Bonjour!

Good day, how is your family?

The words from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast song have been fervently sung these past few days. And judging from Georgia’s French pronounciation, I figured perhaps it’s time to expose her to a third language – Francais…

So tentatively we start her out saying…

“Bonjour, Je m’apelle Georgia-mae” -complete with French accents on her name.
She manages exceedingly well, only to continue with “And what about Mama Mirabelle?”

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Happy happy happy!

The wisdom of our children forever astounds.

A couple of days ago, after a fairly traumatic day which involved my often shouting – No! No! No! to Georgia, we had a very enlightening conversation. I’m sure all Parenting Experts will at this point say ‘She’s challenging her boundaries’.

I asked her, “Do you like Mummy being angry?”

Her immediate vehement response, “No!” and then she goes on to say…

“I like mummy to be happy happy happy, and daddy and Georgie to be happy happy happy!”

Now, please tell me, how do I help her maintain this as a life-long policy?

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Nappies in the night…..

No more! Hopefully!?

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Never offer two goodies!

Silly mummy – did just that!

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Books Read

Books  from Caldicot Library that Georgia has read these past two weeks from 8 July – 22 July.

Sharing a Shell by Julia Donaldson
A Cuddle for Claude by David Wojtowycz ***favourite!
Carlo Likes Reading by Jessica Spanyol
That’s Why? by Babette Cole
Please be Quiet by Mary Murphy ***another favourite
One to Ten and Back Again by Nick Sharratt and Sue Heap ***another favourite
The Busy Busy Day by Claire Freedman and Daniel Howarth
What Pet to Get? by Emma Dodd

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Row, row, row your boat

 

Do you know how to sing it?

 

Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream.

Merrily merrily merrily

Life is but a dream.

 

Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream.

If you see a crocodile,

Don’t forget to scream.

Argh!

Row, row, row the boat

Gently down the river

If you see a polar bear

Don’t forget to shiver

 

Row, row, row the boat

Gently in the bath

If you see a spider

Don’t forget to laugh  

Row, row, row the boat

Gently down the stream

Faster, faster and faster

In to the water we go!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A little friend – Ixchell

After her first day at nursery last week, Georgia came back telling me about her friend Ixchell.

The conversation went along the lines of

Ixchell has a Mr Men sah (shirt) and Georgia has a princess sah!

When Georgia first mentioned Ixchell last week, I wasn’t sure if Ixchell was an actual person, whether she was one of the little ones or perhaps one of the grown-ups….I’m pleased to report, Ixchell is in fact a sweet bubbly little girl who upon seeing Georgia again today – excitedly waved her hands and said “Georgia-mae!”

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Georgraphy for a 2.5 year old….

Another conversation that took place this morning on the way to ‘school’

G: Where is Undy?
Me: In Monmouth
G: Where is Monmouth?
Me: In Wales
G: Where is Wales?
Me: In the UK.
G: Where is the UK?
Me: That’s where we are now…
G: Where does Ah Kong live?
Me: In Penang…

We SO REALLY need to get a world map.

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Who teaches the worms?

Georgia has been fascinated with the garbage trucks for some time now. Three kinds visit our area each week, the ‘worms’ truck that takes away all our compostable waste, the recyling truck that takes away glass, cans and generally everything recyclable (except plastic milk bottles!) and finally the rubbish truck that takes away everything else.

This morning on our way to ‘school’ we drove past the ‘Worms’ truck….and that led to this conversation.

G: Oh look mummy – the worms truck.
Me: Oh yes – it does look like the worms truck.
G: They are picking up rubbish for the worms to eat eat eat.
Me: Yes – but the worms can’t eat all kinds of rubbish – only some kinds – like paper and cardboard and food that we don’t want. And then all the other rubbish goes into the other rubbish truck – like plastic and everything else that the worms can’t eat.
G: Who teaches the worms?

It took me a while to work out that Georgia as actually asking who teaches the worms (teaches sounded a bit like kisses) but G patiently repeated herself several times until I got it.

My final explanation was : it’s something that the worms do – they break up the soil and eat the rubbish and after that we can use soil to plant more food and flowers.
Me: Where there are no houses….

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What Parents’ Don’t Do….

and how it drives me mad.

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