ANOTHER ADVENTURE – PART 2

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Week fifty-two

This is 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 months before), olives, capers, gherkins, artichokes and octopus – all halved or cut small, and minimal salty things. Dining entertainment was provided by the hotel kittens hanging around being both cute and a bit smelly, 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 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 – although 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 she 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.

She 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? 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.

Like that first night at the airport, and in contrast to the end of chocolate-dip-gate, getting her to sleep wasn’t so successful on holiday. After Daddy 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 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 – the centre of an unopened shrink-wrapped pack of large water bottles.

She 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 afterwards, 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. 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 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 were 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 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 she doesn’t like it or it’s dirty – 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 yet then we are treated to elaborate mimes – “I want to eat a Dairylea Dunker” is one of my favourite mines – and it sums up the whole process. She also creates her own words like “Dad Eee MumM” which seems to mean “medium-sized”. How do I know? Because 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 or the height of the water in fountains – for the latter moving between them, pointing and commenting until I acknowledge favourably this new insight.

The holiday 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 was safety conscious – 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 hand before committing. I’d like to say she started doing this 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 hot bottom.

Read the next post for more holiday memories.

Daddy.

Next post September 1, 2014

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FIRSTS

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Week forty-eight

The last two years have been a series of firsts for Space Girl – from being held by Daddy for the first time to saying her first words.

The firsts that I remember most are:

  • First day – first: sight of her, hold, change of nappy and sleepless night while she cried – she struggled to feed and was hungry until we had to use her first bottle.
  • First day of calm – first: content sleep accompanied by noisy reassuring breaths, farts, burps and sick.
  • First independence – first: time she realised she had feet, roll over, unsupported sit up, crawl, stand, walk and run.
  • First fun – first: smile, giggle, laugh, chase and tickle.
  • First affection – first: cuddle given out, wave goodbye and wet kiss goodnight – the latter with sound effects.
  • First experiences – first: zoom (see earlier post Zooming and Custard), slide and spin at the playground, water fountain, swimming pool, paddling pool, sandpit, paddle in the sea, rock pool, crab, caterpillar, ladybird and stroke of the cat.
  • First art – first: scribble, sticker, circle drawn, paint and dance.
  • First obsessions – first: custard, In the Night Garden episode, Peppa Pig DVD, The Tiger Who Came To Tea book and game on Daddy’s iPhone.
  • First sign of growing up – first: sit in her high chair, wash of her hands, use of her potty and stand on her step stool.
  • First food preferences – first: olive (without stone), pickle, breadstick, crisp, cheese and pickle sandwich, banana, yoghurt and custard.
  • First words – first: “Dad Eee” (Daddy), “Mum-M” (Mummy), “Nanny” (Granny) and “Iggle” (Iggle Piggle from In the Night Garden). And first sentence – first “My Dad Eee” (my daddy).

It is a shame that the firsts lose their excitement when they are seconds and thirds and fourths … but I am sure there are many new firsts to come.

Daddy.

Next post August 18, 2014

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