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two little boys on the web
I can sit up all by myself now. Mum was at home with me today and she was chatting with Dad on the computer:
(10:28:51 AM) Joanne: saw felix sit up on his own about 15 mins ago
(10:28:58 AM) Bennett: Wow
(10:28:59 AM) Joanne: pushing up from his tummy
(10:29:14 AM) Bennett: He’s growing up
(10:29:26 AM) Joanne: and fast
I have to grow up fast because my brother Jay is bigger than me and I want to catch up!
I don’t like it when Dad dries my hair after a bath. I let him do it because we count up to 10 and then it’s over. If I really don’t want it then we just count up to 5. A few days ago Dad asked me what we should count up to but I didn’t want dry hair so I said “No”! Dad just said OK and counted:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9… no!
That made me giggle! I didn’t mind the hair drying after that. The next night he asked me what to count to and I said “banana!” So Dad counted from 1 up to banana. Counting is boring if you only use numbers.
After Mum fed me this morning she put me on my mat in the lounge room next to the coffee table like she always does. But I thought I might go and join everyone in the kitchen at the table where they were eating. And I did! Just by pulling myself along the floor while I was on my tummy — commando style.
It was great because there were lots of interesting things to put in my mouth on the kitchen floor, especially when I crawled under the table. I think it was a bit of a surprise for Mum and Dad and Jay but I love it. Now I can explore where I want to without waiting for anyone to move me. I wonder if I will be able to keep up with Jay one day…
Open out both your hands and hit them together and they make a fun sound. Clap! Clap! Clap!
Jay does this when he sings songs. Mum and Dad do it sometimes when I do something cute. This happens a lot. But now I can clap by myself. This morning Mum changed my nappy and I thought she did a good job so I clapped for her. She smiled and laughed so I clapped my feet as well as my hands.
Mum and Dad better learn some new tricks because soon I will be able to do everything they can.
Last night was very very noisy. There were a lot of loud firecrackers going BANG! all night long. I told Dad:
Jay a bit scared of fireworks!
I was sitting in the living room reading my bedtime story with Dad and I heard the microwave go beep to tell me that my milk was warmed up. But I was too scared to go into the kitchen because of the noisy fireworks. I had long talks with Mum and Dad about the noises and how scary they are. But Mum and Dad said that the fireworks were all right. So after Dad got my milk for me I got brave and went to bed and went to sleep.
I had to be brave anyway because Felix is much smaller than me and he wasn’t scared.
I have been eating more different kinds of food in the last few weeks. Mum made a special trip to the organic supermarket and has made me all sorts of purées: asparagus, cauliflower, silver beet, sweet potato, pumpkin and rosemary and even apricot chicken! It all seems quite interesting and is good for throwing around. But I’m more interested in what everyone else is eating. And of course if I’m hungry I just want my yummy mummy’s milk.
This morning I was bouncing up and down and Dad said I was bouncing because I am a young boy. But I told him:
Not young boy. Just Jay. J-A-Y. Two years old.
I thought I should remind Dad who I am and also remind him of some other things about me. He gets confused sometimes.
Two nights ago I was asleep and funny things were happening and there was a spider web. I was scared and cried and Dad came in to see me. I told him that I was hurt with the spider web. He gave me a hug and tucked me into bed again and I went back to sleep. He said maybe I was having a nightmare.
Then last night I was sleeping when Felix woke up and cried in the middle of the night. He woke me up too and Dad came in and tucked us both back in and we went back to sleep. But then my pyjamas went all funny and I cried for Dad to come back. I told him that my pyjama pants were running away. He checked them for me and said they were OK. Then I felt all right and I went back to sleep. This must have been another nightmare.
When Felix wakes up in the night and cries, sometimes I say It’s all right Felix to him and he calms down and stops crying. Maybe Felix has nightmares too and that’s why he wakes up. Poor Felix.