I would like to think mummy remembers what silly things i got up to - so heres a good'n for you.
In the last year I have been helping Molly and I to slot our PEC (symbol) cards (which were kept on the fridge) into the oven. Now you might be wondering whether Mummy would notice. Well she really didn't, not even when once they were burning in the top of the oven and it was smoking. Poor mummy thought it was her oven not being cleaned and the very next day the oven was sparkling.
However this did not solve the case yet far from it! we slot the cards so well that the only way mummy would find out if one didn't quite make it and half slotted out. This happened and oh boy did mummy realised what had been going on. Mummy said it was like having your bank card being swallowed by the floor boards never to be found again. These cards cannot be taken out without taking the whole oven apart. I am not sure thats even possible mummy - how does one get them out? wouldn't that defeat the point of 'posting' them through a tiny gap? The things that adults just don't understand, maybe the level of fun decreases when your older?
Anyways I think the last card was the symbol for 'wait'...
Monday, 1 February 2016
when time just flys...
So I am nearly five and I understand that at my age your allowed to revert to being naughty. This includes smearing snot on mummy when she isn't looking or picking my nose in VERY public places.
So I have been to school since September last year and I LOVE it! well not in the mornings... not so good in the mornings. It is like someone just put a notion in my head that I need way more sleep but mummy doesn't allow this obviously!
I now know how to sign more and no-one quite realises how much I understand! it is like someone trying to read when they can already read the dictionary. I understand how to play people to get what I want - like the other day I really wanted that banana off my sister and made her see that she didn't want it when I threw it on the floor - then she shared it with me :)
Sometimes me and my sister share things together and we work together on our awesome tasks. For example we are sitting in church knowing full well the biscuit tin is going to be opened at the end of the service...Molly does the distraction by grabbing one then I swoop alone when Molly is getting told off and grab three or four then share them with Molly whens she done getting told off; works every time!
Even though I am still not talking or babbling and actually have gone backwards in knowing my sounds of saying 'cat' or 'go' i know that my understanding for situations is a lot better. Not everyone is going to understand me but my mummy and daddy love me very much and appreciate my love of learning.
So I have been to school since September last year and I LOVE it! well not in the mornings... not so good in the mornings. It is like someone just put a notion in my head that I need way more sleep but mummy doesn't allow this obviously!
I now know how to sign more and no-one quite realises how much I understand! it is like someone trying to read when they can already read the dictionary. I understand how to play people to get what I want - like the other day I really wanted that banana off my sister and made her see that she didn't want it when I threw it on the floor - then she shared it with me :)
Sometimes me and my sister share things together and we work together on our awesome tasks. For example we are sitting in church knowing full well the biscuit tin is going to be opened at the end of the service...Molly does the distraction by grabbing one then I swoop alone when Molly is getting told off and grab three or four then share them with Molly whens she done getting told off; works every time!
Even though I am still not talking or babbling and actually have gone backwards in knowing my sounds of saying 'cat' or 'go' i know that my understanding for situations is a lot better. Not everyone is going to understand me but my mummy and daddy love me very much and appreciate my love of learning.
Monday, 16 March 2015
mumma's sending me to school soon!
Mumma's sending me to special school! we first went to view this massive building, it;s like a square castle shaped with lots of square rooms fitted with lots of cool stuff!
I met a lovely girl called Aimee, she introduced me to the life of Millwater School and gave me a sneaky tour of all the hidey wholes where the adults cant find me!
The idea of going swimming or using the trampoline room excites me and i cant stop dancing to the rhythm of happiness.
My mumma and dadda seem really relax now i think the professional were quite scared of me going into mainstream school. I know i will lose some of my friends from preschool but i also know that its like going into the gold treatment, the best i could ever dream of! of course i am going to miss my mumma but she is always there for me.
My sister will be spending a of time with mumma but I don't mind that. I am hoping that i can communicate better with her so i can tease her like any other brother would ;)
It's hard being me, i feel angry most of the time getting my way seems to be so complex. i wish i could talk. I wish i could be understood and i wish that i could have a greater bond with people and that people would find me cute. But sadly they don't, i know i am hard work and that mumma has to deal with me a great lot but all i can do is smile and try and make the world a better place.
I met a lovely girl called Aimee, she introduced me to the life of Millwater School and gave me a sneaky tour of all the hidey wholes where the adults cant find me!
The idea of going swimming or using the trampoline room excites me and i cant stop dancing to the rhythm of happiness.
My mumma and dadda seem really relax now i think the professional were quite scared of me going into mainstream school. I know i will lose some of my friends from preschool but i also know that its like going into the gold treatment, the best i could ever dream of! of course i am going to miss my mumma but she is always there for me.
My sister will be spending a of time with mumma but I don't mind that. I am hoping that i can communicate better with her so i can tease her like any other brother would ;)
It's hard being me, i feel angry most of the time getting my way seems to be so complex. i wish i could talk. I wish i could be understood and i wish that i could have a greater bond with people and that people would find me cute. But sadly they don't, i know i am hard work and that mumma has to deal with me a great lot but all i can do is smile and try and make the world a better place.
Friday, 9 January 2015
I can now say 'ca-t'
My little sister has been teaching me how to talk. I cannot mumble/natter like a women nor do I want to. The amount my little sister natters is unbelievable and I have not got a clue what it means; (Probably over the threshold for baby talk probably more adult talk like the plot in 'look who's talking')
Talking takes a lot of concentration and a lot of thinking in which mumma helps me to do whats called 'makaton' like sign language but easier. I have learnt how to do 'more' and 'yes' and 'no'. I mean who wants to learn anything else in life?!
Its not that I don't want to talk it's more that i cannot figure out how to. My mouth is far toooo big and my lips are too numb. I cannot put the 's' sounds or 'b' or actually most sounds together. It is like the sounds have foreign twangs sounds and yet i understand things and commands I just cant respond.
What about when I am older, do I hear you say? maybe I will be the next Steve Hawkins or the first person to go to the moon and communicate by makaton noone knows. I can say 'ca' without the 't' but nearly getting there and I prefer chasing them, such fun!
My mumma gets quite stressed with my wondering especially chasing cats. I like to wonder by myself but she bought me 'my giraffe'. (my backpack thats a giraffe and has a handle attached for mumma). Its awesome actually, independants, for a 3 and 9month year old!
Talking takes a lot of concentration and a lot of thinking in which mumma helps me to do whats called 'makaton' like sign language but easier. I have learnt how to do 'more' and 'yes' and 'no'. I mean who wants to learn anything else in life?!
Its not that I don't want to talk it's more that i cannot figure out how to. My mouth is far toooo big and my lips are too numb. I cannot put the 's' sounds or 'b' or actually most sounds together. It is like the sounds have foreign twangs sounds and yet i understand things and commands I just cant respond.
What about when I am older, do I hear you say? maybe I will be the next Steve Hawkins or the first person to go to the moon and communicate by makaton noone knows. I can say 'ca' without the 't' but nearly getting there and I prefer chasing them, such fun!
My mumma gets quite stressed with my wondering especially chasing cats. I like to wonder by myself but she bought me 'my giraffe'. (my backpack thats a giraffe and has a handle attached for mumma). Its awesome actually, independants, for a 3 and 9month year old!
Saturday, 31 May 2014
The wonders of washing machines.
Mumma does A LOT of washing, I don't know where it comes from. Gradually the pile of washing gets bigger in a day and then so does mumma's frown. 'If only there was a maid' mumma says.
The other day I threw up twice just to get another t.shirt put on, who likes a plain red one any way? My sister Molly, she gets through baby grows quiet fast as her nappy poo's seem to go up her back rather than in her nappy. Mumma pulls the face like an old person who has just come out of a 'pilates' class. (Personally i don't know what this is, sounds kinda like some exercise you do on a plane?)
The motion of a washing machine is fascinating sometimes sends me off into a trance and takes the whole cycle to get me out of it! I wonder if that was where I was born ... with clean washing ... spinning in circles and magically turning into something fresh. I wonder if thats how we go ... get too dirty to clean and then get put in the rag pile?
Mumma likes it when I can play with water. Today I sat in the shower with all my clothes on. Great fun! My options were fairly simple, to flood the bathroom or to not flood the bathroom. Although I don't suppose that soaking the months worth of tissue paper was such a good idea but then again I made my boat float on the floor, happy boy me I am.
The other day I threw up twice just to get another t.shirt put on, who likes a plain red one any way? My sister Molly, she gets through baby grows quiet fast as her nappy poo's seem to go up her back rather than in her nappy. Mumma pulls the face like an old person who has just come out of a 'pilates' class. (Personally i don't know what this is, sounds kinda like some exercise you do on a plane?)
The motion of a washing machine is fascinating sometimes sends me off into a trance and takes the whole cycle to get me out of it! I wonder if that was where I was born ... with clean washing ... spinning in circles and magically turning into something fresh. I wonder if thats how we go ... get too dirty to clean and then get put in the rag pile?
Mumma likes it when I can play with water. Today I sat in the shower with all my clothes on. Great fun! My options were fairly simple, to flood the bathroom or to not flood the bathroom. Although I don't suppose that soaking the months worth of tissue paper was such a good idea but then again I made my boat float on the floor, happy boy me I am.
Tuesday, 6 May 2014
my sister talks too much.
Yes my sister talks to much. I try and stop her but apparently slapping her over the head makes it worse. She wont shush. One time mumma was on the toilet doing the longest wee ever, and i was trying to grab the chocolate white buttons on the top shelve of the breakfast bar, but then molly started crying, i mean proper crying. Mumma put me on the naughty chair...again.
It is quite hard being a bigger brother. When it was just me i could get away with anything. climbing on the table, eating of the floor and the bin and finding random adult thing to chew, putting an artistic hand-print picture on the tv. Now i cant open a single item, slobber on a single bit of cable or made drawing circle on the white doors, all because of my darling sister!
If only i could be taller...
It is quite hard being a bigger brother. When it was just me i could get away with anything. climbing on the table, eating of the floor and the bin and finding random adult thing to chew, putting an artistic hand-print picture on the tv. Now i cant open a single item, slobber on a single bit of cable or made drawing circle on the white doors, all because of my darling sister!
If only i could be taller...
Saturday, 19 April 2014
waking up
Depending on the circumstance & the weather of course, mamma would pretend to be asleep when I slobber kiss her all over her face. (if it was raining I would listen to the beating of the rain and lie there singing to myself xfactor style.) Mamma, She would roll over & carefully open one eye & pretend that it was not the morning & gradually turning over to see me in her face with my mouth wide open & my tongue licking my four head because behind closed doors I know everyone says hello this way right?!
Mamma would swoop over like usual and would give me a massive hug, warm and fuzzy & ... smelly, nappy change needed! (haha).
My little sister is secretly a little minion but you can't tell anyone its our little secret. She wakes up with whats know as 'babbling' (talking and blowing bubbles at the same time).
So with the morning buzz and the eating at the zoo, as mamma calls it (whats a zoo?) we join in holy...throwing of the weetabix and porridge, what fun.
This is the routine of most days & for all mamma's know we enjoy making you work hard. It makes me laugh when I can hide under the beds sheets and scare you whilst your sleeping; it makes me laugh when you jump and your face needs a good wash. (I think this is the reason and the ONLY reason why adults shower by the way) and its only the morning, fubulous (fun & fabulous)!
Mamma would swoop over like usual and would give me a massive hug, warm and fuzzy & ... smelly, nappy change needed! (haha).
My little sister is secretly a little minion but you can't tell anyone its our little secret. She wakes up with whats know as 'babbling' (talking and blowing bubbles at the same time).
So with the morning buzz and the eating at the zoo, as mamma calls it (whats a zoo?) we join in holy...throwing of the weetabix and porridge, what fun.
This is the routine of most days & for all mamma's know we enjoy making you work hard. It makes me laugh when I can hide under the beds sheets and scare you whilst your sleeping; it makes me laugh when you jump and your face needs a good wash. (I think this is the reason and the ONLY reason why adults shower by the way) and its only the morning, fubulous (fun & fabulous)!
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