#887 The things that she says…

… Makes me feel like we are doing an alright job with her.

Or maybe I give myself, ourselves, too much credit. Maybe it is ALL her. Maybe it is the stage she is at; maybe it’s the understanding that comes with growth; maybe even it’s all her class activities from kinder and swimming that have her responding and speaking with such care, eloquence, and love.

Some examples:

1. “Mama… can me please have teddy bear biscuit?”

When I respond yes, she asks quietly

“Is that good manners?”

Oh darling. Yes yes and MORE yes.

 

2. When we are heading into the shops quickly.

“Now honey, we are only going in and out, THAT’S IT.”

“Ok Mummy, me listen to you all day, I promise.”

 

3. When I am mad and frustrated, she grabs a hold of me.

“Mummy… look at me. Calm down, ok? Everything be alright.”

Oh, it is laughable and oh-so-cute.

 

4. I am driving.

“Oh, that person is driving like a f*&king idiot!”

“Mama don’t say that word. That very bad word!”

 

:):):) Peeps, she is only 4… and she already knows better than me!

 

 

#880 Her strong vacuum hold

I was furiously cleaning the house late tonight. I had been out all day which made me unable to do anything earlier, and I was at work most of the day tomorrow. I went from room to room doing various bits and pieces, and then it was vacuum time.

By the time I got to the family room, the large room also known as baby girl’s play area, I had done almost half the house. Knowing I had other things still yet to do, Hubbie kindly offered to take over, and I eagerly handed over the vacuum reigns.

It wasn’t long though, until baby girl joined in.

She is one determined, ferocious, head-strong girl. She wants to do things on her own. Her belief is unwavering, so stubborn and sure she is that she can help you do ANYTHING, and this along with her need to be a big girl NOW, makes for one interesting combination.

She wanted to vacuum, of course. As Hubbie took the head of the vacuum off, using the thin pole to get to some corners and edges, she used the front part, pretending to vacuum the room around her toys.

Then she somehow grabbed hold of the actual pole he was using to clean the tight corners. She cleaned here and there, and he showed her where to point it and where to go.

Then, something else happened. She did a sudden dash. She held the still functioning and attached pole with air sucking through it, and grabbed the head and pole part of the disconnected part of the vacuum, working fast and furiously to get it connected so she could properly vacuum as an adult does.

We watched her from the sidelines, gasping, trying not to laugh.

Her intensity at the task was hilarious. She determinedly, holding the long and awkward poles, clicked them together with determination, and then proceeded to vacuum the room all around her.

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She was rapt. It was like a dream come true. It was as if she had been wanting to vacuum for the whole almost-5 years of her life, and now that she had a hold of the vacuum, she wasn’t letting go.

We let her have her fun, dodging walls and pieces of furniture, before we gently intervened.

Ahh, darling. I took a dozen photos of you only so I can show you this in 10 years time, and remind you of this wondrous stage when you DON’T want to help out your Mum anymore… 😉

 

#873 Her love of pasta

I know kids generally love eating carbs. Plain foods, with not much discernible taste. Bread. Rice. Cucumber. Corn. Potatoes.

I have always loved my carbs, and believed myself to be of Italian descendance in a past-life, so strong was my love for durum wheat flour mixed with eggs/water.

But baby girl? Her love of PASTA not only amazes me – it fascinates me, baffles me, and it heavily amuses me.

And it follows that something that should humour me, should also be something I am grateful for. 🙂

This girls antics are hilarious. She celebrates the knowledge of pasta being made for dinner at night, like a lottery win! Just tonight, when she saw the packet beside the stovetop, she shrieked “YAY PASTA!” grabbed the packet and hugged it to her chest before kissing it over and over and over and over again.

Oh gawd.

It is really so sweet. And I find it so because it brings things back to basics, showing that the fact she is so happy about really, such a simple thing… it highlights her young age, and represents her naivety.

Both things I long to keep forever.

But in absence of ignorant youthfulness…. there will always be pasta 😉

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#853 Open to the ‘signs’

Call it hilarious. Call it timely. Call it freaky. Call it coincidental.

No, don’t call it coincidental. There are no such things.

But with all of the emphasis I have been placing lately on signs… like the post I wrote last week where the psychic asked me that very telling and bone-chillingly accurate question as if he were reading my mind… then the other day I posted this on Instagram:

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And I was feeling like the world keeps asking me, checking and confirming from me, the very same thing.

And now, like right now. I am doing a late shift at work. I walk into the kitchen to get my dinner ready. I see a lady who is in another department – we don’t see each other often, but when we do, she always wants to hear about baby girl.

And her second question to me, immediately after the one asking how old she is now, is:

“Now I hope you are writing down this stage of life for her – because when it is over, that’s it.”

I smiled, my mind in disbelief. “Yes, I am quite good at recording these things,” I said with a grin.

And then we went on to talk about their grown up phrases, and I told her that baby girl had said to me on my way to work this evening

“Have a good day at work Mum!” and “Take care!” –

the exact two things I was originally going to post about for my gratitude today, my love for her humorous and so grown-up phrases.

Damn. Why do people keep asking me about writing?

I think the Universe is asking, because it wants an answer. It wants to know if I am legit or not.

It wants to know, what I have to say.

#789 Shopping with my girl no.7

There were some pearlers said today by baby girl. Absolute GOLD. You will have to go over to my SmikG page for the one that made me burst out into laughter though…

But this post, which reads like a cross between ‘shopping with my girl’ posts and ‘what she said’ ones, will have the above title instead, only because, well…

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Where there is a coffee and cake setting like this, you know we are out and about, and there are shopping bags in hand 😉

“Mama, you have nice cappuccino?”

I smiled. Sure we weren’t talking philosophy, the meaning of life, and the things that have changed us just yet, but this was a beautiful start.

“Yes honey it’s good.”

“Mama,” she whispered. “You ask me how my babycino is.”

LOL on the inside.

“Baby girl,” I started. “How is your babycino?”

“Yes, good.” Big beaming smile.

Ahh. It’s the little things… always.

#788 What she said no. 4

Today’s highlights include:

“Mama, me miss you soooo much!”

This one happened about 17 times today, and mind you we haven’t been apart from each other ALL day.

“This sauce so yummy, mmm thank you Mama!”

Finally deciding to try sauce with her all-time fave food, pasta, and realising that I am not full of shit and it does taste good!

“No Mama, you no make deal with me, I make deal with you!”

Arguing. Just because, 4. Going on 14. That’s it.

But it’s all balance, you see. Another day in the highly conversational life of baby girl…

 

#694 My imitator

When your child starts to copy the things you do and say, it can be pretty funny/sweet/horrible/ironic.

It’s all relative to the experience, you see.

FUNNY

I tell her not to touch things in a ‘special’ shop… she ignores this, but when another child enters and starts touching, she tells them “DON’T TOUCH!”

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Hubbie and I are telling her how special and precious she is to us. “You make us soooo happy! We love you.”

She responds with “No, Mama Tato make me MORE happy! I like you MORE!”

HORRIBLE

I will be stuck in traffic and yelling at silly drivers. Suddenly she is laughing at me and saying “Duck?!” Whoops.

IRONIC

Tonight, I sat in her bed with her, reiterating to her, “no, only 1 book.”

Baby girl held up 3 instead. I was unusually cool for a moment like this, and just stared back at her, still.

“Mama,” she said to my non-response. “Breathe. Mama, BREATHE…”