The Georgous

or in Georgia’s words…Chola and Larlie.

At 2 years and 2 months, Georgia is learning to research an awful lot.

Everytime she is asked, “What are you doing?”. Her reply is almost always “Researching.”
We have no idea, where she picked this up from or how she knows how to use the word in context…

• researches mummy’s purse
• wants to do research on daddy’s Dell laptop

inevitably to complete the researcher profile she also wants – lab glasses!

Not that I’m a paranoid parent or anything, but ocassionally i check Georgia’s developments againsts ‘Your child should be doing….’ lists through random google searches. Mainly to know what to expect, and of course the ‘kia su’ in me, jumps for joy when I find out that her development is way advanced for her meagre two-years.

So anyway, I remember reading recently that, at two, expect your child to attempt to use ‘me’ and ‘you’ but also to mix them up, and that is precisely what Georgia has been doing.

‘Mummy, or-or with you’ 

‘When mama talks to you….’

‘Daddy, po-po you’

Apparently Iggle Piggle from In the Night Garden is polite — even though all he says is — Eek. The conversation went like this… 

G: Close it! Close it!

Me: Hey – that’s not nice. Ask nicely. Say Please close it. You must be polite.

G: Pease… Georgie be polite, like Iggle Piggle.

Me: Oh…is Iggle Piggle polite? (This is a revelation – Iggle Piggle doesn’t actually speak!)

G: Oh yes…he says – Eek.

It has always been very important to me to teach Georgia to say “Please” when she wants something and “Thank you” when she’s gotten hold of it.

I didn’t realise how strongly the message had been getting through until yesterday….after doing a half-decent job trimming her fringe (it was getting in to her eyes), she turned to me in all seriousness and said,

“Thank you for cutting my hair”

Georgia’s very own made-up daddy song

Dad-dy, dad-dy, dad-dy

I love you…

Dad-dy, dad-dy, dad-dy

Likes to drink co-fee

Sometimes when we’re in the musical mood, Georgia and I play the piano together. We bang away making up tunes…and sometimes I play bits of her favourite songs.

Tomorrow from Annie (The Musical) is an all-time favourite, and as I played the melody from the show, Georgia tried to lift up the piano keys. Turning to me with a very serious look and a nod of her head she says, “Annie in there!”

Our most enlightening (well, enlightening for me at least!) conversations often occur in the car on the way home after dropping Daddy off at the train station at 6.55 in the morning.

This conversation started like most others with Georgia asking a question

G: “Who’s that?”

Me: “A man” [A man walking along the side of the road]

G: “Whose man is that?”

Me: “Do all men belong to somebody?”

G: “Yes!”

Me: “Oh so you mean like Daddy belongs to Georgia and Mummy?”

G: “Yes! Whose man is that?”

Me: “I guess he must be Somebody’s man then…”

Well, that seemed to satisfy her.

Centre – Santa Claus

Every morning, when we brush teeth before bath-time, we say

“Left, left left, Centre centre, centre, right right right.”

Lab (glasses) – (mummy’s) lap

When she found my laboratory safety spectacles, Georgia asked what they were, upon being told that they were lab glasses, she patted my lap and sit on mummy’s lap.

This conversation occured this morning after  a short discussion on birds and their feathers.

G: “Georgia’s a bird too”

Me: “Oh you want to be a bird?”

G: “Yes – fly”

Me: “Where do you want to fly to?”

G: “Penang – see Mama in Penang”

Note – a long way to fly – over 6000 miles to fly from the UK to Penang, Malaysia to see Mama – (maternal grandmother).