Maia and Pat were in the bath together one evening. Maia is quite curious about bodies, and which bits do what...curiosity which led to the following exchange:
"Daddy, what are those things by your willy?"
"Ummmmm"
"Are they filled with poo?"
Pat couldn't speak for laughing, but managed to let her know that they were not, in fact, filled with poo.
Time for the "Where Did I Come From" books to make an appearance, I think.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Sneaky Thumb and Jumping Tall
Maia can play a scale! All eight notes up from middle c and sometimes back down again. Right AND left hand....
She uses the Sneaky Thumb to sneak under going up, and the Jumping Tall to jump over going down. It is REALLY cool.
All the piano teachers we have talked to say that they don't take on anyone younger than 5, so we are going to keep it to short, enjoyable bursts of playing. And long, probably insufferable bursts of boasting.
She uses the Sneaky Thumb to sneak under going up, and the Jumping Tall to jump over going down. It is REALLY cool.
All the piano teachers we have talked to say that they don't take on anyone younger than 5, so we are going to keep it to short, enjoyable bursts of playing. And long, probably insufferable bursts of boasting.
Well, Some Are Quacks....
We were sat at breakfast one Saturday morning, deciding what to do with the day. Mum had to go and get a prescription filled, and asked Maia if she fancied An Expo-disshun. Maia's face lit up, and she very enthusiastically jumped down from her seat and pottered over to get her boots on.
Pleasantly surprised, as sometime Maia is a bit of a homebody ('I just want to stay home and play in my room with YOU Mummy') Mum got her ready and off they went.
When they returned, it became clear why she was so keen to go. We said 'pharmacy'; she heard 'farm'.
Her confusion at the lack of ducks and sheep et al was explained to her, and in recompense Noonah bought her a bottle of (mermaid-adorned) bubble bath. Jasi's birthday (at a real farm) is this Saturday, so she will get her fix soon enough.
Pleasantly surprised, as sometime Maia is a bit of a homebody ('I just want to stay home and play in my room with YOU Mummy') Mum got her ready and off they went.
When they returned, it became clear why she was so keen to go. We said 'pharmacy'; she heard 'farm'.
Her confusion at the lack of ducks and sheep et al was explained to her, and in recompense Noonah bought her a bottle of (mermaid-adorned) bubble bath. Jasi's birthday (at a real farm) is this Saturday, so she will get her fix soon enough.
I Spy
Maia and I play I Spy in the car on the way home from nursery pretty much every day. Yesterday she had me in stiches.
"I spy, with maia little eye, something beginning with 'tuh'. The letter 'T'. Do you want a clue, Mummy?"
"Sure, sweetpea. Something beginning with tuh... I can't think of ANYTHING. You will have to give me a clue."
"It is in your mouth, but it isn't bitey like your teeth. It is very licky."
"Is it tongue?" I said, giggling.
"Yes! You are very good at this Mummy. How did you guess that?"
Her clues are great - they usually take the form of little stories and always apply impeccable Maia logic...
"I spy, with maia little eye, something beginning with 'tuh'. The letter 'T'. Do you want a clue, Mummy?"
"Sure, sweetpea. Something beginning with tuh... I can't think of ANYTHING. You will have to give me a clue."
"It is in your mouth, but it isn't bitey like your teeth. It is very licky."
"Is it tongue?" I said, giggling.
"Yes! You are very good at this Mummy. How did you guess that?"
Her clues are great - they usually take the form of little stories and always apply impeccable Maia logic...
Saturday, March 11, 2006
The Visit to Isabel's House
"Go Away, Mummy!"
Maia and Isabel were outraged that we thought they would need supervision. They were Big Girls, and were perfectly fine to play in Isabel's room All By Themselves.
Until Maia got stuck in Isabel's brother's cot. Then they hollered downstairs for us to come and rescue her. When we came upstairs, they were both semi-nekkid and the clothes that Maia did have on were not her own. Banished again, we duly went back downstairs.
Obviously, Getting Stuck In The Cot was a fun game, as Maia clambered in and had to be rescued a few more times before it got boring.
I spent a pleasant afternoon with Paula, drinking tea and playing with David, who is one. We even discussed the possibility of starting sleep-overs for the girls. They play really nicely together, and did spend most of dinner asking if Maia was going to stay the night.
I suppose they figure it took so long for us to organise this afternoon's play that they better start asking early... So stay tuned. Sleep-overs to follow. June, probably...
Maia and Isabel were outraged that we thought they would need supervision. They were Big Girls, and were perfectly fine to play in Isabel's room All By Themselves.
Until Maia got stuck in Isabel's brother's cot. Then they hollered downstairs for us to come and rescue her. When we came upstairs, they were both semi-nekkid and the clothes that Maia did have on were not her own. Banished again, we duly went back downstairs.
Obviously, Getting Stuck In The Cot was a fun game, as Maia clambered in and had to be rescued a few more times before it got boring.
I spent a pleasant afternoon with Paula, drinking tea and playing with David, who is one. We even discussed the possibility of starting sleep-overs for the girls. They play really nicely together, and did spend most of dinner asking if Maia was going to stay the night.
I suppose they figure it took so long for us to organise this afternoon's play that they better start asking early... So stay tuned. Sleep-overs to follow. June, probably...
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Isabel and Maia Learn the Art of Sincere Deception
Isabel and Maia have been trying to organise their parents for about 3 weeks now. Every time I go to pick up Maia she says 'Can Isabel come to my house today?' When I say 'No darling, but I can call Isabel's mother and we will have her to play another day' she says, 'Well, can I go to Isabel's house then?'
I just talked to Paula (Isabel's mum) on the phone to arrange an afternoon playing at their house. She tells me that it is exactly the same for her - everytime she goes to nursery, she encounters A Maia and An Isabel determined to go to anyone's house, as long as it is together.
Last week, they managed to convince the nursery staff that Maia was going round to Isabel's for tea. They had begun talking about it early in the day, and were so convinced, so sincere, that the staff believed them. When Paula came to collect Isabel, she found Maia there, in her coat, all ready to go. Maia was gently told that it wasn't going to happen, and that she had to go home with her own mummy that day.
Apparently she wasn't too distressed. She may have been experiencing the toddler equivalent of 'It's a fair cop, guv...'
I just talked to Paula (Isabel's mum) on the phone to arrange an afternoon playing at their house. She tells me that it is exactly the same for her - everytime she goes to nursery, she encounters A Maia and An Isabel determined to go to anyone's house, as long as it is together.
Last week, they managed to convince the nursery staff that Maia was going round to Isabel's for tea. They had begun talking about it early in the day, and were so convinced, so sincere, that the staff believed them. When Paula came to collect Isabel, she found Maia there, in her coat, all ready to go. Maia was gently told that it wasn't going to happen, and that she had to go home with her own mummy that day.
Apparently she wasn't too distressed. She may have been experiencing the toddler equivalent of 'It's a fair cop, guv...'
Sunday, March 05, 2006
A Sweet Nature
Maia and I were going to the supermarket. We rounded the corner at the top of the hill and saw a beautiful sky, blue with clouds tinged with orange and pink. Maia said
'Mummy look! The clouds have been kissed by the sun and their cheeks are pink!'
It made me feel all wistful and almost weepy.
Then, on the way home, she saw a house with leafless ivy covering the wall. She said
'Yuck, look, Mummy, that house is all hairy.'
A touch less romantic, perhaps, but still a poetic interpretation.
'Mummy look! The clouds have been kissed by the sun and their cheeks are pink!'
It made me feel all wistful and almost weepy.
Then, on the way home, she saw a house with leafless ivy covering the wall. She said
'Yuck, look, Mummy, that house is all hairy.'
A touch less romantic, perhaps, but still a poetic interpretation.
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