ANOTHER ADVENTURE – PART 3

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Week fifty-four

This is the third and final post about Space Girl’s adventure in Greece with Mummy and Daddy.

Space Girl did have one confusing experience on holiday – the Other Bedtime Bear. Another Space Cadet, of similar age and training, had his own Bedtime Bear – but blue instead of Space Girl’s pink one. Space Girl’s is pink because it was a present. Frustratingly, in my quest for equal opportunity and avoiding of gender stereotypes, she loves it. Of course, pink was predominantly a boys colour until the last few hundred years – so she’s either rebelling against gender stereotypes a few hundred years too late, or is well ahead of the next time it swaps.

The Other Bedtime Bear accompanied his Space Cadet to meals, walks, pram and the beach – and got quite grubby between washes. Whereas Space Girl’s was pristine and nocturnal. Well, clean apart from a spit-soaked long bit on top of his hat. I don’t think Space Girl could work out if the Other Bedtime Bear was hers that had changed colour and was on a brief holiday between sleeps, or was another one. Bringing Space Girl’s bear to dinner and comparing the two just added to the confusion. And Space Girl needed to hug hers frequently to convince herself it was still there. At least it wasn’t as traumatic as when Space Girl once spotted her Bedtime Bear in our washing machine – a lot of worried pointing and comment ensued. Forty-five minutes was a long wait for a one and a bit year old.

Finally, the trip back was good too. It started well when we were told about the hotel’s pet tortoises which we’d missed earlier – I guess, by being stone coloured and very slow. Space Girl was very pleased when she fed the petals they liked to them, slowly. For the rest of the trip, Space Girl did very well considering it was a long snooze-deprived bus journey, then a hot airport where we inexplicably had to queue three times (instead of just one queue and three things at the end) and silly Daddy forgot to ask for aisle seats again. But this time our aisle neighbour kindly swapped seats, and we brought smaller sticker books. And this time I thought the loosely defined sausage was “Blyeuch” too (see earlier post Another Adventure – Part 1).

And since we got back?

Well, Space Girl hasn’t lost her love of tomatoes and gherkins.

And she still gets upset when things go away – the latest sobbing prompted by a picture of the sun setting (see earlier post Another Adventure – Part 2). My explanations of spinning planets, relative viewpoints and orbits were nodded at politely, but I don’t think she fully understood. Instead I tried telling her that the sun goes to sleep at the end of the day like her, and always wakes up in the morning like her – she nodded more but was still sceptical.

And finally, there’s only one Bedtime Bear again – hers. Pink. “Blyeuch”.

Daddy.

Next post September 29, 2014

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ANOTHER ADVENTURE – PART 2

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Week fifty-two

This is the second post of three about Space Girl’s adventure in Greece with Mummy and Daddy.

Space Girl ate nearly everything going. Surprising favourites were tomatoes (not liked for the months before), olives, capers, gherkins, artichokes and octopus – all halved or cut small, and minimising salty things. Dining entertainment was provided by the hotel kittens hanging around and being both cute, a bit smelly and untouchable, as well as the novelty of eating outdoors with a view of the sea, boats and other diners – she could stare at the latter for long periods, chewing slowly. I showed her that she could hear the sea better if she put a plastic cup to her ear – she still does and I hope she’s remembering her holiday. Less successful was the light chocolate mouse that Mummy found – half way through Space Girl’s appreciative but slow progress, we realised it was a rich dense chocolate dip. The result was Space Girl’s first sugar rush which was energetic, fast, expansive, noisy, bouncy and ended suddenly with a deep sleep.

Curiously Space Girl got very upset each time her used plates or bowls were taken away. We didn’t always spot it, but Space Girl certainly did, vocally and tearfully. I think she thought the plates or bowls were hers and they were being taken away forever. Space Girl has the same reaction at home during the closing credits of CBeebies, which is when they show all the characters from the shows and say goodnight. Does she think they are going away forever too? I’m not sure, but she does get very sad – with sobbing tears and running to Mummy or Daddy. The trick is to switch off just before and deal with the lesser cries. Or distract. Now, what was I talking about? … Oh, yes our holiday in Greece.

Like that first night at the airport, and in contrast to the end of chocolate dip-gate, getting Space Girl to sleep wasn’t so successful on holiday. After I had packed up and taken our heavy pram – so that Space Girl would have something familiar to sleep in while we were out with her … she wouldn’t sleep in it. And so Mummy and Daddy were room-bound after lunch and most nights. I think there was too much for Space Girl to see and hear to fall asleep outside. And it was hot. Instead Mummy and Daddy sat on the balcony and listened to the music from the bar – and the sound of other parents enjoying the night life, with their little ones gently snoozing next to them in a pram. It was probably good for my liver and my wallet though. And it also gave us chance to find where her Peppa Pig figures had been put under or stuffed into. We lost two characters for a few days until Mummy looked in the only place we’d overlooked – squeezed into the centre of an unopened shrink-wrapped pack of large water bottles.

Space Girl liked the room – partly because of the numerous places to stuff her toys, but also because of the shower. It was her first shower, and Mummy got their joint showers down to a fine art. Space Girl would run around the room after being dried, in the nude and very excited. I think she was ready for her dinner, and that dinner was via a slope. She likes slopes a lot – particular downwards when she can half run with her arms in the air. A day trip doesn’t feel complete without a good slope to laugh on the way up and down.

It was one of the best things about holidaying with Space Girl – sleeping in the same room. It’s comforting listening to her breathing or snoring gently. And she wakes up with any or all of: a sleepy smile, a “Dad Eee, MumM” and a loud fart. It’s reassuring for me to know early on that important things like being happy, and both ends, are working properly.

Read the next post for more holiday memories.

Daddy.

Next post September 15, 2014

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ANOTHER ADVENTURE – PART 1

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Week fifty

Mummy and I took Space Girl on another adventure – a holiday in Greece. It was her first flight and her first holiday abroad. Read about our holiday in this and the next two posts.

What are my memories?

It wasn’t a good idea staying at the airport hotel the night before the flight. Space Girl was too confused or too out of pattern, and so didn’t fall asleep until late. And so Mummy and Daddy’s pre-emptive room-bound cans of beer just warmed up, unopened.

But things went smoothly after that and Space Girl was oblivious to her tired parents. The flight there was great despite silly Daddy forgetting to ask for aisle seats and the sticker books being too big for narrow seats. I like airplane food – mainly because it’s how I imagine an astronaut would eat. Mummy was less keen on the food and Space Girl’s opinion was in between: sausage – good; the rest – “Blyeuch!”. “Blyeuch!” is a new word which means it’s dirty or she doesn’t like it – better then the more traditional “Yeuch” I think.

Space Girl is learning new words by the day. And when she doesn’t know a word then we are treated to elaborate mimes – “I want to eat a Dairylea Dunker” is one of my favourite mimes because it describes the whole process from dip to suck. She also creates her own words like “Dad Eee MumM” which seems to mean “medium-sized”. How do I know? Because when looking at a line of different sizes then it comes after “Dad Eee” (which, whilst meaning “Daddy”, also seems to mean any of: “big”, “bigger”, “biggest”, “tall”, “long” and “straight”) and comes before “MumM” (with the opposite meanings, and satisfying including “curvy” and “round”). She uses these words to comment loudly on the comparative sizes of things like toy animals, dinosaurs and the height of the water in fountains – for the latter moving between them, pointing and commenting until I acknowledge her new insight favourably.

The holiday in Greece was a sporting holiday, but the closest we got to sport was Daddy building a sand boat for Space Girl to sit in – instead of sport, we wanted to maximise our time with Space Girl. She sat patiently in the sand boat – not knowing what to do and waiting for something to happen, which it didn’t. Building sand cars, boats and castles to sit in is a family tradition. As was my Dad’s speciality – sand women that were generous up top. Space Girl liked sitting on the edge of the beach with her feet in the water and her toy animals nearby, as well as her spade, bucket and ever growing stone collection. She also like swimming with Mummy and Daddy – although it was really being held tightly and safely, with occasional leg kicking.

Back at the hotel, she her safety conscious credentials shone through – taking care on the steps or (usually) asking Daddy to carry her all the way to the top. She also checked the temperature of all creche equipment with the flat of her hand before committing. I’d like to say she started checking the temperature pre-emptively, but instead it was the result of climbing the plastic slide triumphantly on her first day, sitting down at the top and getting the shock of a warm bottom.

Read the next post for more holiday memories.

Daddy.

Next post September 1, 2014

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