I've just realised that my last few posts have been peppered with rudie nudies, so I thought these photos taken after a recent visit to the toy library might make for a nice change. Apparently zebras now play with puppies.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Boys will be boys
Beau is quickly becoming really boyish; playing fighting games, growling and shouting, pretenting to be spiderman (even though he's never seen a single second of him on TV), revving engines of imaginary vehicles (usually motorbikes), pulling faces to get a laugh and showing off his muscles.
He loves to tell me "I a big boy now!", but occasionally reverts to "I too widdle (little), mummy" when things are "garey" (scary). His biggest fear is monsters, especially in the dark. However, his favourite game is playing monsters with daddy, which is basically hide and seek with growling from the finder "Fe, fi, fo, fum, I'm a scary monster, and here I COME!", and then screaming from the findee when they are discovered hiding in the exact same spot that they hid 3 minutes ago in the last game, and 3 minutes prior in the game before that.
These two photographs perfectly capture where Beau is at right now - these were totally spontaneous poses he pulled when he saw me with the camera. Show pony much? I wonder where he gets that from?
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Little Musicians
As a reward for his excellent toilet training (so far - still early days!), Beau requested a keyboard once he'd finished his first ever sticker chart (like Jeff from The Wiggles, he announced). It seemed like a very extravagant gift, but knowing how the Canuks in our family seem to think Beau is destined to be some sort of musical genius we figured we couldn't deny him his destiny (and, who am I kidding, I think the kid's a musical genius in the making too. But then, I'm his mum, and I'm entitled to think he's gifted).
However, in my excitement over nappy annihilation I temporarily forgot the golden rule of parent-toy-purchases: Thou shalt not purchase thine own children toys that make noise. Suffice to say that I can now sing every single pre-recorded music demo on the bloody thing by heart. In my sleep.
However, in my excitement over nappy annihilation I temporarily forgot the golden rule of parent-toy-purchases: Thou shalt not purchase thine own children toys that make noise. Suffice to say that I can now sing every single pre-recorded music demo on the bloody thing by heart. In my sleep.
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| Note: We will incorporate clothing before his first public performance |
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