The Georgous

Just keep on sucking and scream when it starts to hurt! SIMPLE.

 Well that’s Georgia’s solution.

It doesn’t really matter that her left thumb is swollen and has the ugliest welt in the world. She will only suck her left thumb. She tried for two seconds to work on her right index finger….but i guess that didn’t taste quite as nice

The weekend visit to the lake brought more excitement that one could have ever imagined to the life of my dear 16-month old. The duck and goose chasing became more than just a practise in independent walking…..

You see, G is used to seeing ducks, two-dimensional, usually yellow, on the pages of her books, occassionally we get to somewhere where ducks might be in the remote vicinity, but she had, until the weekend past, that is, yet to be close enough to actually touch one.

The lakeside was filled with swans and geese and ducks, pretty as they were, they filled the entire pathway with ‘crap’, but i digress. My dear sweet girl, could not help but struggle to get away from us, down on her feet, arms flapping wildly to try and catch the birds.

duckDuckDUCK!!! duckDuckDUCK!!!

Probably thinking that calling out to them might bring the ducks and geese closer to her, and some did, and that’s when I realised all 77cm of her stood eyeball to eyeball with the geese, albeit fearlessly!

And me, due to my crazy geese-pecking-phobia, (and before you ask, No! I have never before been goose-pecked) I quickly pick up my avian-loving baby and leg it out of there…..before well, before

THE GEESE GET US!!!

Georgia, do you want potty?

No answer….

Georgia, do you want potty? No? When you want, you say ‘pot pot’ OK?

A slight nod and she goes back to tearing books down from the bookshelf.

5 minutes later while I stand at the sink, washing up, an odour permeates all the way to the kitchen.

My first thought

Must be the neighbour

I finish the washing up, hang up the rubber gloves and go and assess the damage to the bookshelf. That’s when I find out, it is NOT a good idea to leave Georgia playing alone without a nappy and without anyone watching her.

We have always managed to ‘catch’ Georgia in time to sit her on the potty for ‘the big one’ and for the first time… there’s poo down her legs, on her pants ….just YUCKS!

Rush up the stairs, two at a time, and swing her in to the bath, shout at DaddyDear to get off the phone to help with the situation.

So G ends up having the first shower of her life, thoroughly enjoying the new rain-like atmosphere in bath and me….well, like a friend says, ‘It’s a good job, we love them so much’ 

Weekends are always a good time for ‘firsts’.

Perhaps it’s because G’s in nursery most of the week and our time with her is limited to the 5am – 8am manic morning rush or the 4.30 / 5.00 – 7.00 evening slowdown that we don’t really catch much of what she might have learnt to do in the day. Nursery reports are totally useless  pointless in that respect but I digress…

New word – Sunday: cheese which came out sounding more like ‘cis’, brilliant attempt though as this was in relation to her ABC book which had a picture of a wedge of cheese.

Another first was having her hair in pony tails…pictures to follow soon.