Kaylee Does Her Humpty Dumpty Impression

Wendy and I, and Ant and Mum, took the kids down to the pool this weekend. The water was incredibly warm, though only Josie went in. Kaylee hadn't had a lot of sleep that day so she was a bit hyper and uncoordinated - not a good combination.

She was sitting on the rocks next to me, close to the pool edge, when she decided to jump up and down in a puddle. It reminded me of how quickly things can happen because in the space of a few seconds she went from sitting next to me happily, to being face down on the rock with a split lip and grazes to her nose and leg. :(

A few cuddles and she was back to her usual self. We found a bunch of seagulls sitting on a large boulder and she contented herself with blowing raspberries at them and telling them to "shoo".

A Stroll By The Seaside

Some recollections of cuteness from last week, to offset the grossness of this morning.

I came home from work, and got out of the car to find Wendy's Mum downstairs with Kaylee and Zoe. Wendy was following on behind and they were going to go for a walk around the block. At 7:30 pm it's still quite light out and great for a walk, with cool sea breezes breaking up the heat of the day.

So I told them to go on ahead while I took some shopping upstairs and I'd catch up to them.

This was not as easy as it sounded, as they were out of sight by the time I went after them and Wendy wasn't hearing her phone ring. But I assumed they were heading towards the ocean and so I went that way. Before long I could hear Kaylee's squeals from a block away.

I found them all at a grassy reserve on the coast, Kaylee running around like a mad thing and Wendy's Mum trying to stay within stop-her-running-off-a-cliff distance. I took her over near the fence, pointing out a freighter of some sort on the horizon. Kaylee's very into boats and trains.

We walked along to a large grassy area that's next to where Wendy and I had our wedding ceremony. Kaylee chased some seagulls, and some dogs chased Kaylee. She's very vocal and brave, ordering that the "wo-wo's" should "come HERE NOW!" But when they actually do run over, she hides behind my leg. Even small dogs must look pretty big to her at this stage.

We headed for home, the uphill climb always less fun than the initial downhill meander. Kaylee started running with her arms outstretched, crying "I'm a seagull! I'm a seagull!" Though she's pronouncing it 'segul' at the moment. She started flapping her arms and was perplexed that she couldn't fly. She looked at me frustrated and said "I can't reach it!"

Two years old and she wants to be Supergirl already. ; )

Finger Lickin' Good

Ok if you're of a nervous disposition, or simply don't want to hear about kids being gross, don't read on.

I went into Kaylee's bedroom this morning to effect her day release from cot-prison. She was licking her hand. I enquired as to whether she intended to EAT her hand. She said no, she was licking her fingers. And elaborated that she was in fact licking 'bai si' off her fingers. For those who don't speak Cantonese, bai si = boogers.

I said "No no! Don't eat bai si! Bai si yucky!"

So she proceeded to blow a long extended raspberry before saying, "I spit out! Bai si yucky!"

I may have to reconsider her genius status.

It Begins

I've known for some time now, as all parents know, that my eldest daughter is a genius. I hadn't yet discovered until last night however, that she is an EVIL genius.

I got home from work yesterday to find Wendy changing Kaylee's nappy. Nothing unusual there. Later we were watching TV and it occurred to me that it was 8 pm. Generally Kaylee's bedtime is 7:30 pm, and yet she didn't seem tired at this point.

So I asked Wendy whether she'd had a daytime sleep that day, and if so what time she'd woken up. Apparently she'd had a very late daytime sleep and had woken at 7 pm. Fine, I thought, she'll be up for a bit then, and could go to bed around 9 pm.

So at around 9:05 I asked her if it was time for bed. "No!" she replied, and tottered off in the direction of the bedrooms. I thought she'd gone to see what Mummy was up to. But oh no. Five minutes later Wendy wanders into the lounge room and asks me whether I was getting Kaylee's bottle of milk. The evil sod had told me no, and then proceeded to go climb into her cot herself and was now standing in said cot, looking forlorn, and asking where her "moo moo" was.

She's probably wondering what her cut will be, when I get done for neglect.

I always knew women were evil. I didn't know how early the evil manifested.