Well, the first that she had any kind of substantial awareness of.
We went down to the city with Paul and Claudia to watch the fireworks. Found a spot on the path down to the Alexandra Gardens
We were really quite close. Lillian was watching from on my shoulders. Half way through, she said “Daddy, I’m scared, I want to go home.” So she sat in my arms and watched, sort of, from a safe position.
When it was over, and we were heading off, she didn’t want to go. She said “I want to wait for another one.”
We caught the tram there and back. The crowd was thick on the way there, and very thick on the way back. As we walked back to the tram, she fell asleep while being carried. We squeezed onto a tram, which was packed and humid. Lillian and I were sweating. But it seemed everyone in the crowd was in a happy, friendly mood. On the way there, some “goth” teenagers insisted on surrendering their seats for our group. On the way back, a little girl bent down and picked up and handed back to us a bracelet that had come off Lillian’s arm. The bracelet, and a bouncy ball, were gifts from Claudia earlier that evening.
Later that night, she said “I like the green ones. Daddy likes the red ones. My favourite is the pink ones.”
We were sitting at dinner tonight and we heard what sounded like a fireworks rocket – “wheeeee-bang” – just outside our house. Then a thud outside our back door, where Teresa saw something fall into a flowerpot. She thought it was the remains of the rocket. Lillian and I went outside to investigate – it turned out to be a bird. Seemingly healthy but stunned by something – presumably the rocket, or whatever made the bang. I picked up the bird, and Lillian stroked it for a while. Suddenly the bird flew up into a tree and just sat on a branch. Lillian told me I would have to climb up the tree, get the bird, and hold it in my hand again so she could stroke it and we could show it to Mummy.
After that, it was bath time. This time the bath was full of balloons as well as the usual assortment of containers, dogs, ducks, etc..
Last night, a major milestone – Lillian got up in the middle of the night to take herself to the toilet
For weeks now, she has been taking herself to the toilet, in a routine which includes: take down nappy/pull-up/underpants, use potty, wipe, inspect potty content, pick up and tip into toilet, wipe potty with toilet paper, put paper into toilet, flush toilet, watch carefully as flushing occurs, scrub toilet with brush, bang brush to shake off excess water, replace brush, flush again, pull up pants. Not bad for someone not yet three.
Tonight, 20 minutes after going to bed, she was calling out – her nose was “blooding”. The bleeding had stopped, we cleaned up, and she’s back to sleep.
Tonight’s sleeping items: doggy, dolly, Nemo book, and the new book she got for Xmas from Child Care, Commotion in the Ocean.
Lillian likes to take things to bed with her. Tonight her collection was:
- one doll (“dolly”)
- one stuffed dog (“doggy”)
- one book based on the movie Finding Nemo (“Nemo book”)
- one polished stone
- one semi-ripe tomato (picked from our front yard – the first of the season)
On Sunday afternoon we went to Paul Monk’s 50th birthday party. Mostly adults but there were three other little girls about the same age as Lillian. Lillian ran around like crazy for a few hours, drank a lot of punch, and eventually fell sound asleep.
Here she is with one of Pauls’ nieces. She picked the flowers herself in the garden. (Click on the image to view a larger version.)
Lillian’s with her grandparents (Teresa’s parents) today. They took her to the aquarium and for lunch at the Sofitel. She’s also always going to the toilet (rather than being lazy and you-know-what you-know-where), even at the Sofitel.
When we were dropping her off on Thursday evening, we all (Teresa, Lillian, I, and Teresa’s parents Ray and Jennivine) went to the Ashburton pool. Lillian loves being in the water. She was dog-paddling almost properly, kicking her feet behind her. She was also getting out, jumping in with a big splash, [repeat many times]. To get out, she’d “swim” over to the corner, and sort of roll onto the edge (its one of those pools where the edge is at the water level) rather than clamber out in the usual way. I took her over to the waterslide, which she went down about 20 times – like a yo-yo.
At one point I thought she and I should return from the water-slide area to the pool to join the others. At that point in time she was crawling on all fours acting like a lion. Seemed she wanted to crawl all the way. I wasn’t keen on her picking up all the tinea etc. germs on her hands, so I carried her, protesting, to the pool. As soon as I put her down, she ran right back to where she had been crawling, and resumed. Fortunately, after about 5 metres she got bored with that and got up and ran over.
That is, a blog about Lillian rather than her own. She’s almost three years old, and very capable for her age, but blogging is still in her future.
We should have started this 3 years ago (Lillian is almost three). Better late than never though.