I see the light!
Posted on 19 July 2008, 08:45 by Wriggle Pot
Me mummy introduced me to a little loveplay called “blowing a kiss”. She blows me a kiss and follows the kiss in the air all the way to me sweet cheeks with a little tap of her hand.
I love it so much I took it on as me own “No, mummy, my do it!”, but I have to say I do a much better job of it than mum.
I kiss me palms, then point to the light and say ” I see it! I see it! I see the light!” then I slap me mum fair across the face.
Oh, she taught me to be a bit gentle about that last bit, but oh, one day, I went for the kiss in the light and I got a bit off balance some with me head in the light and all, and I grabbed me mummy’s booby with one hand and whacked her good on the face with the other! It took a mum by surprise but it was the most obvious thing to grab onto. Else I might have fallen about on me botty!
Tantrum
Posted on 12 July 2008, 16:08 by Wriggle Pot
Every now and then I like to break out a sweet tantrum. Just for mummydaddy. I’m usually such a well-mannered thing. I always say “Thank you daddy” “Glass of water, please, mummy” “No thank you, daddy”. I am told I have the good manners in me.
But sometimes, you know, it bores a Wrigglepot to be so sweet-natured all the time. I’m not known for me tantrums, SO, I like to go a bit like this just to keep things interesting:
NOOOOOOOO. DON’T WANT IT DON’T WANT IT. NOOO WANT MUMMY. NOOOOO WANT DADDY. DADDY! MY DO IT! MY DO IT! MY DO IT! DADDY DO IT! AAAAAAAAAAGH. WANNA WALK WANNA WALK. NOO MUMMY UP MUMMY UP! UUUUUUP! NOOOO WANNA WALK. MYYYYYY DOOOOOOOOO IIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last night I did it for nearly an hour over a bath and the bed-time ritual. Oh I spent me windbags something fierce with this little number on repeat. My daddy put me in da corner! 5 minutes! Sometimes I even put meself there when I know I’m pushing me mummydaddy, like when I slapped me mummy across the face and kicked me daddy.
Don’t they understand I am an independent little Wrigglepot? I don’t like to give them the tantrums, but the Wrigglepot has got to let it out some, you know?
Tea and Sympathy
Posted on 5 July 2008, 16:00 by Wriggle Pot
I have such a concern for me mummydaddy and me wee teddies. If they are sad or sick, some, I stroke their face and say “Mot’s mon???” Oh, that’s wrigglepotian for “What’s Wrong?” you know! It seems to have the wrong effect on me mummy though – she cries even harder. Sheesh.
Sometimes baby teddy will push mummyteddy in the guts and I have to put him in da corner! 5 minutes! And mummyteddy gets all me sympathy “oh! oh! mummyteddy! oh!” and receives me loving cuddles. I give good mummylovin’ me!
Ham
Posted on 29 June 2008, 08:26 by Wriggle Pot
Me mummydaddy say I’m a right Ham at times, but I do prefer a sausage I have to say.
I love to do funny things:
*curl up asleep in the bath with a washer for a blanket and bubbles for a pillow. I’ll even do a sweet snoring sound so mummydaddy know for sure I’ve got the sandman in me.
*I am still a dancer true and I do some funny dances, including a secret move called “The Mole”. I bend meself over and wiggle me pointed hands toward the ground.
*dressups are surely me favourite thing. Me signature combo is fairy skirt, fairy wings, me headband (I call it a “bandaid” – oh I’m such a flupsy thing!), whatever glasses are around and very big shoes!
*My repertoire of songs has reached new heights – I love these four rhymes. Do you know them? They go:
“Row Row Tiddy Boat. Gently down the stream. Melly. Melly. Melly. Life is datastream.” “Tiddy Tiddy Rosie, data diddy Rosie. Tissue. Tissue. All Fall. Down.” “Baa Baa Butt Cheek. Hava tiddy wool. Yes-SA! Yes-SA! Three Dada full.” “Tinkle Tinkle dittle star. Hew I waiku waku ah!”
Sometimes I belt them out like a medley and sing them back-to-back. It pleases me sweet cords!
ABCs!
Posted on 4 June 2008, 08:28 by Wriggle Pot
It is me favourite thing, this reading lark – I like to take a book into bed for me nightsleep these days, so I can read to Bedteddy when he’s feeling scared some.
I like to read the books from cover to cover for me mummydaddy – oh they are surprised at my reading skills. But I’ll let you into a little secret…
I’m not really reading at all! Because I’m only two and a bit you know – what do you want from me?
I belong in the Zoo!
Posted on 27 May 2008, 19:48 by Wriggle Pot
It’s what me mummydaddy say all the time. I don’t know what they mean by it. I love me a good tiger and frog and gee-raff and the monkey – mummydaddy say I even make like a monkey! You should hear me sounds – oo oo ee ee – I am a professional monkey player, don’t you know!
But do I belong in the Zoo? I’m not at all scared of the scary creatures, it’s true – daddy put me up next to the snakes and I tapped on the glass some and got him all agog – the snake that is, not daddy.
Me favourite animal is the zebra though – it’s cool although I am somewhat perplexed by the lack of posh orange stripes. Mummy tells me the best animals have black and orange stripes but I couldn’t see any on this horsey’s form.
I could only deal with a few hours of the animality before I got bored and played up a bit – I tried to get into the kangaroo pen but me mummydaddy stopped me. I just wanted to give them a duddle and flash them a mischievous smile, me!
Teacher Teacher
Posted on 25 May 2008, 09:32 by Wriggle Pot
I am a right leader at the creche. Yesterday I took a kinder class with me carer’s permission. I got a sweet book, nice and true, and read it to the class. Me carer’s loved me story!
Dories!
Posted on 17 May 2008, 10:14 by Wriggle Pot
Hi, Im the Dories! It’s me favourite show! I love Dora – she is so cool, I’ve always loved her, but me mummy introduced me to a nice Australian show called The Dories. Me mummy and daddy don’t like to watch it although sometimes I hear them singing the liltin’ tunes and making the sweet moves then gettin’ each other in trouble for it!
But I have to report that they don’t go the Dories merchandise – I have lots of Dora tops and figurines and stickers and stuff but nothing Dories. It is very sad – I have to play the dress-up game to get me Dories fix outside Dorie land. Oh, I have the vivid imagery in me!
Womit!
Posted on 7 May 2008, 21:11 by Wriggle Pot
It’s the pain in me guts you see. The other night I was sleeping with me sweet BedTeddy when I yells out “Daddy! Sick!” but did Daddy come to me aid? No! And then I got him a beauty when I womited all over the room and all over me BedTeddy. Oh, the Ted was a mess, I’ll say.
And then I did it 3 more times – I figured it was me form see, ‘cos mummy made me bed all nice and neat after every time – I just had to go and womit all over me manchester!
I was very happy once the womit was out of me body – I even had a little singsong on the change table after daddy gave me the shower – until the next time I heave-ho’d of course – what else is a fine filly like me to do?
Holidays
Posted on 30 April 2008, 10:18 by Wriggle Pot
So I took me a holiday with me folks, me mate Zoe and her mum and dad and little brother.
Oh, it was on their farm in the country and I got to ride a sweet pony and collect eggs from the chickens, but best of all was the motorbike! Zoe’s daddy took me for the ride – I yelled “Faster Faster FASTER!” as we rode over the paddocks. I’m a true thrillseeker, me. And I went with Daddy on the quad-bike – me mummy wouldn’t take me on hers as she’s a partypooper, that mum. I called me mummy and daddy by their first names one day – I don’t know why – I’m an enigma, that’s Scout!
And I woke every morning singin’ nursery rhymes at the top of me windbags! Oh, I have me quite the repertoire – “Old McDonald”, “Twinkle Twinkle” “Baa Baa Black Sheep”, “5 Little Ducks”, “5 Little Monkeys” are some of me faves. And on the motorbike I sang me a round of “Scouty’s on the Motorbike” to the tune of “Wheels on the Bus”.
And I could boss around a little Zoe – she’s a bit like me, a bossyboots by trade and we tried to outboss each other! She was being a sillybilly and I pointed to her chest and said “Stop It!!! STOP IT!!! In the Corner!!” but she didn’t go in the corner. Her little brother was a sweet thing, though – he liked to fall asleep on me shoulder – oh I am a comfort.