Monthly Archives: September 2007

Fixing the bike

We spent another weekend at the farm. We had taken down a new tandem, and Daddy spent a few hours doing fine-tuning. Lillian thought that looked interesting, so when I stopped, she went over and started working on the bike herself. She’d pick up a tool and start (pretend) adjusting the handlebar, or the seat height. But her most important contribution was to extend the handlebars. Into both ends of both handlebars, and into the ends of the handlebars on her tag-along, she stuck screwdrivers (6 total). This was so, when we were riding, we could if we liked have our hands wider apart.

Later, after a long ride, Teresa was standing straddling the bike and said she couldn’t get off (i.e., lift her leg over the central bar). Lillian said “I can help you Mummy!” and grabbed Teresa’s foot and tried to lift it up and over the bar. Of course this couldn’t work but it was a sensible-enough idea.

Teresa later remarked that Lillian likes to feel responsible or depended-upon.

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Snails

Today when we got home, Lillian found some snails in the front garden.  On the weekend we had planted our modest little vege crop for this year – mostly basil, chillies and tomatoes.  I said we better get rid of the snails, because they might eat our plants.  She picked up five of them and held them in her hand.  She brought them in and put them on the dining table while we had dinner.  She would check on them occasionally.  When it was bedtime, she wanted to bring them to bed with her.  We said no, no snails in bed.  So she asked – could she have them on the bedside table?  We found a plastic jar, and put the snails in there. 

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Little kids on the farm

Last weekend we were at the farm. An American couple, Mark and Valerie Daley, and their 4 year old Jonah came to visit.

Lillian and Jonah were instant buddies. They wandered off outside, exploring the farm, finding all sorts of things to pick up or play on, etc.. (I turned off the electric fence…)

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Dinner not spoiled

A little while back, I read a blog post about appreciating the moment.  The key line was: “Some day, you’ll miss almost everything about your life the way it is right now.”  It has stuck in my mind since then, popping up at odd moments, like when I’m washing the dishes.

Tonight we were just sitting down to dinner.  Teresa had cooked a delicious mustard- and herb-encrusted roast beef with roasted vegetables, plus a good Coonawarra cab sav.  I was a bit tired after the usual long day at work.  Lillian started to climb onto me so she could eat her dinner from there.  I tried to insist that she sit on her own chair.  Partly I thought she “should” learn to be more disciplined and eat properly (even at 3 1/2).  Partly I didn’t want her wriggling presence interfering with my degustation

But then I remembered the quote, and allowed her to climb up.  She can eat “properly” later.  And I can still enjoy my food, even if it takes reaching around her.

We’re just tucking in when

         #$@%&*#^&@*(%&%^%!!!!

she let rip with the longest loudest fart she’s ever done.  Right on me.

She quickly turned to see my reaction, with a big smile.  She laughs at the exaggerated funny faces I put on at such times. 

I thought of the quote again, and it still seemed right. 

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Cows in the house

“Cow Poo!”

Lillian had curled up on the floor and covered herself with a dark brown towel. 

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Counting

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, fourteen, eleventeen, ten!”

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Various small things

I picked Lillian up at child care, and we rode home.  It took a while because Lillian likes to stop and pick flowers.  It is spring and there are all sorts of blossoms and flowers on and around the Melbourne University campus.  She gathered quite an exotic bunch. Crossing Royal Parade, we caught up with Mummy who was just returning from the gym.  Lillian said

“Daddy can you go slowly because Mummy has to walk.”

I tried going slowly but its a bit hard to go at walking pace.

“Daddy I want to get off and walk with Mummy.”

She held Mummy’s hand and they walked home, picking some more flowers along Morrah St.

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We’re in the kitchen as dinner is being cooked.  Lillian wants some macadamia nuts.  The nut container is on the very top shelf of the cupboard.  Even Daddy can’t reach it. 

So we do a trick we learned in circus class.  I flip Lillian up onto my shoulder into “superhero” position.  From there, it is easy to stand on my shoulders, using her shins against the back of my head to balance herself.  From there, she can reach the nuts!

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Mummy is a bit unwell at the moment.  Lillian and I are quite well.  We’ve all been eating lots of honey lately.  There’s a honey stall at the Vic market which sells dozens of varieties – organic, regional, Manuka, etc..  Supposedly honey is a good antibiotic and helps keep you healthy.  So I say to Lillian:

“We’re not sick are we! Because we’ve been eating lots of…… of…..”

She looks at me quizzically, not quite sure what the expected answer is. 

“Food?”

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