The Georgous

Dr Gray Dr Green Dr Red, Dr Blue…

Dr Orange my bed…

as in Dr arrange my bed

We’re in the car travelling back home from Cardiff when a little voice in the back seat asks:

G: Mummy, when were you a baby?
Me: Oh that was quite a long time ago.
G: So where was I when you were a baby?
Me: You were not born yet…
G: Yes but where was I?

…. what would you have said, given that Georgia is just over 3 years old.

Dad eventually joins the conversation:

D: Mummy and daddy did not know each other then, we were only babies. So you were not born yet.
G: But why?

Daddy knocked his knee on the dining table.
Georgia looks up at him and says “Daddy, say sorry to yourself!”

We were on our way to the Rogiet train station when we had this conversation.
G: Mummy, you had to go to the surgery and Daddy and I went shopping.
Me: Oh yes…
G: And when you were not well, did you eat a ladybug?
Me: What? Why did I eat a ladybug?
G: You were not well – you had a ladybug.

Then it occurs to me that we have been telling Georgia that when people are ill they have a bug…I suppose by natural extension it means they have swallowed a ladybug, of course!

This weekend we tried making Char Siew Pau from scratch with dough mixed in the breadmaker. Georgia helped by rolling out the dough balls in to flat round shapes while i filled it with our home-cooked Char Siew.

After finishing our Pau making session, Georgie decides that there has to be more to do, so she asks…

“Mum, can I do something interestable next please?”

I think interestable is supposed to be interesting.

Sunday 14 Dec 2008

G: Mum, how do you spell Smarties?
Me: Ok, you look for the letters and I will tell you the sounds…

We managed to spell Smarties together with Georgie finding all the letters in the word herself and arranging them in the right order too!

We’ve a Smartie here!

The conversation about who else goes to gymnastics. It goes along the lines of…

G: And Anwen will be there, and Shirley will be there.

G: Mummy, who body else will be there?

Interestingly – if you stop to think about it, ‘who body else’ does make sense if it follows on from the ‘Anybody else?’ question.

Listening to our French CD – Salut Serge in the car, we have learnt to count along in French.

“Un, deux, trois… “and Georgia automatically says ‘Quatre’.

G: Mummy, what is Quatre?

Me: Quatre is four – one two three four

G: No, cut is blood!

The joys of being multi-lingual!

I guess Georgia has twigged that it’s more fun to share a bed.

G: Mummy, why does Jay still sleep in a cot?

Me: Oh yes..I think he is getting too big for his cot now. He will have to move to a bed soon.

G: Shall we sell him my flower bed?

Me: Oh and where will you sleep then?

G: In the big bed with Mummy and Daddy.

Every morning when we drop Daddy-dear off at the train station, Georgia blows him a kiss and says

“Goodbye…My Snoopy Dear”