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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SCIENTIST

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Week forty-six

We are all born scientists – by which I mean: we all start life using the Scientific Method.

What is the Scientific Method? I think of it as: make a guess; try to disprove the guess; assume the guess is true until it is disproved; be comfortable that the guess may be disproved in the future; and if disproved then make a better guess. Keep repeating this knowing that each guess is a better one.

A flat world worked well until it became round. A universe centred on the earth was logical until it started to spin around the Sun. And we now know that the Sun itself spins around a galaxy. And there are lots of galaxies. Each guess was fine at the time, and each subsequent one was an improvement. That’s progress.

And if you’re lucky then your first guess was correct.

Space Girl is a scientist. Some of her first guesses are good, but others need improvement.

Ones that were spot on were: sleeping through most nights; being happy and find silly things funny; and eating most things.

But others have been steady progress. How to get her stacking pots in the right order is still mostly trial and error. But she’s improved the method by starting with the biggest one and ending with the smallest one. It’s just the ones in-between that can cause trouble.

Then there’s her potty. We introduced her to it early – for familiarity only. She’s improved her guesses from: it’s an amusing hat; to it’s a comfortable seat; to it’s something to wee in while standing up; to weeing in while sitting down; to seeing if other things work as potties, like small tubs she’s just eaten her snack out of; to using her potty occasionally but preferring to wee in the bath; to preferring to wee in the potty, and getting out of the bath when needed; to it being somewhere to poo and then run; to it being somewhere to poo and helpfully remain seated until tended to.

Each step is a better guess.

Daddy.

Next post August 4, 2014

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SIZE MATTERS

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Week forty-four

Space Girl is experimenting with size and doesn’t yet realise that big things don’t fit into smaller things.

A natural Time Lord? I think more likely it’s over-optimism about physical laws. She’s learning which societal laws she can break, sometimes trying Daddy’s patience and hearing. But Space Girl hasn’t realised yet that to break a physical law needs the cooperation of the Universe, and it is less tolerant than Daddy and slower to change.

She’s finding that forcing things in or hitting them hard only works occasionally – when the Universe is looking the other way, or more likely when the victim can be sufficiently bent, squeezed, ripped, dented or broken.

Size issues are most frustrating when Space Girl can’t fit her big Peppa Pig into the smaller dolls house bed, and when she can’t get more than her head through the gap between the sofas.

And size can go wrong when Space Girl stands in front of her ten centimetre high dolls house toilet and pretend wees – standing up to copy Daddy and showing that there’s another physical law she’ll have master.

Space Girl’s better with her stacking cups which fit neatly inside each other. Sometimes she gets them right first time, but I wonder if this is usually from memorising the colours and not the sizes. But she usually gets there by trying every combination.

Magnets are frustrating when like poles don’t stick, leading to her cars being thrown across the room. To be fair, Magnetism is a confusing concept which our species took a long time to understand and Space Girl’s only had two years.

Daddy.

Next post July 21, 2014

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