Hey ho, hey ho, its off to China we go!

Daddy-god is tops - the swine!

I'm not sure exactly when it happened, its been building for a few weeks now but this weekend it became blatantly clear that Daddy (the rotten cad) has usurped me in Lulu's affections, and I don't like it, not one little bit ;)

A while back I made the mistake of teaching Lulu the Daddy song, its a delightful little ditty that goes "Daaa-ddy, Daaa-ddy, we love you, Daaaa-ddy, Daaa-ddy where are you" repeat ad nauseum.  She sings this all day long when the Daddy-god is at work, in the apparent hope that it will cause him to magically materialize in front of her.

Several times a day we have to phone his work number so she can listen to his voice mail greeting and occasionally joy of joys she actually gets the Daddy-God in person.

If Lulu is feeling grumpy I can usually jolly her out of it by playing a slideshow of photos of the Daddy-god, her favorites being the ones featuring Daddy-god with Lulu.

Upon the Daddy-gods return from work I am dropped and forgotten like so much "something you would drop and forget instantly".  As Daddy-god steps through the door Lulu is running full tilt to hurl herself at him and from that point on she is pretty much super glued to him.  At no moment is he to be out of her sight and ideally he should be  participating in "Ring a ring a rosie" or down on the floor playing that old chestnut "we are noisy, snuffly doggies woof woof"

They have developed some slightly bizarre games that they both feel to be hysterically funny.  One example is "Ding dong"  in which one or other of them holds a hand out parallel to the ground, slowly moving it back and forth and around and around in front of them whilst making a humming noise and finally bringing it to rest on the others head with a loud "Ding dong!".  Oh yes, funny, funny stuff - apparently.

I wouldn't mind but you know I did ALL the paperwork don't you, if it had been left to Daddy-god we'd have turned up in China without even so much as I-171 to our names. 

I take consolation in the fact that apparently for all his wonderfulness Daddy-god still doesn't give Lulu a bottle or do "Rockabye baby" as good as this Mummy :) - just saying.

Here are some photos of Lulu with her beloved Daddy-god - her smile says it all.

Picking of the Pumpkins.

This weekend we went introduced Lulu to that fine American tradition "Pumpkin picking".  I don't think it did anything much to change her opinion that her poor Mum and Dad are a little "challenged". Lulu has evidently concluded that we are simpletons, harmless "ninny nannas" with scarcely a working brain cell between us (amazing how astute children are).

For the most part she humors us, "sure lets drag this orange vegetable thingy home and stick it on the door step, absolutely dress me up like a goldfish, whatever makes you happy my sweeties".

Although, I did catch her scribbling something the other day, I could have sworn I made out the words " Dear CCAA, matching of parents, terrible mistake, these two ninny nannas, specifically requested Non Simpletons" but she hastily hid it under her Tellytubbie book when she caught me peeking.

In which Lulu goes house hunting.

Hmmm good fit, not too snug, just the right size of me and oh so comfy!

 

Nice sturdy door frame with a welcoming foyer area for when guests come over to -paartaay!

Plenty of room to do ballet practice and still have space for a darling little table and chairs.  Maybe a chandelier and of course this color would have to go, sooooo 90's.  I think this floor might be original.

Hmmm and I'm just picturing a nice little mail box out front, with a tree lined driveway leading up to the front door.


Excellent light and cross ventilation - I gotta have it!


It was just a thought people, just a thought!  Still it has sold us on the Wendy house idea, she just loved going in and out of this crate.  I just hope we haven't been reported to Child Welfare.