Monday, August 16, 2004
green balls
Mummy's pretty green necklace went ooops today when I played with it. Got a bit worried, but mummy seemed cool, so got to play with the pretty little green balls. Mummy got a box and we put them all in and then tipped them out and then put them all in, and then tipped them out and then put them all in, and then tipped them out, and then put them all it, and then mummy took the box away. Only thing is, she didn't let me suck on them. Have my purple dress on and am looking v. pretty. Having visitors today. Catherine
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Hello, Kasia.
This is Daddy here. Sorry for taking so long to post! But despite the growing state of exhaustion and general ikkiness of cough and cold, there are just too many things happening to wait any longer.
Since Monday 2nd August you've really enjoyed drawing with crayons. That was the day we went shopping and you spent so much time in the trolly, drawing in two colours on the paper Daddy held for you. You were tired, but this kept you going. What a lovely drawing that is. These days your little red table is a place to play with flour and even dough when Mummy makes pierogi. Let's see. What are all the things you've been doing? ...
- When asked to touch the ground you can do it (just wait til you're 40, Kid!).
- You can turn around on the spot when asked.
- You blow your nose in a tissue (even though you're really just making noises with your mouth).
- On Sunday (Aug 15th) we had pancakes on the couch, and I'd brushed some of the powdered sugar off of your growsuit. A little later you did the same, brushing some off my shirt - very cute!
- You blink your eyes prettily when asked where your eyes are in Polish or English.
- You routinely give your hand to kiss when Dziadzio is about to leave.
- Your favourite book is Owl Babies; you cleverly combine the name of this bird with the noise they make "Ow-woool", and you can point out Bill, the littlest of the babies (your next favourite is The Wide Mouthed frog).
- You still love monkeys and make the Oo-oo noise, but bananas are now as often called "nana" as "oo-oo". After a recent tv show with monkeys pulling all kinds of faces in the morror, you did the same to mimic the monkey.
There's much more, I'd better be updating your blog more regularly.
Anyhow, I'm a very proud Daddy.
Love,
Dad
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This is Daddy here. Sorry for taking so long to post! But despite the growing state of exhaustion and general ikkiness of cough and cold, there are just too many things happening to wait any longer.
Since Monday 2nd August you've really enjoyed drawing with crayons. That was the day we went shopping and you spent so much time in the trolly, drawing in two colours on the paper Daddy held for you. You were tired, but this kept you going. What a lovely drawing that is. These days your little red table is a place to play with flour and even dough when Mummy makes pierogi. Let's see. What are all the things you've been doing? ...
- When asked to touch the ground you can do it (just wait til you're 40, Kid!).
- You can turn around on the spot when asked.
- You blow your nose in a tissue (even though you're really just making noises with your mouth).
- On Sunday (Aug 15th) we had pancakes on the couch, and I'd brushed some of the powdered sugar off of your growsuit. A little later you did the same, brushing some off my shirt - very cute!
- You blink your eyes prettily when asked where your eyes are in Polish or English.
- You routinely give your hand to kiss when Dziadzio is about to leave.
- Your favourite book is Owl Babies; you cleverly combine the name of this bird with the noise they make "Ow-woool", and you can point out Bill, the littlest of the babies (your next favourite is The Wide Mouthed frog).
- You still love monkeys and make the Oo-oo noise, but bananas are now as often called "nana" as "oo-oo". After a recent tv show with monkeys pulling all kinds of faces in the morror, you did the same to mimic the monkey.
There's much more, I'd better be updating your blog more regularly.
Anyhow, I'm a very proud Daddy.
Love,
Dad
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