Week 191

Dear Genevieve,

This was a really big month for us with a number of changes but I think what made the most impact on you was not what I expected. Your father and I were devastated this month when we had to say goodbye to our dog Reuben. He came into our life before you did so you have known him as a member of your family your whole life. We always assumed that when it came to saying goodbye, you would be as upset as we were. It turns out that you weren’t. At all.


Your father and I would tear up when we spoke about what was happening with you but you didn’t appear to notice. You didn’t seem otherwise concerned as though you were scared that we were clearly upset either, you just took it all in stride and were actually quite pragmatic about the whole thing. Your first question was who will be our dog now? When you thought a little more about the fact that eventually we would be getting another dog, you wanted to know if we could get a robot dog instead. You were quite excited about that idea.


If you were a little older I might have questioned whether that request stemmed from the concept that a robot dog would (in theory) never die and therefore we as a family would never have to go through that again. I don’t think that Reuben’s death really bothered you though. You just thought that a robot dog would be really cool. Although I do think that on some level, Reuben’s absence did impinge on you a little. You know, amongst the constant bed changes and car travel.


Since you father and I had no desire to hang around the house and be reminded constantly of what we were missing, we chose to take advantage of the fact that we were more untethered than we had ever been and we went on a holiday. We went to stay with some good friends. We went to stay with your Bepi and Opah. We stayed with my aunt and uncle. We are staying with your Grandad and his partner now and we will go and stay with some more friends before we make it back home. We have been out to see other people too. A friend in hospital, some cousins on both sides, and we will stop by to see some great grands on the way back south. I’m sure you feel like you have been dragged from pillar to post as you have been cranky and moody as much as you have been having fun with all these people. At the end of one of your tantrums when you finally calmed down, one of the things you told us was I miss Reuben. We do too kid. We do too.


So despite the unfortunate circumstances surrounding our vacation, it was wonderful to get away and spend time together as a family. We went to the beach. We went to playgrounds and you and your dad got to cook your “tiger bread” which made you very proud. You even went to a new playgroup up at Swansea and quite happily joined in with the other kids which was cool. I know that you can talk the hind leg off a horse and that you are crazy and silly and loud when you want to be so sometimes I forget that you can be really reserved around strangers. Either that or you just ignore them (you opted to have a bath one evening with the cousin that you had just met but you both just sat beside each other, talking and playing individually and not together). I am sometimes concerned that you might appear rude because you seem sullen when you are encouraged to play with others and are more interested in amusing yourself. I was glad to hear you were happy to join in and play that day though. Maybe those other kids just became your “me time” so far away from home…



Other than the obvious things that happened this month, you continue to amuse me with the things you say or try to say as it were. For some reason we are getting a lot of “hippee” recently. The “yip” sound of the exclamation seems to have escaped you so far as does the “hoo” in hooray. Whenever we sing the play school song, its hip hip array! And we went to see play school this month too. As it is their 50th year and you are now old enough to enjoy it, your father and I took you to a live concert. I think you enjoyed yourself. You wouldn’t get up and dance and shout out as the hoards of other children did but you did appear to have a good time. You were hungry and tired by the end though so I’m sorry about that. We were trying to cheer you up by finding out what you wanted so we could make it happen but at that point, you just didn’t have the words.


Its not as though you don’t have the vocabulary though. When you are rationalising something out, you get quite a lot of words in there. You like to tell us and yourself and anyone who will listen really exactly what is happening, how it is happening and why it is happening. You seem to feel that unless a full explanation is provided, people might be unsure of just what is going down. The reason must be clear. And in this, I think you are very much my daughter. There is an analytical mind in there no matter how left of field your father thinks you can be. And its cute. You know, up until the point that we really want you to stop talking about something and just do the something that you are talking about.


Alles Liebe,


Week 187

Dear Genevieve,

We found a new favourite book this month. Naughty Mabel. Its about a French Bulldog belonging to a couple in the Hamptons. Written in the first person, the book depicts some of the escapades that “Naughty Mabel” gets up to all in the voice of a self-absorbed socialite. Its not a book I feel that I can do justice to unless I am reading in an accent that I can best describe as camp as a row of tents. It’s a lot of fun. And perhaps because I clearly enjoy it so much, you have requested it again and again.


We have read this book almost every day since we got it and you have shown it to a number of family members which cracks me up. Not because you love the book too or you want to share the book but because you like to read it. And you have memorised a lot. I watched you sit at the bench with your Aunt the other day and as you turned the pages you said I am Mabel and this is my humble abode and five is the new three and later on, I was flabbergasted. I don’t think you fully understand either the humour or the vocabulary used in the book but I think its awesome to see a three-year-old use the word flabbergasted.

Another favourite this month was not so much a book as a story. Or stories. You have also fallen in love with My Naughty Little Sister. Nightly as you go to sleep, we leave either music or a recording of Winnie The Pooh playing on an iPhone. In the age of digital media and associated platforms, we can leave just about anything on repeat and without break. When I was growing up though, we had records and cassettes. I would go to sleep with books on tape that would stop after one side and I still have these within the house. I pulled out one of my favourites, Felicity Kendall reading My Naughty Little Sister, for you to listen to the other day and you were hooked.

Now when you go to sleep, you like to listen to the tales of My Naughty Little Sister and Bad Harry. You insist on picking which of the two tapes you are going to listen to and perhaps fortunately, you have not yet figured out that each of the tapes contains two sides. I only let you listen to one side per night because the thing it, you actually listen to it. You stay awake for the whole thing! You don’t fall asleep like you do to Winnie The Pooh or Dr Seuss, you enjoy each of the stories till the tape player clicks off and you let us know we can return you to the regularly scheduled program of sleepy-time sounds.


Also part of your established bedtime routine is your prayers. You still favour the little book I gave you last month however you now like to say them all by yourself. Which would be fine except for the fact that you can’t read so you don’t know which one should be read on which day. As a consequence, you expect us to read the very beginning of each line so you get the right one but during which you will frustratedly interrupt with no. No to get us to shut up so you can recite the full line yourself. I find I am equal parts amused that you really want to do it “all by yourself” and irritated that you can be kind of rude about it.

Because in general, you do seem to be showing more attitude lately and have been displaying more characteristics that we would consider rude or selfish. You will still go into meltdown mode if we happen to turn off a Genni tv show. Even if we have already mutually agreed that this will take place after what you have been watching is finished. In order for you to actually get tv though, you have started to say I have been so nice today mum…what can I have? If we tell you that we are happy with you, we hear what do I get? I suppose we have brought it on ourselves because we like giving you things and making you happy but this attitude and sense of entitlement is not going to help you fare well in this life. And the constant what else is not going to help you fare well with me either.

You have taken to demanding a litany of options when you ask us a question like what can I have to eat? You are not content to only have a couple of options from which to choose and seem to be hanging out for a better option as though one will always present itself. What else, Mama, what else? There are times when this desire not to settle will actually help you to grow as a person. It will assist you in striving for new things and may help you imagine and create. I hope as a parent not to quash that trait in you. You should be able to question the world around you and be able to search for bigger and better. But sometimes, for my sanity as a parent, you can have a cheese sandwich or a yoghurt. That’s it.


So with the coming of new stages in your life, we also see the passing of old ones. It struck me the other day that you no longer come and snuggle with us in the mornings. When I was pregnant, you used to wake up early in the mornings and come and climb into bed with us and go back to sleep. As much as it was occasionally frustrating with my huge belly, it was sweet that we had that time together as a family. You no longer just come in and rest with us though. You stay in your own bed until you are ready to get up and start the day. Or, you know, until you wake up cold. I swear kid, you are going to have to learn to stay under the covers at night in winter. Either that or we might have to start putting you to bed dressed like the Michelin Man. Its winter!


The only other thing that deserves a mention this month is that whilst playing outside in a yard, you stepped on a screw which became slightly embedded in your foot. It was an unfortunate accident but you were terribly brave and have recovered well. You are my little trooper.

Alles Liebe,

Week 183

Dear Genevieve,

In the past month, you have discovered your love of consumerism. Unfortunately, you have also felt the effects of a lack of personal funding and unsympathetic parents. I know this because we got Foxtel this month. Shortly after which I decided that even if it wasn’t a ridiculous waste of money I wouldn’t want it. Partly because for the majority of the time, there is bugger all that I actually want to watch and mostly because every single time you see a toy advertisement, you tell me that you want the item or ask me how you can get it.

So far we want Geli Baff, a Sofia the first Mermaid Doll, a Peppa Pig house, some Lala Loopsy babies, the Pet Parade set and the list goes on…All of a sudden it feels like every second thing out of your mouth is something selfish like I want or when can I have which is a shame. I get it, I do. Seeing all these shiny and new things on the tv makes them look so attractive. And I’d say they were all cheap and plastic and not worth it although the reality is that most of them are bloody expensive…and not worth it. So we will ride out the Foxtel trial and you will no doubt continue to lust after things that we wont buy you and which you will never afford on your own and then we will go back to watching ABC2. Which has no ads at all. I miss the ABC!


Also in the meanwhile or for a couples of whiles as you have started to refer to some periods of time, you may continue to pitch absolute fits when you don’t get what you want. We have had a return to the total meltdown, kick-and-scream-it-out tantrums this month. You will screech at the top of your lungs repeatedly but otherwise shut down and not listen to a thing we say or want to let us anywhere near you. You get so worked up that you are practically hyperventilating and I think you become more upset by your physical discomfort than whatever it is we have denied you. We have had this during the days this month but you have also woken us up a couple of times with night terrors which are pretty much the same. I think you are getting over-tired. Most of the time you get by through the day with no nap and you sleep through the night but now and then it all gets the better of you and you need some extra sleep. When you do get extra rest, you are much less cranky. You are still moody though.

When you are not having out and out fits of pique because we are the absolute worst and most horrible parents on the planet, you can get quite sensitive when we tell you no. You have started to put yourself in time out, sometimes at the first sign of trouble. We might tell you off for kicking your legs too close to Elliot’s head and sternly request that you stop and your response will be to get upset and run away to your room. Your bottom lip will come out, your eyes will be cast down and you will scamper off and throw yourself onto your bed or the chair or whatever surface will help you to fully wallow in your own self-pity. We never tell you to leave but there are apparently times when you feel that it is not worth fighting with us and you would rather feel sorry for yourself. Either that or you are smarter than we think and on some level you are just trying to manipulate us into feeling sorry for you. You love to control the environment around you.


Since we have had sickness in the house this month, you have taken to telling your father that he should take a rest during the day. I believe this is mostly because you see him as your competition for the tv and if he is in bed, you have free reign. Which is not far off because if you have been out at a playgroup or something in the morning, I am not adverse to you quietly watching “Genni tv” in the afternoon. I believe you also want him to rest though in the hope that he will be less cranky. That makes your life easier. When things don’t appear to be going your way though, you have started to tell us that you are making a deal.

We make deals with you all the time. This many mouthfuls for a dessert, this much quiet time for some tv, this amount of chores for an outing to the park. You have picked up the concept that deals help you to get what you want. You haven’t quite comprehended the concept of quid pro quo though. It has not quite sunk in that for you to get something that you want, we have to get something that we want in return. So when we ask you to stop doing something you want to do, you tell us no, I’ll do [this] and I’m making a deal. Which is Genevieve speak for I intend on doing exactly what I want to do and nothing else. So far it hasn’t worked for you at all but you still seem to try it on occasionally just to see if it will.

Other than that, you are still Miss Manners when it suits you. We get told off for speaking with our mouths full at the table or for doing anything that we tell you not to do. It seems you are frequently a cross between a mirror and a parrot. Particularly when you brought it home to me recently how often we say damn it around you. We were sitting in church (although thankfully not in a service) when you dropped some pencils and got frustrated. Your first response was to say damn it, damn it, damn it. My immediate response (apart from crap!) was don’t make a big deal, don’t make a big deal, don’t make a big deal. I asked you why you said those words. I suggested that if you were upset or frustrated you should say oh no or that’s a shame. I said the words you used were not nice words to say. It was at this time, one of the other kids in the room piped up and asked me what you had said. I told him that I wasn’t going to repeat what was said because we shouldn’t use those words and I had finished talking to you about it. There are things that we just shouldn’t say. It was at this point that he earnestly advised me that we don’t say what the hell either. No kid, no, we don’t. Especially not in church.


But despite your perhaps ill choice of words when you weren’t really thinking, I think you have just about memorised the prayers in the prayer book I had when I was a little girl. I gave you the book of goodnight prayers a while ago that contains a short verse for every night of the week. You like to say the right one each night and remind us if we forget. You are unfamiliar with some of the words though so sometimes you make bits up and just match the vocal sounds and syllables which you say very earnestly. Its quite cute. As is the fact that you wanted to cut your barbie’s hair. Most parents might be upset that you wished to take a pair of scissors to your doll however when we asked you why, you said that you wanted Barbie’s hair to be short just like yours. I figure that if you want your doll to look like you instead of you wanting to look like the doll, that means we are doing something right. So I told you that the next time we get your hair cut, we’ll ask the hairdresser to cut your doll’s hair too. I am very proud of you little one…but I still don’t agree with you cutting your dolls’ hair willy nilly.

Alles Liebe,

Week 109

DecemberDear Genevieve,

Holy Moses, you turned 2 in December! I feel like saying how did that happen but that would seem a little ridiculous because I was there, you know? For your beginning and your continuing thus far…And to date, you’re still “little” and still free at a lot of places which, quite frankly, we’re very pleased about (sadly no longer on airlines though), but you are not really a toddler anymore and you are certainly not a baby. You are my bonafide pint sized bundle of energy. You are a little minx. On occasion, a toad. But mostly my zany little girl.


You have this ability to embody still and quiet as you put your baby doll to bed or you prepare a cup of tea in your kitchen. You also have this urge for movement as though you can’t possibly be contained and you have to be everywhere at once. When you run from one place to the next, you never go straight there but rather have this wavy trajectory towards your end goal. Your arms will pump furiously by your side and then they will be up in the air as though to help you veer right and then left. Sometimes the running is interspersed with little jumps because this discipline is slightly different again and sometimes you seem prepared to leap and bound from place to place.


We got to see all this at your play centre birthday party. Miraculously, you chose this morning to sleep really late so by the time we had you up, dressed and breakfasted, it was time to head out. You were therefore well rested, happy and full of energy when we got there. And you went off. For hours. Then we gave you sugar (birthday cake) and you went off again. I was sure that we’d need to keep you awake on the way home because you would no doubt pass out as soon as you got some quiet and a bottle. I think I was quite looking forward to that little bit of down time. But of course, you were wired from all the people and presents and stuff because hey, toddler roller coasters! so you defied sleep until the family who had followed us home for lunch left and there was nothing left.

So that day was fun. I’m not being sarcastic either. It was tiring for sure but it was also fun because you are joyful to watch. I am also still intrigued by the way you put things together. In our bid to teach you appropriate behaviour, we now give you the consequence that you will be removed to your cot (the place with bars where you can be contained, it’s true) until you apologise. We should probably be using a naughty corner or something so you don’t start to associate bedtime with punishment but it’s been working for the moment. So much so that when you do something wrong, you occasionally put yourself in time out. When you apologise quickly, I don’t insist on removing you but then you will look at me with big sad eyes and say “cot?” repeatedly until I place you in there, you apologise again and we move on.


Are you going to be a stickler for the rules? You’re not a Libran so equality and fairness are supposedly not driving factors for you. You do like things to be just so though. We have started to joke that you are our own Professional Standards Manager because you are quick to tell us if we are doing the wrong thing. Seatbelt on Daddy! You are very good with the orders. Not always with the please. Or “pease” as it were. We are still working on that one. We are also working on getting it with the rest of the sentence. Frequently we have conversations like this:

Genibean: have more?
Parent: where are your manners?
G: pease!
P: please what?
G: have more.
P: can I have more please?
G: have more…….pease.


At other times though, you have speech that sounds very put together. You have started to speak in simple sentences and occasionally phrases that we must utter repeatedly. I know these are actually single units of speech to you rather than individual words you have put together. I’m  not sure whether you actually comprehend what they mean or just where they should go but you are very cute when we say hurry up Genevieve and you sit there calm as a cucumber and reply just a minute. It’s not so cute however when you bat our hands away from something and repeat no touching! Cheeky monkey.


And speaking of cheeky, trouble found a best friend when we took you camping for New Years. We joined three other families over the holiday break and went camping at Nambucca Heads. One of the other little ones there is almost exactly one month older than you and you two were thick as thieves. When Riley did something, you did it too. If he went somewhere, you had to follow. You bossed him around in turn though and found great joy jumping on an air bed together at every opportunity. You were very disappointed when we left before he and his family did. On the plus side though, we took you to Bepi’s house and grandmothers can make anything alright!

Alles Liebe,


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,


Week 100


Dear Genevieve,

Your vocabulary is ever growing as is your ability to use it. We are now getting two words together as you become more adept at communicating your ideas with us. The most common ones across the month being “Bepi sad” and “oh no, red!”.

The Bepi reference was after one of your grandmothers fell down and broke her arm. Your father took the afternoon off work and drove you up to the central coast to be close to her and make sure she was ok. However, what started out as an afternoon excursion turned into a very long day as you didn’t make it back to Sydney till about midnight. Whilst you were out though, I gather there must have been a lot of explanation about how Bepi was very sad because she had broken her arm and how the doctors at the hospital needed to take a special photo (X-ray). Ever since then, at random times, you put on a very serious face, nod your head sagely and say “Bepi sad”. When we ask you why Bepi is sad, you dutifully tell us “broken arm”.


Your other favourite expression also seems to have come from your dad as he is inevitably present for most of the time you happen to spend in the car. Now, every time we drive up to a traffic light signaling us to stop, you announce loudly with an attitude of sheer panic as though we are about to make a grave error “oh no, red!!”. You are terribly concerned when we are confronted by a stop light. Your eyes go as wide as saucers and there is an urgency to your voice that seems rather incongruous when we are already gliding gently to a stationary position. I’m not sure whether you are actually distressed that we might miss the instruction to halt somehow or you just enjoy making all your expressions as extreme as possible. In any case, my response is to calmly tell you “that’s ok, we will just stop and wait”. I’m kinda hoping you just grow out of it.

And speaking of the car, you have a new favourite song. The clapping song is still high on the list but it is now closely followed by Dolly Parton’s song 9 to 5 of all things. Whenever this song comes on, you are a mass of smiles and you often sit there bopping away in your seat. I’m not sure what it is about this song as we have played you things that we think are similar in aspects like beat and orchestration etc. You have shown no inclination at becoming attached to any other song though. There is apparently just something magic about this one.


So this month has been a busy one where we have filled our days with kindy and activities like the “trampoline place” or swimming (you have started lessons with your dad this term) and our weekends with activities far afield. Early this month, we drove out to Thirlmere and spent a day with Thomas. Which if your response was anything to go by, was absolutely awesome! We all got to ride on a real steam engine which your dad really enjoyed. I got a new lens as a present  that morning so I was able to play and take photos of everything. You were just happy to see a life-sized Thomas. Really happy. The day was hot and there was not much shade whilst we were out which was a bit of a shame. Being confined on the steam train eventually frustrated you as well. The day still made an impact on you though because the first word out of your mouth when you woke up the next morning was “Thomu!”.


That wasn’t the only major day out for us though. We also took you back to the zoo to see the Seal Show again and we took you to play with your friend Riley whilst the dads drove right across Sydney to get you more presents! They had the hard job of working in the sun whilst we got to play inside. And you did play. With each other. It might sound strange but I have never really seen you actively play with other kids. I have seen you play beside them, perhaps doing the same thing, perhaps not. I have not seen you working together to play a game with another toddler though. You two seemed to be having a blast and were giggling your heads off though. It was very cute.


And at the end of the day, you had a new cubby and a trampoline. They were free which was great. We don’t have anywhere to store them away either so we figured we would just “give” them to you. I do wonder though whether we are stopping you from truly appreciating gifts as things just keep on appearing for you. A kitchen here, a car there, now a cubby and a trampoline. Nothing will be special soon. You also get presents from your grandparents “just because”. Last time we were in Canberra, you got a new book which has fast become a favourite. Moo, Baa, La La La is the new go to book. Mostly because you like saying “La La La” with us I think. You are also very good at waving your finger at the same time as saying “no, no”, one of your other frequently used words.

We are still getting a lot of the single words sentences even though you are starting to string things together. Commands are also more impressive if they are simply expressed in the imperative. If your father or I climb back into bed after springing you from your cot to try and absorb that last waning slice of still and quiet before the day starts in earnest, it never seems to take you long to issue “come” and “out” till you get the desired response. You are a very cheeky little minx. You have even taken to calling me “Alex” on occasion whenever your father happens to inadvertently remind you that this is in fact my Christian name. I’m trying to nip that one in the bud. That is not the way a “young lady” behaves and to be such seems to be an idea with which you are quite taken. You like to remind us or perhaps reinforce the concept that you are in fact a “young lady”. Often.


Although I’d like to point out that in my opinion, young ladies don’t go about opening the front door at random as if to make a jail break. You haven’t actually gone walkabout yet but you have mastered flicking the lock over and opening the door to apparent freedom. We may have to start key locking you inside the house! Either that or watching you like a hawk and then there would be less “ipsey” when “(wh)oops” you do something that you didn’t mean to…which would be a shame because that is quite cute.


So my little one, continue to grow and learn. Test yourself and your surroundings constantly but please bear in mind that we are human and learning too. And when you wake up consistently at 5am, your parents have more difficulty processing everything!

Alles Liebe,