Box

Lily has played in this box solidly for two days now and so it begs the question "Why do I bother ever buying her any new toys?"

Cause and Effect

The dreaded 'Why' has happened. It has been occurring for a while but not on this gargantuan scale. I have to confess to it driving me completely nuts, mainly because it never stops with the one 'Why' but spirals in to a endless oblivion of 'Whys' and then I find myself resorting to the one thing I said I would never do, replying with "because your Mother said so."

Aspirations of a 2 Year Old

I was informed today by my daughter that when she is big she will grow up to be a lady like Mummy and when she is a lady (who looks like Mummy) she will be able to pierce her ears, wear dangly earrings, own a bike, sit at a desk and use a hole punch.
Ambitions run high in our family.

Beeba

Lily seems very excited about the prospect of a new baby arriving and pretty much informs everyone that Mummy is very fat because she has "Beeba in her tummy". Beeba will be a girl and she will mostly like eating chocolate, licking snow and playing hide and seek; a stroke of luck really as Lily loves to do all these things too.

Everything looking fine at the 20 week scan and certainly the little one is making his/her presence known by what feels like hardcore, 24 hour, uterine partying.

More Lilyisms.

Lily (pointing wildly at me) : "You are a talking mountain!"

Me: "But mountains don't talk."

Lily: "Some mountains do."

Some time later...

Lily: "What exactly are mountains for Mummy?"

Sound advice:

"You don't eat bottoms Mummy, they are big and smelly."

Just before bed, having 'built' a pram out of towels and blankets:

Lily: "I'm in my pram."

Me : "Oh, going anywhere nice?"

Lily: "Yes, I am going to a lecture on poorly seahorses."

Shoe Fetish

Much to my dismay someone gave Lily a pair of pink fluffy dress-up mules for Christmas; I discovered this evening that she has taken them to bed with her instead of faithful old bear :(

Gender Predictor

Lily spent most of the morning in the bath with me 'washing the new baby' (which translates as splashing water over my stomach). When she noticed my belly button she cried " Look a tiny little window for the baby to look through" and then she proceeded to stick her finger in it and put her eye right up to it, declaring that she could see the baby staring back at her from the other side and she now knew it was definitely going to be a girl. I said that it might just be a boy and she told me in no uncertain terms that it couldn't be a boy because "boys are silly and I don't like them, except Daddy of course".