Last week, in words

Munchkin is in da cave

It has been a busy week. I have been with my Poppins every day and I have been nice to her. She has described me as cute and adorable so I guess my mission there is done. Wrapped. Around my little finger. I have figured out that al I need to do is say "Please please please" while nodding vigourously and quickly followed by saying "Yes yes yes". I then get anything I want. Haha! Today chocolate croissants, tomorrow the world! Mwahhahahahah!

I also managed to fleece half a waffle, some pikelets, cheese scones, a bourbon cream and anything going really. Can you spot the common theme?

Mummy has been carrying out Munchkin appetite tests as well. She has introduced me to fish fingers, salmon fishcakes, tuna fishcakes, Munchkin burgers, meatballs and fish goujons (like fish fingers except mummy made them herself with haddock fish) Everything was REALLY nice. I ate every single crumb. I can polish off 8 meatballs now...and I love it if the meatballs have a bit of melted cheese on top too! Those are extra nice.

I have also gotten to know the neighbours. I like calling out to "Mak" "Bigbee", "Wawwy", "Jee" and "Pebby". I also like waving thank you to the nice motorists that give mummy the right of way( when she really doesn't deserve it - but she is a girl). I like books particularly the ones with animals in it. I also love my Shissss. They are tiger striped ones that my Ah Ee bought me. Mummy says that there are more where that came from. Hmm. Ah Ee must have a Shiss plant that bears fruit a couple of times a year then.

All airplanes contain my Mamah. She has gone home to Malaysia but will be back soon at Miss Mass.

It has been a good 15 months. Don't tell THEM that though....as they will stop trying. Already they have started saying No to me, the Munchkin. I do put up a fight. Sometimes I look very sad, sometimes I throw myself on the floor and cry (I do peep to see if they are paying attention), sometimes I can actually squeeze so hard I manage to make real tears flow...all this is all well and good at Poppins but Mummy and Daddy don't fall for it. I must think of something else to make them melt. This is my mission. I will succeed. It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow, but I, Munchkin will find a way. I will conquer the parents. Someday!

Sleeping Bunnies

If you (once again) ignore the backing vocals this could be quite amusing. One of Munchkin's favourite tunes is "Sleeping Bunnies". He is somewhat a very enthusiastic bunny. Sleeping is not what he likes to do for very long. Nor is staying still.

He is growing. Too fast. Every day is precious. This past week (after discussions with the Chief Oracle, Ah Ee and Mamah), Munchkin has experienced a menu revamp. This week we have mainly been indulging in meatballs with pasta, fishcakes, fish fingers, burgers and sausages. Munchkin has loved every moment. He is back on his food. Puddings too are not to be missed. His current favorite is summer pudding. A strange choice for someone who doesn't really like strawberries.

He is most amusing. He now knows what some of our neighbours are called and shouts to them by name (not rank, how rude but we are working on that!) He also loves to watch the hot air balloons drift past. He loves the planes, the gliders and the 'copters. He loves watering the plants and smelling all the late blooms. He loves his Friday afternoon's at Westonbirt with his friends, De-den (Aiden), doo-des(Joseph), Mat-hu (Matthew) and Meeliee-yaa (Amelia).

He loves the outdoors and is always ready for a wok wok wok (walk). Although he always makes sure that he has his Shisss (shoes) on. And when it is cold he always wants his coat.

He is changing every day. With each day he continues to fill us with wonder and with that comes unquestioning, unconditional love.

Mum is the word

He's done it. He's said it. He has made my whole life today.

Today, my littleMunchkin, looked at me and said..."Mam-mee, mamee-mamee"

The sun is shining, the birds are singing. All is well.

Sniffle, splutter, snot

Munchkin is with cold once more. By my calculations, he has had a cold every 8 weeks or so. Seeing that he is only just over 60 weeks old that is quite a few colds. He is once more taking it in his stride. He is teary but not crying, congested but not bunged up(yet) and not feeling the best but not wallowing in it. He also has lots of teeth erupting but still, he stays cheerful and is getting very amusing indeed.

He amazes me. We have been looking through historic blogs recently. Remember the one at Christmas 2008? He very seriously told me (on prompting of course, he is no genius after all), the 3 people are Da-dee, Bo-bee(he calls himself this) and Mee-Mee (I guess, by process of deduction, that means me!)

He declared the other day that his morning milk was " 'ot! 'ot!" then started blowing at it. He insists on giving "duddles" to everyone including his "babbit" He cries a little but giggles and awful lot. If you time it right and ask him a question you get the response "(Y)es!" followed by a mad nodding frenzy.

He has also concluded that every (heli)copter has got as a passenger his Mamah, who will be bak thoo(n).

Some days I am not sure that things are getting easier, but every day I know that things are getting better and certainly more amusing.

It came, it blew, it left.

Texan update.

The Chief Oracle has spoken. All is well. It has been a long night in Texas but Ike has now gone left the Texans to pick up the pieces.

The cupboard under the stairs kept them safe. They are without a fence and have probably a lot of tidying up to do in the yard that is littered with palm fronds etc but they are safe.

I am awaiting news from Miss Texas. Her take on things is always a little more interesting than any other take and a tad more amusing. We await. Till then I think that we are going to celebrate with a strawberry milkshake and some chocklit!

The things children say

Kids do say the strangest things. For example, Miss Texas was recently ask to give her teacher an example of opposites. I rather suspect the teacher was expecting something like boy is the opposite of girl or mummy is the opposite of daddy. I am also rather certain that because teacher has been in the business a while she would not have been easily surprised by the answer. However, Miss Texas must have had something else in mind when she calmly exclaimed that "evaporation is the opposite of condensation".

Nothing extraordinary there then, I hear you cynically say. No, nothing extraordinary, really, except that Miss Texas is not yet 5. She is an amazing kid and we are all very quietly smug and proud.

I can't wait to hear her take on sheltering from Hurricane Ike, which is passing over Houston this weekend. Watch this space.....

Manual Handling

I recently attended "Safety Day" training at work. This involved a day being reminded about fire safety, human performance tools, environmental and radiological safety and lifting techniques.

If you, once again ignore the voice of the over enthusiastic idiot in the back ground, this could make quite an amusing piece of teaching material for the latter. Now there is an idea.

Check out the bent knees and the neutral spine!

Em Em Arrrrrrr

Munchkin here.


It has been a bit of a full on week for me although I did stay home with mummy on Tuesday due to my temporary transformation into a chunder cat. It was ok, or so I thought until I woke from my lunchtime snooze.

When I woke, daddy was home. Now, I should have noted this and realised that something was on the cards. As I, Munchkin, am not the suspicious sort I just thought that he was home to play prod the pegs with me, or even better still, chase the cat. I should also have been listening more closely to mummy chanting as she got me ready to go out....it went something like"get him in his coat, strap him in the car, Munchkin's got to have his Em Em Arrrr"

I thought we were going to see little miss Texas with the lovely hair and that we were going to play "Rarrrrr" like the tigers. So you can imagine my surprise when we pulled out at Nice Nursey's Nest. They had laid on some nice new toys for me so I thought I would just go with the flow until.....they brought the nasty needles out. At first I thought they were for daddy. He was after all sitting in the chair nearest Nursey. But before I could say "Unhand me!" the needle got me. Not once. But twice.

I made my displeasure known and insisted that I wanted to "Dohrrrrr! Bye bye! Dohrrrr! Bye bye!" Mummy gave me a great big kiss and cuddle which made me feel a bit better. Daddy told me he was proud of me and that I was a very brave boy. Nursey gave me a little stroke but best of all Mummy gave me a nice cookie. That made it all better and I ate it all up!

Nasty but nice nursey did say that we wouldn't be seeing her now till I go to School. That is a long time away. Which is not a bad thing.

There is something in the oven

Don't get too excited. It is most definitely NOT a bun.

If you listen very carefully (and ignore that annoying woman's voice in the background), Munchkin does try to tell you.

Botheration......

It started as every day starts, with the chirp of the alarm clock and churrups from the girls. All went smoothly apart from the bit where the irresponsible parent (not mentioning which one.....) forgot to warm Munchkin's milk up. He drank it though so we thought nothing of it.

Nothing...until just as we pulled up outside Poppins' house. A fountain of water and curd cheese sprang forth from the Munchkin. If I wer pretentious enough, I would have likened him to a cherubim in the Trevi fountain, giving forth life giving, thirst quenching water with a little added extra. I am not so inclined. It was VILE. It was more like the scene out of the Exorcist minus the 360 degree head rotation.

Operation clean up commenced immediately. Munchkin was disrobed in the back of the car, changed and given to Poppins' for a bout of temporary entertainment. I busied myself cleaning up what can only be described as a well coated car seat (thank heavens for washable covers)

Still we got him home and he is, fine. The only thing that upset him was that he was hungry. So breakfast was administered swiftly followed by a handful of dry cereal. He has been playing all morning taking time out to wave at the dustmen and has just gone up for a sleep

Meanwhile, the cleaning staff has set to work on said car seat.....update on success to follow