Learning the alphabet

The great thing about setting up a business is seeing POD every day. When we’re not working we try to get outside, even if its just for a walk, or we play. Occasionally we’ll *attempt to* create something like our recent Easter Egg Men.

I love listening to POD learn new words and join sentences together. It’s also great to see how excited she becomes when she makes a new discovery and wants to tell you about it! These are all magical moments and I hope through this blog, we’ll get to remember quite a lot of them.

Not that long ago I was in the wrong place at the wrong time (you can read about that here). So, it’s an utter joy to be in the right place at the right time on a regular basis.

Take the other day. POD arrived back from nursery singing the entire alphabet. A to Z with all the other letters in-between. Of course she’s learnt it parrot fashion but she can sing the alphabet. Incredible.

I missed recording it in the right order on my mobile but you’ll get the idea from the video below. You’ll see she’s also multi-tasking. Singing the alphabet and sorting her fruit and veg basket. Hugely important to a two year old.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYbH97BrgpU

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Godstone Farm

POD’s doing well with words of three syllables. She can say “cat-a-pillar”, “ell-ee-phant” and “butt-er-fly” although the latter often becomes “butt-fly”. At the suggestion of visiting a farm, the word ‘animals’ was proving a challenge. After several attempts we were still off to see the “an-am-an-als”.

Once in the car, POD said hello to trees, cars and “wowwies”. Then fell asleep. I contemplated pulling over to buy a coffee when I realised the farm we were going to was 25 miles away. We’ve visited nearby Bocketts Farm on several occasions and we absolutely love it there. POD’s not been brave enough to feed the animals yet but it’s fantastic you can get so close to them.

By comparison Godstone Farm is much larger. There are barriers and a turn style system in operation which made me wonder how busy it is in the summer months.

Nevertheless we were greeted by three scarecrows, goats and geese. And some giant turkeys. We saw a llama in a field who took great interest in us before galloping away. Other llamas hid in a man-made hut. Very sensible, it was freezing! POD was delighted to see ducks, including an unidentified one sitting on a fence, and budgies.

POD is a fan of watching animals run excitedly around their cages but she’s not seen an albino ferret before. Shrieks of “I don’t like it, go away” rippled across the farm as POD saw its white furry body blood red eyes. All was forgotten however when she spotted an owl. An excitable cry of “Owl. Wit woo” was accompanied with much pointing. She loves owls.

Passing through a courtyard we paid a quick visit to a mice maze before reaching an animal handling barn. POD was out of the buggy at this point so we parked up to have a look around. There were two or three cockerels, in a painted trough, two rabbits and a whole host of recently hatched chicks. Although I did get a photo of POD looking in wonderment at all the animals, it is nothing compared to what we witnessed a few
minutes later.

Once POD got her confidence up and saw other children stroking the rabbits, she decided she might have a go too. And she did. POD stroked a rabbit. This may not seem a big deal but it really is. She’s not touched an animal before. She loves them but she’s always incredibly cautious when she gets close. In a similar vein to people, she likes to check them out first.

The rabbit was huge but clearly very comfortable with being stroked by toddlers. After telling the entire room she stroked a “babbit”, POD went round saying hello to the cockerels, the chickens and the other rabbit.

After leaving animal handling, we headed to the large animal barn where POD spotted some piglets. One of which being brave enough to come over to us. We also saw sheep and some gorgeous lambs including a tiny black one. The barriers prevented us from getting really close but we could could still see everything.

A top shelter provided us with views of goats, including a little kid, and the sheep. We could also watch the lambs jump up and down. Although we’d seen a real cow, POD was quite taken with a fake one used to show how udders work.

She would have loved the giant soft play area but we bypassed it on this occasion. After visiting some more rabbits and guinea pigs, we headed down to the pig pens and chicken coups. POD decided to break free from Mummy at that point, until a large group of school children came bounding towards her. We said a quick hello to a horse, a couple of ponies and another cow before making our way to an adventure playground.

We passed the largest sandpit I have ever seen before having few goes on a slide and doing a spot of tractor riding. Having worked up a good appetite, we headed over to the tea rooms to grab some lunch. It wasn’t to be. Three sandwiches left, all of which were egg – POD’s allergic to egg. Unperturbed, we cut our losses to eat elsewhere.

There was nowhere to go nearby so we snacked on Biscotti until we reached a service station. There we picked up M&S sandwiches, cheese and dinner. POD amused the lady behind us in the queue by pointing at Percy Pigs and shouting “pigs”. The poor woman must have been mortified when she found herself letting out her loudest pig impression. Nothing like a good snort in public.

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Decorating eggs with a toddler

IMG_9221Whilst there’s a degree of creativity in our household, you need two steady hands to decorate eggs. I’m already one down from a previous wrist break and I’m attempting craft. With a toddler.

The craft book suggested first off we break each egg in half and join them back together with glue. Clearly asking the impossible we boiled the eggs instead.

Once they’d cooled down, the first job was to glue tissue paper to them. POD ‘helped’ while stabbing the pens we were going to draw on the eggs with into the table. She was then given her own egg to draw on and a stencil. Both were held together in an egg box.

IMG_9232POD’s allergic to eggs so drawing on one caused much excitement. Until the egg shell smashed. Unsurprisingly the stencil was a waste of time, for POD and for me. It was an impossible task trying to hold it onto an egg and colour in the gaps at the same time. We did try. Shortly afterwards however the egg was launched over POD’s shoulder closely followed by a “bellyolly” book and some tissue paper.

After much huffing and puffing POD made a discovery. If you blow on tissue paper it goes everywhere. I’m sure she waited until I had the entire packet loose on the table before she gave it go. Squares of tissue paper littered the table and floated to the kitchen floor reminiscent of a weird butterfly collection. Attempting to catch them mid flight, I realised my hands were covered in glue.

IMG_9231The craft book suggested we stick tissue paper to half of each egg, wait for it to dry and repeat the process. Not an option with a toddler. I decided if I was really careful I could cover each egg sufficiently. Although my fingers did get stuck to the eggs on several occasions, it was achievable. We stopped our craft experiment when POD started drawing blue circles on the table.

Once the tissue paper had dried on the eggs, I was expecting to decorate them. But despite giving them a good covering, they really needed a coat of paint. POD would also paint. Within thirty minutes each egg was looking more respectable and POD had created ten paintings. She’d also added some brown swirls to the table (a “babbit) and made paint gloves for her hands.

I was genuinely looking forward to decorating the eggs but it wasn’t to be. Little flowers looked like splodges of bird poop and we already knew the stencil was a big fail. Arm yanking really didn’t help our creativity levels either. We decided to have some fun with the eggs instead as you’ll see from the photos.

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Red

The colour red symbolises some hugely significant moments over recent years.

The Doves were married in the autumn of 2004. My cascading bouquet comprised of luxurious Grand Prix red roses with velvety petals, white edged ivy and deep red berries. The bridesmaids wore beautifully tailored red dresses. The POD Father and “Ga Gam” wore matching red ties.

The marriage took place in an idyllic Suffolk village church and the reception at a former Edwardian cricket pavilion. We stayed up until 3am, regretting it the following day when our plane was grounded and our mouths dried up. We had an amazing honeymoon in Tahiti. Incredible to think it will be our tenth anniversary next year.

Christmas is a period traditionally associated with red. Our tree is decorated with red baubles in varying sizes, red beads and fir cones tied with red/green taffeta. We all wear red too. Not intentionally, it just happens.

It’s an especially poignant time in The Dove household as POD was born on Christmas Day 2010. She took her time to arrive – 47 hours to be precise. Right on time though – her due date was also December 25th. We called her Poppy. A name we both said independently when we first met her. You can read about that here.

This photograph was taken just before her first birthday. It showcases just one of her many facial expressions. POD is also wearing a gorgeous coat in my favourite colour – red.

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Bottoms

POD’s most recent hobby is undressing and whipping off her nappy. A funny game for a toddler not yet potty trained. Shouting “I done a poo” down the monitor, to get Mummy or Daddy upstairs, is often coupled with “I naked” on arrival at her bedroom door.

Since POD learnt to scale the bars of her cot, and they had to come down, nap time has become play time. Books are hurled off the shelf, toys are strewn across the floor and dollies are mercilessly stripped.

POD’s been saying “I need a wee” for a while now. Despite this the potty is yet to be christened. It remains home to Mickey Mouse, fish and a host of farm animals. It’s also a hat. Similarly, the child toilet seat hangs untested on a door. On occasion it’s used as a springboard to access the bath from a different direction.

Recently POD has felt the need to strip whenever she’s done a wee. Usually this involves removing all clothes except for her vest, the poppers of which are resealed once she’s disposed of the nappy. Attempts to replace her nappy have so far proved fruitless although she will give it a go if she can reach one. Or five.

Bathtime consists of running around naked and diving on Mummy and Daddy’s bed. Since POD said “I need a wee” when she was mid flow the latter is short lived. Much cleaning had followed although her bedroom carpet will never be the same especially after the Sudocrem incident.

POD knows what the potty is for. She sits on it daily albeit just to amuse herself and humour us. I would choose this over the sight that greeted me this week though. You never want to hear your toddler shout “I have poo on my finger” down the monitor.

Thankfully the mess was minimal. I arrived at POD’s bedroom to discover her nappy lying, right side up, on the bed. On the floor was a pile of baby wipes where she’d attempted to clean her own bottom. Nappies were littered across the floor. At first glance I thought it clever POD had sealed some of these. Then I realised she’d also emptied the nappy bin. It seems our little bottom warrior is in training for potty training.

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The ruins of Waverley

POD doesn’t nap much. Not since the bars of her cot came down. Toys have become a far more interesting alternative. As has her most recent hobby. Getting naked. You’ve got to love the life of a toddler.

Sometimes getting out of the house is the only way to encourage sleep. Aside from which I crave the fresh air the Surrey countryside brings. A stark contrast to the smog of South London.

POD and I were off to visit the 900 year old ruins of Waverley Abbey. Situated in a peaceful bend of the River Wey, they’re located two miles South East of Farnham.

I visited once before when POD was a few months old. It was a hot summer’s day and we had an enjoyable walk whilst basking in glorious sunshine. Today was no different in the area being still and quiet. POD was not amused when she was removed from the comfort of her nice warm car seat to a freezing cold buggy.

Our walk along the River Wey was pleasant though and we were lucky enough to see some ducks. We passed a woman with a really old Labrador on the way. But that was it. Just us.

The Waverley monastry was the first Cistercian house to be established in Britain. It was founded by William Gifford, the Bishop of Winchester, in 1128. There were 70 monks and 120 lay brothers in residence by 1178. Floods became commonplace in later years however and the abbey was rebuilt as a result during the 13th Century.

As we approached the ruins, the blue skies turned grey. Then it snowed. Horizontally. POD said “I don’t like it, I go car” but just as we about to turn back, the snow disappeared. So we briskly made our way over giant mole hills to the ruins.

Today only parts of the buildings remain standing although some of these are substantial. The most impressive is the lay brothers’ quarters. The long cellar has graceful columns supporting the vaulting above. Parts of the upper floor and the south wall are visible.

An end wall and parts of the side walls of the monks’ dormitory are visible up to the full height of the gable. Substantial remains of the chapter house and the south transept of the church, as well as traces of the north transept, are also visible. An isolated stretch of wall to the east of the church is part of the abbey’s infirmary chapel.

Having had a look around we followed the River Wey back to the car. Ironically the sun was now shining showing how glorious the ruins can look on a fine day. We even witnessed a heron fly past us. After a fabulous drive witnessing some stunning views, POD and I took to the shops where she took great pleasure in shouting “hello man” at everyone she passed.

The Waverley Abbey ruins are managed by English Heritage. They’re open from 13th March 2013 to 31st March 2014. Waverley Abbey, Waverley Lane, Farnham, Surrey, GU9 8EP.

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What colour sheep?

POD started nursery in January 2012 so not long after her first Christmas Day birthday.

We were delighted the day she said “Baa Baa”. Convinced it was the beginnings of Baa Baa Black Sheep, we put our singing voices to the test and joined in. POD looked at us blankly but I put this down to the fact she’d not been talking long. And I can’t sing.

A few weeks later a friend told us Baa Baa Black Sheep wasn’t sung at all anymore. Times had changed and the 1731 nursery rhyme had been replaced with Baa Baa White Sheep. Realising there might be some confusion over sheep colour, the POD Father quizzed nursery staff:

“Just out of interest, what colour sheep do you sing?”.

The response was pink. “Baa Baa Pink Sheep” had been the reply. Utterly baffled by the changes that had occurred since our childhood we looked up the words so we could do a comparison. And learn about pink sheep.

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir,
Three bags full;
One for the master
And one for the dame
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane
 
Baa Baa Pink Sheep,
Have you any spots?
Yes sir, yes sir
Lots and lots!
Some on my fingers,
and some on my toes!
Some on the end of my little pink nose!
 

We’ve not really put much thought into Black/White/Pink/Rainbow Sheep since that time. Until yesterday. The results in this short video speak for themselves. Sorry about the snort at the end.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCdzltAUdHM

So this week’s magical moment is POD singing Baa Baa Black Sheep and Baa Baa Pink Sheep, learning the word bosh and sharing some chicken love.

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Wot So Funee? Toddler meltdowns

The day started with POD ramming her toothbrush into my belly button. I think it was my belly button. Difficult to tell these days. She was in good spirits though despite her lack of sleep the night before.

We had a fabulous lunch in which POD ate a scoop of ice-cream so fast I’m sure she caused brain freeze. She was so well behaved too, only attempting one high chair escape. Afterwards, with a satisfied toddler sitting happily in her buggy, I set off for the shops.

POD’s sense of humour started to wain as we hit the cobbles of Guildford High Street. “I get out Mummy, I see pigeens” she shouted whilst lurching sideways out of the buggy, arms flailing. As people turned and stared, the volume of POD’s shrieking increased “Pigeens. I see pigeens. Get me out”.

Boots the chemist provided little sanctuary. POD’s hands splayed like spinning fans sending an array of products off the shelves like frisbies. Customers jumped in the air as packets skidded across the floor. Old people stared. Young folk loitered in our path intensifying the rage.

Giving POD a toothbrush to hold provided me with enough time to reach cosmetics. Then without warning it was airborne, shooting into a colourful display of nail varnish like a dart. People looked on with disgust as I placed each bottle in its rightful home, hoping none were broken. It was time to leave. Aside from the chewing gum and Lipsalve ‘grabathon’ at the counter, we escaped Boots without further incident.

Next a whistle stop visit to WHSmith then home. POD seemed visibly calmer at this stage and excited by a nearby packet of pens. She loves colouring. Unperturbed I gave them to her to hold. Yes I know what you’re thinking. You utter fool. And you’d be right. Within minutes, the plastic cover was split, the packet open and 24 pens were falling to the floor in an endless waterfall of colour. After the clear up, we headed for the till at break neck speed to the sound of POD wailing “Noooooo Mummy, go away. My pens”.

In the queue, shrieks of “I want babbit, I want babbit” were coupled with an outstretched arm. Who puts Easter eggs at buggy height on both sides of a queue? Ideal for toddlers to perfect their grabbing skills. POD’s grip tightened when she realised it was “chocklit”. After what seemed like an eternity, we reached the counter.

“I’m sttttuuuccckkkkk” POD yelled at the top of her lungs. She wasn’t wrong. She’d managed to flip onto her front and slide backwards entangling herself in her straps. Having re-positioned her, I returned to my purchases hoping we could pay and leave. No chance. The chap was waiting to see if I wanted a bag for my nine items.

“Mummy I got bogey” a loud voice pipped up from beneath me. I looked down to see POD’s index finger outstretched with a bogey attached to the end of it. Everyone stared as I hurriedly searched for a tissue. Once we’d paid, the race was on to see how quickly we could get to the carpark. Typically POD fell asleep the minute we reached the car, only waking when a cot transfer was attempted.

Although short lived, the nap was enough to re-ignite POD’s sparkly sense of humour. She gave her ‘babies’ “pancakes, egg and cake. And made three out of four “gigaw” puzzles in quick succession. Much fun was had at bathtime, especially when two cups of water went overboard, and we followed up with The Smartest “dynat” in Town. Then after re-placing the nappy POD had taken off, she settled down to sleep.

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Saturday is caption day!

This is POD looking incredibly serious having stuck Play-Doh to her nose. If you fancy adding a caption to this rather amusing photo, go right ahead!

 

 

 

 

 

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