can we have a ...

can we have a poo coming out of his bum?

Today we play with the plasticine Santa gave Poppy. She's picking out the animals and aliens on the box to make, and we tell her "you can make up your own things, you know!"... so I was told to make a bum. (not a tramp, I'll have you know)

'ello

'Ello!

After hearing a noise upstairs, Gabi and I thought that Santa must have gone into Poppy's room when we were still awake... so we headed upstairs to check (and to go to bed, seeing as it was late). Her door was closed, so I had to open it slowly (to avoid waking the previously excited Poppy) and check that Santa had been, by noting if a bulging stocking was left on the end of the bed.. and it was! Satisfied that Santa had done his amazing job, I turned, only to creak a floorboard... Poppy stirs, still asleep and cracks out "'Ello!" (always polite and friendly!)... mean while, Gabi is snorting and chuckling as I (shakingly) creep out the bedroom and close the door, ready for Christmas morning!

Can you make me a...

Can you make me a pumpkin car please daddy?

Got some Lego out today, some limited stuff (all the good stuff is in the shed... must rectify!) - but, we built the worlds raddest skatepark, along with krazy german TV cameraman, looking to film "very rad footage, ze best zat German TV has evah seen!) - anyway, after a rad sesh with 2 skateboards (made from two twozer wheels) and a BMX (steering wheel, 2 mono wheels and a single 4zer...) we decided to make some "proper" vehicles.... pumpkin red mobiles, the way forwards (and back, they are so rad).

We look like...

We look like ickle babies!

Yes indeed, stuffing cherry tomatoes into your cheeks does indeed make you look like a baby, Poppy. I see they've also wandered off into the dolls house, sitting on the toilet, in the baby chair, rolling down the stairs...

no! you two didn't...

no! you two didn't win! I WON!

Poppy going off on one, seeing as she only got 5 marbles...

Mummy, can we have a brown...

Mummy, can we have a brown baby please?

Cool! we've got a multiracial kid, nice. I just hope she's not disappointed in May 2011.

I want to sleep with...

I want to sleep with my special plaster on!

We've been to the special discount night for junction art tonight, and Elaine's mum and martin are kindly entertaining Poppy, she's been given a special bog-roll finger wrap (a plaster, according to Popps). This, is her mew favourite thing.

now, you are the sand...

now, you are the sand, I ... I be the Storm, no, you be the dewback, and I be the sand

Sand... man, that is! I'm on my knees again today, do this, do that, Melissa, watch this, do this... I just go "mwooooahhhh" and get on with it.

Aunty Chloe, can you read....

Aunty Chloe, can you read some Charlie and the Chocolate factory with us?

Chloe's up for a wee break, Poppy is very excited. An afternoon of swapping sylvanian families stories and other toys pulled from the loft. We make three delicious pizzas, and end up reading Poppy two chapters (the chewing gum section!)... Chloe dips her toes into reading kids books aloud... to an intent and intense listening Poppy... We think she did well!

no Ballan...

no Ballan Poppy! no Ballan Fin!

we've had a lovely evening at Duncan & Lisa's place, with Fin and Callen.. the usual "kids meeting and being all quiet, sizing each other up" 10 mins happens, after that, balls, socks, toys, cups are being thrown (ballen) everywhere! ace fun... 9.30 when we leave, nearly everyone is asleep...adults included! ah, the short, but long windy (crazy) drive home from Achnacloich to Ord... fun in the dark, for sure.

no, I really really really...

no, I really really really don't like sleeping mummy

Yawn yawn... after a fine (late) tea (we were open at the Wyness Hall until 6pm) - and a few pages of Georges Marvellous Medicine, Poppy seems to think that sleep is for losers... oh no it isn't! oh yes it is!... when the lights went out, and the door closes....she's out like a light. Knackered. Jolly Good.

Look I've made an AT AT...

Look I've made an AT AT out of this comb!

I was woken from my deep slumber this morning with a colourful comb that came from a cracker, which slots together, pressed right into my fizzog... seems that ATAT's are everywhere... dem pesky Empire doodz.

Oh hell!...

Oh hell! There's no L!

Claypots again, we've been fascinated by the beautiful collection of ceramic letters that used to spell out "Claypots" on the fence approaching the house... but sadly, only "C A O" were left stuck to the sign.... today, we went digging at the front of the sign, hoping to find the remaining letters... bingo!... bar one... but, we're going to look harder next time! Check these beauties out...

Don't put juice in my beer...

Don't put juice in my beer, it'll explode!

"will it blow up the glass?" "yes, and then the house, then the street, then Inverurie, then Aberdeen, then Grampian, then Scotland, then Britain, then Europe, then THE WORLD!" "will my toys and books be OK?" "NO - THEY WILL EXPLODE TOO"... "ok, I won't put juice in your beer"... "thanks, disaster avoided".

Can we go for a walk...

Can we go for a walk, so we can go to a charity shop?

yes, poppy the toy collector calculates that when mummy goes out for a hair cut, daddy could buy another toy for her one day after she got one from mummy... Devious.

What are you going to do?

What are you going to do? Put plasters on my teeth?

poppy was naughty today, she bit mummy's hand, as she didn't want help crossing the road - mummy said "I'm going to have strong words with you when we get to the other side! And poppy snaps back with this! What would you do? Ah, hello the next 17 years. I hope it's not a metaphor for Tory rule!

The telephone is...

the Telephone is drip drop dripping into the bucket!

poppy sticks the model telephone to the ceiling of one of her dolls house rooms and shouts this to me... carol-anne? go to the light carol anne!"