The Georgous

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….

Georgia has started to get the hang of questioning and sometimes it can feel like a constant interogation.

At a visit to the Mall (@ Cribbs Causeway) on Saturday we sat next to a mummy and baby pair in the food court, soon enough the questions started.

G: What’s the mummy doing?
Me: Feeding the baby.
G: What’s the baby doing?
Me: Eating
G: What’s the baby eating?
Me: A sandwich
…and then it starts again…
G: What’s the mummy doing?

Me: ???

This morning, in the car…

G: Where is Bambi?
Me: In the forest.
G: Where is the forest?
Me: In the country-side
G: Where is the country-side?
Me: Where there are no houses….

Note to self — perhaps – ‘Bambi’s in the book’ would have been a more accurate answer which would not have had any more follow-ons

Books read:
Alphabets – U, V

From the library –
Curious George catches a train
Postman Pat and the big butterflies

Tuesdays seem to have become our weekly visit to the market and to the library to return our books and borrow new ones.

Cherries were the new thing for Georgia today, bought from the market at £2 per pound. Final conclusion was – They taste like grapes but with large seeds in them. So far, Georgia has only had seedless grapes.

Books read today:
Letters S and T – both recognised.
Numbers 1 to 10.

A library book – I love my bed.

Among Georgia’s favourite food is macoroni – also known as Ni-ni.
However, we have recently taken to being more adventurous and sophisticated in our pasta eating, not least as various pasta shapes were on BOGOF offers.

So we now have Ni-Ni

and Beautiful Ni-ni which is everything else…

Fusilli

Conchiglie

And a wonderful website where I learnt all about pasta.

A lesson on Impermanence. What is a good age to teach impermanence?

Georgia, aged 2 years 4 months has now learnt that when she grows out of her things – clothes, shoes, toys etc., the get passed on…usually by way of Ebay.
I do wonder though whether it’s good/healthy/ decent parenting ?

On one hand, we do explain that we will be able to buy new things with money made from the sales of the old, on the other, should a 2-year-old really be that aware?

is chocolate!

We often have ‘hidden’ conversations – particularly when trying to decide if Georgia is allowed a treat, usually, chocolate. The problem with that is her ears are so sharp she picks up any hint of the word so you can’t actually say it and then decide not to give it to her.

So … we took to spelling C-H-O-C-O. She soon realised that  we were spelling it and she has now started saying, “Georgie wants M-O-C-Y” .

And when you ask her what is M-O-C-Y, she says CHOC-CHOC!

 Addendum – 10th June 2008

G: Georgie want something special.
Me: What is something special?
G: M-O-C-Y
Me: What is M-O-C-Y?
G: Chocolate!

Last night as we settled in to learn a few more letters and read a few more books, I randomly asked Georgie, do you know what letter this is? She quickly tells me that is ‘O’, so I try again this time with ‘N’ then I got really excited and started pulling out the mini-books from which we have been reading the letters.

Going backwards through  M, L, K…until G she recognises nearly all the letters.

I was well impressed!

Books read:
Letters, N and O

Postman Pat and the Pink Slippers

After a traumatic first ‘proper’ haircut, in Penang, November 2007, almost 7 months ago, I thought it might be about time Georgia had another trim to her hair. As we discussed it, she said, “Ok – just use small ‘coat’.” Turns out she was frightened/put off by the huge wrap-around cloak that was used. So today at our home hairdressers, Georgia’s hair was cut without much ado in the bathroom, and i’m pleased to say it actually looks half decent! Much the same style, straight very slightly layers at the ends….but about 2 inches shorter.

Looking in the mirror, my very verbal 2-year old says, “It’s nice, but feels funny”.

I had forgotten what that was like — feeling a little different after a haircut.

Other things that happened today, with Dad at home with a day off… a day of baking.

Results: Japanese Souffle CHeesecake/Cottonsoft Recipe and a double recipe of the most divine banana bread with walnuts and sherry-infused raisins. Mmmm….

Books Georgia read today:

Usborne Phonics Series
Ted in a Red Bed
Mouse moves house

Minibooks
Alphabets – L, M
Numbers – 1 to 10

Books Recently enjoyed:

Oliver’s Vegetables
Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too (2 versions)
Postman Pat’s Busy Week
I love you just the way you are
Floppy Ears
Paddington Bear

Georgia’s phrase for ‘Please include me in the conversation’

Our adult conversations have either been frighteningly child-focused or Georgia is just extremely clued-in. She tends to at most times understand our conversations and even sometimes chips in…But the other day in the car, when we were discussing some business opportunities, following a very silent couple of minutes, Georgia suddenly says,

“What are we saying?? “