Mommy Got Permission to Live in America

Yesterday we went on a train down to a great big city called London to spend the night, only to get up to a rainy morning.  We had breakfast in the hotel before we went out into the pouring rain, then we walked all over  Bayswater to Marble Arch, then Mayfair trying to find someplace that had a way to keep dry, such as an umbrelly!  Well, anyway, we finally found one, then Daddy and I left mum and JJ and Dylan at a place called the Umbassy, and Daddy and I went to a place mum really likes, called Starbuck’s.  Daddy very slowly drank a hot chocolate, then checked my nappy, and we went over to a huge place called Selfridge’s.  While I was there I watched some of Toy Story on a really heavy Television, because it weighed £33,000.00!  Then, daddy talked to a guy named Ben over at the department that sells armoured cars and bullet proof vests.  Ben suggested a Nanny-Cam to watch the person who watches me, but Daddy said that meant Mommy and Daddy could only watch each other because nobody else is allowed to.  Daddy says that he is very particular about who watches me, and he is, because nobody has ever watched me but those in my family, and Nanny San. 

Well, after we left the Umbassy, we walked all over the place to Paddington Station so we could sit down and rest.  Then we took a train home to Worcester, where I live, and was born.  Well, I sure am excited that mummy and JJ and Dylan will get to come and live with Daddy and I in the Nevada!  Now we have just got to move house twice and then fly on a bird-plane.

Ta!

Kiry (& Daddy!)

An Article About…

Poop! 

We have been thinking for a while when it is that we should officially start to potty train our little Kiry.  She has not been started, but has had opportunities to learn the things she needs to learn in order to prepare her properly for it.  For example, Kiry has had field trips to the loo to see how the grown-ups do it, and to see what is used in the process.  She has also been learning the parts of the body involved so that she can learn to correctly identify the function involved in the urges she has for the toilette.  She has long been taking her own nappies to the dustbin, and getting her clean ones out, and getting the baby-wipes necessary, and so on.  She can do all of it all by herself, except the actual changes.  So, it stands to reason that once all of this is worked out, and once she can say when she needs a change of nappy, then she can also say when she needs to go to the loo. 

Today was a big day in this process.  This morning, Kiry said “poop,” and pointed to the correct location.  She had already gone, but it was the first time she has correctly identified it, and rather than her usual game of getting the nappy and baby-wipes, then leading dad on a brisk run around the living room in order to keep him fit, she actually put the final ingredient for a change in place by laying down and saying, “baby.”  I have always made it a habit to say the names of each thing required to her, and she can name them well now, but I always was left sitting and waiting and saying something like, “there is just one thing missing!  Where’s the baby?” 

So after Kiry lay down, she said “baby,” and I looked down from my chair and said, “oh, you got me the baby this time!  Right then, I had better get strait to work.”  Down I came, to reward this wonderful action of hers with full success by completing the requested task.  I popped open her nappy, and laying there as proud as can be was a 1/2 inch ball of the required ‘poop!’  Of course, I could not just leave her with it, so I had to change the only ten minute old nappy and put another new one on her. 

Maybe now she can reward me with some more intensive training on the potty, to make up for the money wasted on the half-inch ball of ‘poop!’  :-) 

For some reason, she is calling for and getting her baby-wipes now…  :-S 

Ta!

Daddy!

Happy Birthday–The Sound Of It…

Dear Kiry,

I just wanted to tell you that you are growing so big, and I am loving you so much!  I love all the things that you do, I think, with the exception of one…

You love to sing “Happy birthday to you!”  You keep repeating it over and over.  And the repetition is not even what bothers me about it.  What bothers me about it is that it sounds exactly like you are singing “Happy DEATH day to you!”  Please darlin’, knock it off! 

I love you!

Love,

Daddy!