Know your place, woman.

I am in human minority in this household. If not for the furry ones, I would be truly and absolutely outnumbered.

Daddy is always the hero. When broken things reappear fix, "Daddy fixed it, better now" would be the declaration from a very pleased Munchkin. A few nights ago, Munchkin declared at bedtime, "Daddy here now, Toby OK now". Sometimes only Daddy will do like when the Munchkin's milk it a tad on the warm side "Daddy, cool it down, please" And when the deed is done "Better now" is pronounced. Every morning Munchkin sits at the top of the stairs and shouts "Daaaaadddy, get me, please" "Carry him, please"

Mummy? Well, Mummy knows her place. Mummy is the name called out when Munchkin is not well, particularly when projectile vomiting or feeling very, very hot because of a temperature or in pain. Mummy also has her uses. "Get it, please, Mummy" "That one, get it" Or a popular one this week has been "Mummmmmmy! Messy....Tidy up, mummy" "Mummy, clean it, please"

However, today, I was well and truly put in my place, I walked into the Munchkin's bedroom tonight to find him cuddled up with his Daddy. I sat down and Munchkin looked at me and said "Mummy, stink"

Hmm....perhaps there was too much garlic in that lamb stew I had this evening. Note to self to be careful of what is said whilst in ear shot of the word sponge from now on.

'appy Mummy Day, Mummy!

Magic moments are made of words like these.

It has been a rough few weeks on the health front. Munchkin is much "Better now, Mummy!" I have yet to turn the corner although T, who caught the lergy from me is well on his way to being mended.

Still Mothering Sunday dawned, Munchkin was sounding very cheerful upon waking, singing happily in his cot at about 0730. We listened with amusement and were just getting ready to rise and shine when it all stopped - he had fallen back to sleep again. So we followed his lead and didn't wake till a good hour and a bit later.

Munchkin had already presented me with a little posy of flowers, a little bookmark (which Poppins had helped him make with his own fair hands) and a little box with a lovely little verse written on it (which, by the way made me cry!). He also (with the help of daddy) picked a little card for me. "Mummy", he said as he presented it proudly to me "Toby roped it (wrote it)", "Tiger in it" "Open it, Mummy"

However, Munchkin does like to render his mummy useless and this time he excelled himself. On the prompting of his daddy, Munchkin looked at me, grinned the cheekiest grin and said, clear as a bell "Happy Mummy Day, mummy!". He then threw his chubby little arms around my neck and nestled his head into my shoulder for a cuddle. "Mummy, Luffly"

And a luffly day it was. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the echo of "'appy Mummy Day" will stay with me for a long time to come.

How much snot....

can you sniff snort snort if you sniff snort sniff snort sniff?

Too much....for the past 2 weeks, we have mainly been producing snot. Munchkin is well on the way to snot free-ness (everything crossed), I am producing significantly minimised volumes today after having to spend yesterday afternoon horizontal, drifting in and out of sleep, accompanied by 2 furry hot water bottles and very bad tv and T has now been passed the "produce snot in vast quantities" baton.

Still, today I welcomed back my sense of taste and smell which had been having a short hiatus (for the past week and a half). The little men who have been hammering away in my head for the past week have decided that they need hammer no more. The family of cacti that had taken residence in my throat for what seems like the last month then sprouted feathery, tickly flowers seems to be less active today.

Turned a corner we have....just in time for the weekend.

Mummy.....sing.....

This is a very typical Munchkin command. Just to be precise, I also get told what song it is I am to start singing before I get too carried away and break into random song or any song of my choice (perish the thought that I still, might have a say in things.

A typical repertoire would be:

Munchkin: Mummy....sing
Me: What would you like me to sing today?
Munchkin: Ah ee...song....
Me: Which one?
Munchkin: Dingle Balls Dingle Balls......(a)wayyyyyyy!
(Incidently, this is the cue to start Jingle Bells)

Other favourites are: (real titles in italics)

Postie Pat........Cat.............Mornin' (Postman Pat)
Builder-der...sing it (Bob the Builder)
Teapot...(s)tout (I'm a little teapot)
Animals.....(hu)rrah (hu)rrah (The animals went in two by two....)
(S)Par -get-ti (On top of spaghetti)
Jesus...Ah ee (Jesus loves me)

I might have to write all these interpretations down (it seems that I have now, here) as no one by T and I (with the exception of Ah Ee and Poppins) understand what on earth he is on about most of the time. Ah Ee and Poppins seem to have a built in dictionary of Munchkin. Both can hold perfectly normal conversations with him and seem to have him giggling away most days. Ah Ee my weekend Poppins....and Poppins my weekday Ah Ee.

In the jungle, the mighty jungle.....

Ride 'em cowboy!
Then get off him again.

Repeat the above, for oooh about half and hour, have a drink and a snack then re-run loop. Between this and my virtual babysitters, I have had a pretty calm morning. While the cat is away, the mice shall.....befriend a little tiger!

Close Encounters......

Friday afternoon is mummy and Munchkin time with Munchkin's mates. However, it was called off today due to snot, drool, teeth, phlegm...the usual so Daddy had to put up with our company rather than have his free afternoon to do important Daddy things like, sleep, snooze, snore etc etc. We decided to head into town as it was a rather nice (and dry) afternoon so after doing the rounds at the butcher's amongst others we decided to grab a cuppa and a piece of cake at the usual haunt.

Orders were placed and Munchkin was strapped into his seat. All was happy, food and drink arrived and we were all eating and drinking happily when something appeared next to Munchkin. This little something was...well.....little, very blonde and female. Munchkin turned round and waved at her and gave her a little smile. She waved back and then just stood there...staring at me. I wasn't sure whether to engage or to ignore. I chose the former...but was greeted by a steely stare. The silent starer then proceeded to cough at Munchkin and attempted to lick his hand. We ignored this....and the behaviour continued (well, at least she was consistent and predictable)

It got to the point where we were feeling a tad uncomfortable so Daddy walked over the to owner of the silent starer and pointed out that she was coughing (open mouthed and quite deliberate, I might add) on Munchkin. The hand licking wasn't mentioned (thought that would be a tad freaky even for the mother)

Strange or what?

This week we have mainly been.....

Counting

Munchkin: Mummy, Sleeping Bag....
Me: Yes...what are those on your sleeping bag?
Munchkin: Cars, busses.....Vroommmm. Lots.......one, two, tee, pour, paive, six, sevarn, aight, nine, ten. Yay!!!!!!
Me:

Throwing Strops

Me: Munchkin, come and get undressed so you can get in the bath.
Munchkin: No. No. No. No. (run) Awaaaaaaaay!
Me: Come on, Munchkin. Time for your bath!
Munchkin: No! Wellies on. Wellies on......IN bath
Me: No....take your wellies off and get in the bath
Munchkin: MELTDOWN, Scream, hiss, spit <10> Whimper...Bath Mummy.


Being nice

Me: Munchkin, time to go upstairs and get ready for bed. Take your shoes off and go upstairs then
Munchkin: Mummmmmyyyyyy, Come Onnnnnn!
Me:
Munchkin: Mummy bath time.
Me: Up the stairs then
Munchkin proceeds all the way up the stairs and promptly starts cleaning his teeth upon entry into the bathroom!!!!!!

Singing

Munchkin: Mummy, See
Me: What would you like to see?
Munchkin: Postie Pat, Postie Pat.......Cat....Mornin'........Vannnnnn
Me: Anything else?
Munchkin: Else? Builder-der.......fix it.......CAN!
Me : Anything else?
Munchkin: Thomas Cheeky one........

Give me strength.
Me: Anything else