working man

for some
strange reason
i think it's
pretty cool
dressing up
in dada's tie
carrying a bag
(ok it's my nappy bag
but little do i know...)
and pretending
i am
going to work!

but of course
when the
time actually comes
for me
to do this
day in
day out
i will so regret
liking this
and hence
i will
do 'the face'
to my boss then...

twinkle toes

i discovered this music video from the madagascar dvd
mummy borrowed from the local library for me
i can't be bothered watching the movie but i love the music video
and replay it umpteen times over and over and over again
much to her dismay
i insist on everyone doing the moves with me
and it just cracks them up
dada is a great sport because he is wearing his work pedometer at the moment
mummy will start hers next week so she can join in then
in the meantime she loves these videos which will surely
be brought out when i turn 18...
(spot the flashdance, bum-wiggling, moooove-it and strange swaying moments)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL9pFlTwzOQ
(and all clothes are off... )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBXc8RWPB6w

more of the face

one fine day
mummy* is
going to
compile all
the pictures
of me doing
'the face'
into one book
for posterity
(* of late i have
switched from
addressing her
as mama and
now prefer
hollering
marmeeeeeee!!!!!
instead...)

happy mothers' day

mama has been savouring this book of late
finding your inner mama which is
a collection of essays by women
reflecting on the challenges and rewards of
motherhood
here she shares part of the introduction
penned by the editor, Eden Steinberg
which resonates deeply with her

"... if I was going to survive...
i was going to have to grow and change...
I was going to have to let go of a lot of things I felt entitled to:
uninterrupted sleep;
things going as planned;
a feeling of being in command,
the master of my circumstances.
I also saw that I was ultimately going to have
to let go of my very self-concept,
my idea of motherhood,
and my expectations of my child.
All of it had to go.
The idea of shedding... my whole concept of motherhood...
I thought that as a mother
I would carefully mould and shape my children.
If I did my job right, my children would turn out to be
well-adjusted, loving, thoughtful, and interesting people.
As it turns out, motherhood is moulding and shaping me.
At the end of all this, I am the one who could end up
well-adjusted, loving, thoughtful, and interesting.
In different ways... our experiences as mothers
can lead us to valuable insight and transformation.
So... I respectfully suggest to all of you that,
from a certain persepctive,
your children will raise you.
That's good news, isn't it?"

Wishing you a lovely Mothers' Day!

i can draw cars

mama was pleasantly surprised by my drawing skills
it just goes to show that all those early-morning-half-asleep-drawing-in-bed sessions of hers
are not so futile after all
here is my attempt at drawing a convertible...

and this is the finished result (the orange convertible) - not bad, hey?!

merci beacoup stephanie et luke

dear aunty steph and lukie
can you believe mama finally let me have the peppa pig car on saturday?
dada couldn't believe she managed to keep it from me for that long...
well thank you very much for thinking of me and knowing how much i like peppa pig
i keep asking them to press mama pig so that the music comes on
but i do not really like it when they push papa pig down so the car moves
i guess i like to be the one in the driver's seat!
here i am once more doing 'the face'

i am the music man # 2

i come from
far away
and i can play
what can you play?
i play the drums...
boomdiboomdiboomdiboom
boom di boom
boom di boom
boomdiboomdiboomdiboom
boom di boom
*crash*crash*

that was then this is now

mama thinks
it is
pretty
remarkable
to look back
and notice
the differences
and changes
a mere
365 days
can entail!

blow blow blow till i be

but breath
of the spirit
(hopefully!)
blowing in me...
the folks
seem to
have realised
that no one's
birthday cake
blowing ceremony
will be solely
theirs ever again...
at least not whilst
the cake-hijacker
is about

we are grateful

it's dada's birthday today
so happy happy birthday my beloved dada
we are so blessed to have you as a father and husband
you are the world to me and mama
your constancy and love is our bedrock
and i will always treasure
our nights together
as you put me to bed
and wait for me
to fall asleep
before tiptoeing out
although some nights
you don't manage
to brush your teeth...
for this i love you!

and on another note
we spare
a moment in time
to remember
and be grateful for
the brave ANZAC soldiers
who gave of themselves
on the shores of gallipoli
lest we forget

i am the music man

and i can play...
what can you play?
i play the jingle bells
jingle jingle jingle bells
jingle bells
jingle bells
jingle jingle jingle bells
jingle bells
jingle bells
- the first in a
series of instruments
mama borrowed
from the toy library

better than a poke in the eye with a stick

this is
what happens
when dada
lets me
play with
a stick

instead of a
bruce lee-wannabe
(hiiiii-yaah!)

i end up
looking like
scarface!

those wellies

this is what happens
when mama goes
shopping for my
wellingtons at the
discount store and
willingly settles for
whatever colour they
have left in my size
as she cannot bear to
go traipsing around
to other stores
or spend more money
you'd think she
could at least
be a little more
discerning wouldn't you?!

i can climb anthills

turning 26 months old means more vigourous adventures
i have started climbing anything and everything of height that's in sight
chairs, chests of drawers, sofa arms, piles of dirt
if i can climb it, i have to - just. can. not. resist.
sense of acheivement means everything to me right now
(oh and we'll talk about those boots in a later post!)