside and was lying reading it on the lounger. [She's nearly three going on 13! Ed] Then Mommy brought me some chips and juice. After I had eaten my snack, I turned the lounger over and made it a little house, and played in the house for ages..... nearly the entire rugby match!

Army up my sleevey

When I cough, Mommy used to tell me to cough into my hand. Then my teacher told her not to. Instead, Mommy now tells me to cough into my sleeve. Usually, I put my elbow up to my mouth and cough into my sleeve. Today, just to be funny, when Mommy told me to cough into my sleeve, I poked my mouth down inside my sleeve... like my arm! Mommy and Daddy nearly had an accident (in the car as we were driving) they laughed so hard! I like making them laugh!