Training Log Archive: Edmund

This morning mum and I went to the indoor playground with ebby and xavy and auntiejane. It was the best fun I have ever had, I didn't stop running and jumping for two hours and I was all red ad sweaty. Sooo much fun. And we had yummy chips.
We just got back from our fun trip to Perth, where we stayed with grandma and grandad for a few days. Mum and I had such a fun holiday and saw so many funny things, like scarecrows and mermaids and diggers and trains and singing lions and bohemian northbridge residents in funny boots, and aunty carolyn, and baby meerkats.
So by the end of the holiday I was hardly going to be impressed by the lady who poked mum's tummy and told grandma and I there was a jumping bean inside. I mean, mum eats beans all the time. Mum said the bean is called T3 and grandma says it is a baby but i've never seen mum eat a baby. She played with babyben this morning for ages and never looked like eating him.
But it is nice to be home, and now there is a whole pile of bouncy castles in the driveway that uncle ear put there, so I can bounce and bounce whenever I like.

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Today mum and I are building a fence to keep the animals out of our garden. We planted some corn and zucchini and sunflowers but the rabbits will eat them like they ate all my carrots so we need to lock them out. Also the interweb says amongst other sometimes bizarre advice that if we stop telling Tooooby off all the time then he will stop peeing at Dad. He pees at Dad because Dad is In Charge of the Pack but it is everyone's fault. So, we need to find ways other than shouting at Toooooby to stop him from eating the veggies, and that, in short, is why we are building a fence.
The fence will also keep out Emmund's chickins once there are chickins but right now there are not.

The interweb also says that if we want to build Tooooby's confidence, we should stop leaving all our tasty shoes around and then telling him off for eating them. It sounds quite obvious when you put it like that. Puppy training is a lot like toddler training, said mum. I'm not sure why though, I never eat shoes.

So mum and I went to bunnings where there is a fun slide and often sausages but there are no sausages on Mondays. We got some big sticks and I mum chose some seeds for more veggies and I chose some pretty white flowers to grow. They grow on the top of a 20m tall tree but they are still pretty, Dad will be pleased to see them.

Then we played with chickin wire until nap time.

Uncle Ear (mum calls him Ian but that is not even a word) came to stay, he left today. He and Dad drove off in a big truck and when they came back they brought with them 60 slowly deflating bouncy castles covered in mud and stinking Blackwood river water and bits of chocolate bar and energy gel wrappers. It was the best day EVER and Uncle Ear had a special machine that shot bubbles and water at the bouncy castles. Dad says they are boats but that can't be true. Dad is a bit silly.

This afternoon GRANDAD is coming to stay! Whoooo!

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Oh boy, how do I summarise another month of life-changing events?? Here are some recent highlights:

1) speaking of high lights, one day mum and dad went mad, and hung little flashing lights on the staircase and all over a little tree. It was called a criff-man tree and mum and I also covered it in inexplicable blobs of homemade blue glittery stars. Then we tied a sock to my bed and in the morning it was full of cars. And under the tree were lots of castles. I love castles because you can climb a castle but a castle is also a name for something wrapped in paper (it is really confusing at the post office sometimes, "peeeeease lady, castle??"). We did lots of fun stuff that day and then I went to sleep and missed all of lunch except the pavlova, shame.

2) uncle Button came to stay. uncle button is a "laaady" and he helped me to string buttons onto strings so we could inexplicably hang them on the poor suffering criff-man tree. But the next day, as I told dad, "mum emmund watch button ride bike, big jumps, on rocks" and then I decided to change his name to martin, because anyone who can ride like that needs a real name. And after that "martin maaaan!!!"

3) Toby came to live with us! Toby is emmund's puppy and he is a Good Dog except he has to learn to "drop drop emmund's train! Right now! Silly Toby! Stop eating emmund's toys!" It is great fun learning to tell Toby what to do so I've tried it on mum too, with less satisfying results. "Mum! Drop drop emmund's wapping mcQueen spoon! Get emmund mook in purple cup! Right now! Naughty mum!"

4) I turned Two! I'm still processing this because I can only see one of me still but mum insists that I am now Two. But being Two means you get a big boy chair at the big dinner tay-bo and a big boy bed with no edges and a lovely Thomas train doona, which is super exciting. I am going to stay in bed for EVER! Until mum leaves the room. Then I scream "ayeeeeeeeeeee GET OUUUUUUUUUUUUTT!! Ayyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeee! Mum sing geen bottles! Sing three mittens! Dad sing duck friend! Read digger book! Get ouuuuuuuut big bed!!!" Then after 8 seconds I go quietly to sleep on my hands and knees and stay like that for 12 hours.

5) after months of being a right pansy I was shamed by the dog into going into the water at the beach and now I loooove swimming, especially the leaping with great faith into the water, assuming someone will catch me. It makes mum a bit nervous

6) I started my new Alby day care, it is big and a bit scary and I scream from thr minute we leave home until mum thrusts me into some woman's arms and runs off. Then I settle down for a day of fun while mum worries herself into a stressed-out frenzy.

7) oh lots of stuff happened. I can now: do a 12 piece puzzle; read 5 letters; count to 12; tell granite from other sorts of rocks; tell at least 5 sorts of flower; talk in sentences; feel empathy ("aaawwwww poor molly! Molly sad! Emmund hit poor Molly! Naughty emmund!); crack eggs mostly into a bowl; make a cars and chickens from Lego; throw a tennis ball; dig a hole with a spade; do roly polys down the hill; hand feed a camel. And lots of things.

It is fun being Two!

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