Like a big girl

I want to drive a car like a big girl. I am growing bigger every day. I am a big-up girl. I don't want eyebrows tho' because they fly away in the wind.

You say potato ...

Mummy and Daddy say the same words in different ways. Apparently this is called a 'dialect' which is something to do with being born in different parts of the country. So I have figured out that Daddy likes me to say graaaaarrrrs, and Mummy prefers a shorter grAss. Whatever. Its something they get all fussy and bickery about. So, when they tried to get me to answer if I wanted my bedtime water in a glaaaaarrrrrs or a glAss I didn't rise to it ... 'a yellow cup please' stopped their silly sausaging.

I've also found when MammaLou asks me what I'm doing (and I know it's something she probably would put a stop to) then if I say what I am doing really quickly then top it all off with an 'OK ... good, OK then' .. she is too busy laughing to stop me ...

Have also taken to grabbing the camera and taking shots of the world from my perspective ... here's one I took earlier of the big folks.

That's a really great idea ...

or that's what I like to tell MammLou all the time now to encourage her ... along with "You can do it Mum" and a golf-clap. My imagination has gone into overdrive this week ... I've taken a total dislike to a purple toy I got from the London Aquarium (fits of hysterical tears), I keep yelling in the street that "...people are following me", and today I decided to pour water all over my bed and when asked why explained, "I'm trying to grow a sunflower of course."

Of course -- come on people, keep up.

Here's me licking the spoon for the mental coffee cake MammaLou attempted to bake for Father's Day. It was all going so well until she got the butter/icing sugar ratio wrong. Still, tastes good to me!

Pint-sized but never outsized!

A lot of people of late have commented on how little I am. Tis true, I am petite. But mighty! Talking of size ... I told MammaLou I wanted a 'medium-sized hug please' t'other day ... which is arms around and a squeeze but not a squeeeeeeeeze ...

Today's culinary masterpiece ...

Choc-chip muffins ... just told Daddy "no songs please" as I don't like his singing. I have also started to say 'excuse me please' when people are not listening to me or when The Parents are being dull. My imagination has gone into overdrive this week -- I was a bit freaked out by the dragons in the conservatory -- until MammaLou told me they were just her belts. And I am completely convinced that there is a man living in our bush in the garden ... and that Po sleeps under one of our houseplants. Here I am loving my purple, shiny nails ... MamaLou says we will paint our nails girly-style every week as long as I stop biting them. Apparently, lovely hands are the sign of a lady ...

Pickle or Pockle

MammaLou calls me and LilBro 'Pickle and Pockle' ... and assigns the nicknames chronologically. But I am now insisting that I am Pockle, Atty is Pickle, Mummy is a 'Big Bossy Boiler' and Daddy is ... well, he's Daddy. My mind is a whirling dervish ...

The pox is over ... I got to 129 spots in total (MammaLou was anal enough to count them one time she was applying the calamine) ... there doesn't appear to be any lasting damage.

Oh just realised ... that's why I now consider myself to be 'Pockle' ...