Abby: I’m a superhero! Neil: You haven’t drunk all your milk. You won’t be strong enough to be a superhero. Abby: But I have a cape. End of argument.
At 23 months, Cameron is following in his sister’s footstomps singing for us at dinner time.
When Fez lies on his tummy and spreads his back legs, they look like drum sticks and he looks just like one of those spatchcocked chickens. Here’s a picture from when Abby was a baby. The two of them were coincidentally both lying on their tummies playing with their toys. How cute!
Playground + paddling pool + backyard = waterslide! May this Kiwi summer continue, amene!
Over a year ago, I started writing this post when Abby was starting to sing. The words didn’t come out right, but I’m sure you can guess what she was singing. “Bridget fall fall down. Bridget fall fall down. My lady.” “Ubby Dubby sit wall, Ubby Dubby sit wall. All horses king… again!” “Pussy cat,…
My little artist at 34 months started to draw faces. This one turned out to be Mr Potato Head. Lolz.
Abby 2 years 10 months – a conversation about being sick, going to the doctors, and daddy’s forehead. Turn on the automatic captioning for more hilarity.
My boy would get gold on the 1.5m slide if there was ever a Toddler Olympics. Look at that perfect dismount.
So I made a delicious eggplant curry today, and when I served it up (to me and Neil because it was a bit spicy) Abby goes “Ew. That’s poo. That’s disgusting” – whaaaaat!? Then, even after we explained to her that it wasn’t poo and it was dinner, she goes “Poos go in the toilet.…
My two year-old (29 months) never ceases to amaze me. When I let her play with the cake after her brother’s first birthday, she rearranged the wheels onto the rabbit and said “Four wheels on rabbit!” Here’s the cake before we cut into it (I modelled it from a soft toy): She’s currently into painting.…