the waiting game

Hi, Finn wants the doovey in the toy shop, but Mamma said it wasn't available... too exy or some such nonsense - reeedonkulus! Anyway, somebody called Santa is going to bring it tomorrow... allegedly. We have to leave out milk and bikkies 'cos he gets hungry, and carrots for the reindeer. Dada suggested sherry too. Whaddeva, so long as he doesn't forget the doovey.
Otherwise, been pretty busy, going to music class, swimming, working for Nonna doing the mowing, snipperwhipping, blowing, etc. How can you mow without a catcher? Apparently a brush is ok if you don't have a blow-blow, but I have my doubts.
Tobi came to take fotos - he was quite well behaved, apart from blowing up one of my balloons. I had to tell him off about that.
Right, better sign off in expectation...

Autumn

Dad loves this song - the vid is presciently autobiographical (about me), he feels

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcmARUa8eAc

now I am two

My goodness, oh Dio mio, have I really not posted anything since May? I blame Dada - he's always updating the students' TARDIS blog, although they're meant to be doing that themselves... kids, eh? That said, I did get to go on site on Sunday and have a play with the mazza and zappa

Anyway, mucho changes... I'm two now, have had a hair cut, and greatly expanding my tool set and accompanying noises, although it's hard to beat the grinder and the snipperwhipper. Dada still hogs the bed clothes, so I have to wriggle around to ensure I get enough space for myself. Even had to resort to extreme tactics of 'nocturnalism' a couple of times of late to ensure a more equitable distribution - no skin off my nose, as I can have an early arvo nap! And my fave pic - 13kg of prime Aussie beef!

fave phrases

No more achoos
One two buckle me shoe (followed by inexplicable cackling)
Jennifer Buckingham (smirks, presumably related to the above)
Dada, get up, walk around / away
Finn does poo

sporadicness

Once again, apologies for my sporadic blogging - firstly, I'd like to absolve Dad of a small portion of the blame... I was burning the candle at both ends, out socializing in pubs, as you do on halcyon summer evenings. Then I was sick, and now tantrums are kicking in, so I get frustrated not being able to type all the letters I want (Dad points out this is 'cos I ripped off a few of his keys. Good job he's ordered a new compoota - I can hardly wait!).
So wot's new? Well, I'm big and tall (ENORMOUS) and huge is my new fave word, esp. when associated with jumping on the bed. Dad insists I only jump in the middle of the bed, some nonsense about big babooah to the head if I fall off - honestly, he's SO old. Anyway, I'm looking forward to cycle rides now Mum's had a seat fitted to her bike, although I'm darned if I'm going to wear one of those ridiculous helmets, whether it's got dinosaurs on it or not. Should've saved the $50 you spent on that for some pressies, Dad. I like pressies... I also like mozzarella, ice cream cream, Humpty and the Duck in the Truck. Naughty Duck, mucky rana (frog, for those of you who aren't bilingual). Right, better dash and wake up Mum...