Week 104


Dear Genevieve,

You started singing to yourself this month and it was quite adorable. We heard constant renditions of the song Baa Baa Sheep. The colour was apparently irrelevant. There were a couple of different versions that seemed to feature frequently, or perhaps it was merely that you have no qualms about jumping into the middle of a song at random. Yes sir, yes sir is after all an easy line to begin. It’s the “ha hawa oo(l)” that is a little trickier to get your tongue around. Then of course there are those lines that are very similar and each begin with the same three words. Some might argue that the repetition could make them easier to learn but you seem to feel that the repetition is more of a placeholder or a suggestion really and its only worthwhile making an effort to articulate say master or lane.


But then again, it might be that the emphasis on those final words in a line makes them easier to differentiate because you love to join in when we read you rhyming stories as well. Two new favourites that we have added into our reading list this month are What’s in the Bathroom, affectionately known as “Farmer Palmer” and a book we picked up at a garage sale, Rudie Nudie. Which is just the cutest little Australian story about rudie nudies and bathtime. I enjoy reading that one. There are certain pages or words that you really like and once or twice you have also sat beside me and giggled to yourself whenever we said the word “dizzy”. And that’s ok. It’s a cool word.


Your other acts of cuteness this month extended to a lot of dancing, usually done in your car seat or in front of the television. You are quite adept at swinging your legs and pumping your chest out as your head bops in time to music in the car. You know how to boogie in place when required. You also know how to do this funny jump-dance thing which somehow reminds me of your Aunty Ishy when your favourite theme music plays. At the moment, you can’t get enough of Timmy Time and Dinosaur Train which both have rather catchy theme tunes that top and tail each adventure. When you are not strapped into a highchair because we are trying to feed you in the mornings, you jump about, throwing your whole body from side to side as you alternately punch your right or left fist in the air, depending on which way your body is being hurled. You always land with your knees quite bent and your little bottom slightly out, just as in a skiers stance except with some high-5 motion going on…The grin on your face is also huge and never fails to make us smile.


What wasn’t so happy this month was the time we spent feeling sorry for ourselves as sickness ripped through the house. Your Dad was a bit of a show off and he went as far as being hospitalised with influenza B but about a week after he succumbed, you got the virus as well. Thankfully you were not deathly ill, you were just sick. But you weren’t happy. At least not all the time. You are never totally happy when you are not well. You did seem to be digging all the Mummy and Daddy time seeing as you had to miss about a week of Kindy though. And being left at Kindy is something else that doesn’t make you happy at the moment either.


You actually love Kindy. You have a great time playing with everyone and judging by your teachers’ apparent love for you, you are a favourite. What you don’t like at the moment is the drop-off. Your father gets this honour usually but when he was busy lying practically comatose in bed, we had to arrange ourselves so I could drop you off. Now I expected you to cry. I wasn’t worried about it. I knew you’d be over it 30 seconds after I’d walked out the door but I figured you would make a fuss because I was screwing with the routine. What I later learned from your father though was that he is getting the same thing. You are no longer racing off with barely a wave or a see ya but are hanging on for dear life as though we are selling you off into slavery. Sorry Kiddo. But Kindy is not indentured servitude. They just make you put away toys occasionally.


They can’t apparently make you play with the other children though. Rowdy, boisterous groups are clearly not your thing. We had a birthday party to go to this month for a girl that often plays with you at the centre. You were very excited about the party. You were definitely looking forward to seeing your friend. But then we got there and there were other people there. How inconsiderate! There were as many kids as there were adults and there was a ball pit and bubbles and…it was all a bit much. So you just found yourself a doll and started playing quietly on your own. Parties are therefore cool but a social butterfly you are not. You are great with one-on-one interaction but wide scale competing for attention is not your thing. You apparently take after your mother in that respect. So Genni was a little quiet that afternoon. As Genni is what you now call yourself.


When we named you Genevieve, I knew there would be a number of names that could be derived as nicknames. I was never partial to “Jen” or “Jenny” as I thought of them and thought you might become an “Evie” or a “Vivi”. Of course, I now call you Genibean every now than then which is not really any easier to say than Genevieve really and it seems that the decision on a preferred nickname has been largely taken out of my hands anyway. One of your friends from Kindy refers to you as Genni (as I am going to spell it) and you have adopted this for yourself. You love to look at photos of family members that we have strewn about the house. You point out Gigi and Grumps and Bepi and Aunty Tess but this month you also saw a photo of your younger self and announced that it was Baby Genni. So I am guessing that this is going to stick.

Alles Liebe,



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