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We were watching an old favourite, The Smurfs.
Ellie was being quite chatty.
“I had a baby and when the baby saw Gargamel she got scared & she went back in my tummy!”
Well, they have been studying ‘the body’ at pre-school, but I had no idea they’d got quite that far!
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Jake, the other day, to me:
A bit – Wow.
Very like my saying: “Ellie, you can have some ice-cream, but you have to clear up your toys first”.
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We had a rather telling – I think – moment this morning.
We were watching Nick Jr. when that ‘Go Compare’ ad came on where Gio Compario (yes, I know his name; I am that sad)* is sitting at a bus-stop having a whinge to an old lady. Exactly how he escaped Stephen Hawking’s black hole isn’t made clear, but never mind…
Now he only sings a single, brief “Go compare!” in that ad. I’ve checked.
Immediately after it finished Jake started happily singing – well, I think you know.
I’m really not sure whether I should be utterly horrified or very proud.
Actually I think I’m a little of both.
* He’s really opera singer Wynne Evans, from Carmarthen in Wales. He was in town performing recently, and I hear he’s rather good.
Note: This is not a sponsored post. But if anyone wants to send me any money that’s fine…
- Stephen Hawking Kills Off GoCompare Singer In Ad (news.sky.com)
Stick this on the cover of your children’s magazine:
He thought it was an iPad – just for him! He was so excited.
When he saw it was made of plastic, hollow, & nothing happened when you pushed the buttons…
We’re now going to have to buy him a LeapPad2 for his birthday in March. And another for Ellie, of course, in order to avoid World War 3. (It’s a twin thing)
Thanks a bunch CBeebies! Yes, Mr Tumble: I’m looking at you! Can I send you the bill?
He got over it.
And we would probably have bought them anyway.
So I’ll let you off, this time.
Just watch it, right? You & that spotty bag aren’t scaring anyone…
UPDATED: Ellie got hold of this after I’d left it out for this post. She seemed intent on expressing Righteous Wrath on behalf of her wronged brother. All she wanted to do with it was to rip out & rip up as much of the notepaper inside as she could! And she did.
You know the one, from the great old TV series: “Da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na BATMAN!”. Subbing in “JAKEY!” or “ELLIE!”, and zooming them up in the air with their name.They loved it.
Problem is, now they seem to think they’re Superpowered.
They can do anything, go anywhere! Batman had: “To the Batmobile!”; SuperJake & SuperEllie have: “I do it myself!”, or “I’m a big boy / girl!”.
So this morning, while we were trying to get them in the car, Ellie wants to scoot & play on the concrete in front of the house. It’s covered in ice. Mummy & Daddy: “Holy icicles, Ellie, NO! It’s too slippery, you’ll fall over!”.
Determined not to be beaten by Mr Freeze, she carries on.
POW! SuperEllie slips, falls on her SuperBottom, & cries.
Another day we walked past a load of men & older boys playing football in an enclosure. ZOOM! SuperJake gets very excited & charges in full-speed, shouting “No! I’m a big boy!”, SuperLegs & SuperArms flailing, as I run in & pick him up before he gets SuperStampeded.
They are so different now than those cute, helpless little babies. They now walk, run, jump, climb & scoot. They count, & recognise letters & words. They make jokes, talk (back!) to us, & understand a lot of what we say, to them & to each other. Sentences like: “Shall we give them I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M?” – often followed by suspicious looks, & the odd “What, Mummy / Daddy?” – are commonplace here now. More on that later…
They can sing well, & make up their own songs. (My favourite is the Daddy song). Ellie’s ability to remember & repeat songs & phrases often surprises us; Jake is starting to do representational drawing – limbs, faces – & is a wiz with gadgets. More on that later…
And they have all of their own teeth, which is more than I can say!
As 2-year-olds they’re exploding with the joys of new-found abilities; it’s a fantastic period of growth & development. But their ability to recognise their own limitations seems to lag behind. They can do so much more now that they can feel like don’t have any.
It’s great being able to be a part of it, often exhausting trying to keep up.
To be fair, they are mature enough now to realise that there are actually some things they can’t yet do, & that maybe Mummy & Daddy might be right about some things. Sometimes.
Parenthood: what a ride…
To the JallieMobile!
- Original 1966 Batmobile sells for $4.62 million at auction (robot6.comicbookresources.com)
I’ve got a brand new pair of headphones. They’re great. If you want some ‘phones you should buy them, OK? If you insist on wanting to know why, read on…
But I also want to post about my current living conditions, the 4 of us. It’s been difficult since we moved, & we’re stuck until we can sell our old house. I’ve been quiet about it: I tend to clam up when things aren’t as I’d like them to be.
It’s called ‘context’, but it’s also something I’ve meant to post about for a while now.
I enjoy blogging, listening to music, gaming. But the cramped conditions I live in can make this difficult: I no longer have a space of my own to escape to when I need to. There are 4 of us – me, the Mummy & the now 2 & 3/4-year-old twins – in a small mid-terrace 2-up, 2-down. Upstairs we just have 2 bedrooms, 1 of which doubles as their nursery, & a small bathroom / loo. Downstairs there’s just a small kitchen & the lounge / dining room; my PC, surrounded by papers in what now also passes as my office, is on the dining room table there.
When the twins are at home they’re mostly there; a lot of the time I’m looking after them; when I’m not doing that there are jobs around the house that need doing. Even when I have so-called ‘spare time’ – even if I could concentrate enough with the noise & activity around me – if I try to blog or listen to music or play a game the twins will sooner or later interrupt, wanting me to play with them or help them with something. Which is fine: I’m their Dad, that’s what I’m here for. But it’s also very frustrating.
In the evening after they’re asleep – the time of which is getting progressively later as they get older – after I’ve cleared up & done as much washing-up as I can bring myself to do I’m often too tired to manage much more than collapsing on the sofa in front of the telly. If I do manage something more mentally active like blogging & playing music or playing a game I then often have to do so while the Mummy watches TV.
Which means 1 of us has to shut up. And that would be me as I have the magic wonder of technology that is known as Headphones.
Would it surprise you to learn that they’re no good? They were once; they are Sennheiser noise-cancelling jobbies. They’re just a bit broken. They work OK in normal mode but have a really annoying hum in noise-cancelling mode.
So enough about me; I know I have no right to complain, really, & the twins even though demanding are a joy & a delight.
No, it’s time to introduce the brand new & very shiny pair of headphones I’ve recently received & was asked to review. Bass Buds, they’re called, the 2012 Collection.
They’re in-ear ‘phones. I haven’t got on with those before & I wasn’t expecting much different with these; I find that before long they irritate & then hurt my ears. That was my first surprise: they fit inside my ears perfectly & are really comfortable; they’re really well designed.
My second surprise was the sound quality: again not something I expected from ‘phones which I’d think of as ‘basic’. They’re not: the sounds are crisp & clear, the bass booms, the treble trills & all the in-between bits are where they should be. They’re actually significantly better than my old Sennheisers: that was a big surprise.
The only negative – & it’s a trivial one – was that I found that if I pushed the jack all the way into my soundcard connector the sound wasn’t quite right. When I pulled it out a smidge it was gorgeous.
They also have a built-in mike, especially good when you use them with your mobile ‘phone or iPod. The mike controller can not only take & end calls but also play & skip tracks & enable voice control.
Surprise no. 3: they look great! They come in a variety of colours & styles, there’s 1 to suit any lifestyle or mood – as you can see from the website.
And they’re reasonably priced, as you can also see from there. And in addition quoting the code BB48265 will gain an extra £5 off.
Headphones that sound great, that look great & have a great price: I wholeheartedly recommend them.
Good, so that’s my headphones sorted. Now can someone get me a bigger house please? Thanks.
Also? Happy New Year!
So, at dinner last night Jake is being naughty & throws a bit of noodle onto the floor.
“Jake, don’t throw your food on the floor”, says Daddy.
Daddy’s getting all stern now: “And it’s not funny”.
Cue Ellie: “It is a bit funny”.
Peppa Pig’s Mummy couldn’t have put it better…
You hear yourself saying that your favourite Oasis song is ‘(What’s the Story) Balamory‘.
You are considering entering Mastermind with ‘Peppa Pig‘ as your specialist subject.
You have actually played ‘Snog, Marry, Avoid’ with CBeebies presenters.
(Katie, Nina, Misha – in case you’re wondering).
You know how to turn the magic on.
You sometimes find yourself strangely attracted to animated talking butterflies.
You have on more than one occasion said to your children: “If you want to jump up & down in muddy puddles you must first put on your boots”.
Your favourite nature documentaries are ‘Andy’s Wild Adventures’ & ‘Octonauts‘.
When you pass men at work in the street you have an overwhelming urge to shout “I’M DIGGING UP THE ROAD!”.
You feel oddly satisfied that Ringo Starr has taught you a lot of interesting facts about trains.
You find yourself saying, for no apparent reason, strange things like “Din’saur!”, & “I am rather an expert at this sort of thing.”.
You realise that for the last 10 minutes you have been singing ‘bing bong bing, bingelly bongelly boo’ without realising it, & can only stop yourself by instead singing very loudly about the sea & the sky.
You know all the words to the CBeebies goodnight song. And what it takes to be a Jimmer-Jammer.
You suspect that Postman Pat has a secret, dark past – & have discussed your various theories about it on several occasions.
You think that Dora the Expl… Oh hang on: that thing with the little Scottish girl & her talking spider is on – gotta go!
- Television that makes children smile is so valuable | Anne Wood (guardian.co.uk)
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