Monthly Archives: October 2007

Time for dolls

From snails to… dolls.  Lillian’s favourite things are the moment are two dolls, including the one Granny Helen gave her last Xmas, and another about the same size.

She likes to dress and undress the dolls.

At night, she arranges the dolls to sleep beside her – all three of them in a row, heads on pillow. 

Today she decided she would take one doll to “school.”  The other, she put down to sleep on the couch.  She found a soft toy for the doll to cuddle.

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And when you’re a little girl…

I picked Lillian up from child care as usual today, and we were riding home, with her on the tag-along bike.

As we passed through a grove of trees in University Square, she declared that she wanted to go to the toilet.

“Just hold on, we’ll be home soon.”

“DADDY! I WANT TO HAVE A PEE!  RIGHT NOW!” at the top of her voice. This was repeated as we rode down the footpath on Grattan Street, much to the amusement of pedestrians. 

At the corner of Grattan and Royal Parade, she jumped off the bike and headed back towards the trees.

She had a bit of a tantrum and then we had a stand-off for a while.  The look on passers-by’s faces was now one of pity.  For me.

Then I hit upon a brilliant tactic. 

“Lillian, do you want to ride on Daddy’s seat?”

Her sulkiness dissipated.  The offer was irresistable.

So Lillian climbed up onto the seat on my bike.  She was unable to reach the pedals or handlebar of course.  She held onto my arm while I pushed the bike.

Soon she was singing.

As we were walking, I said “When you’re a BIG girl, you can ride in this seat on your own!”

Lillian, pointing to the tag-along: “Yeah… and when you’re a little girl, you can ride on that seat!”

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A bit of a hippy look

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Lost in the garden

We were at the church in Foster. Lillian was wearing a ballerina outfit – tights, tutu, shoes etc., all in pink.

Teresa and I were talking to some people, and Lillian was running around somewhere – there were lots of kids around.  When it was time to go, we were looking for her.   Some elderly ladies said she went out the back, so we headed out that way.

We spotted her with head buried in the canna lillies, hunting for snails.  Maybe you had to be there, but the sight of a little pink ballerina bum, framed by a tutu, sticking in the air out of the garden was quite amusing.

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That’s Mandarin.

The news is on television.  They are showing scenes from the Chinese Communist Party congress.  Lillian matter-of-factly says:

“That’s Mandarin.”

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Cow Poo (again)

This silly routine happens every night, so I thought we should record it.

I mentioned in a previous post how Lillian acts like a cow poo by curling up underneath a brown towel.  Well, now the ritual is a bit more elaborate.

After her bath, Lillian turns herself into a cow poo.

Me, surprised: “What’s THAT on the floor?”

Muffled voice from direction of cow poo: “A cow poo!”

“Should we put it in the bin?”

“Yes!”

So I pick up the cow poo, and lift it up.  The towel starts falling off, revealing a wriggling naked child.

“What’s that in there?!?  A person?!? A person in the cow poo?!?”

Shrieks of laughter….

Repeat, up to 6 times…

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Variations

Lillian making up her own verses:

“Twinkle Twinkle little bat,
How I wonder what you’re at
Up above the world so high,
Like a pancake in the sky,
Twinkle Twinkle little bat,
How I wonder what you’re at.

Twinkle Twinkle little pelican,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a penguin in the sky,
Twinkle twinkle little pelican,
How I wonder what you are.”

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