Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: I'm Three Now

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

25 March 2008

I'm Three Now

I had a blogging break over Easter. During this time, Sonny Ma-Jiminy turned three. I will post this quick poem about what it's like having him around, and then I'll slip into blogging hibernation again until I have some reports for work done.

I'm Three Now

I’m such a big boy I can eat spicy food;
I’m too little to greet adults; instead I’ll be rude.
I’m big enough now not to need my sheet;
I’m just a small baby and can’t walk on my feet.

I’m really quite small and can’t eat spicy food;
I’ll charm all the adults cos I’m such a big dude.
I’m a tiny small baby and need my sheet;
Because I’m big now I can walk on my feet.

I’m big and I love a really long shower,
I’m a baby so at dinner I’ll take half an hour,
I’m such a big boy and help Dad mow the lawn,
Don’t ask me to tidy cos I’m only just born.

Babies like me hate having a wash;
I’m big and will eat all my pumpkin and squash.
If I’m invited to help mow, I’ll scream and I’ll yelp.
I can clean up my room ... but demand you all help.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...: Crazy Sister says, next time we get Sonny-Ma-Jimminy together with 4 year old Kindy Kid Cousin we can take them for a forced walk at the shops and see who first declares his legs to be broken.

Kindy Kid also enjoys displaying breathtaking rudeness to friendly shopkeepers, yet attempts to engage uninterested strangers in rambling conversations.; 27 March, 2008 11:23

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I am a part-time speech pathologist, and try to cook, keep a garden alive and take photos that don’t make us look like we are pharmaceutically affected or dangerously homicidal.

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I came up with the pseudonym Givinya de Elba in highschool and it was based on a joke from an episode of Dad's Army called 'A Soldier's Farewell.'

In the episode, after eating too much toasted cheese, Captain Mainwaring dreams he is Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. I don't remember much about the episode other than Mainwaring telling his loyal men (Jones, Pike and Godfrey) that he has been exiled to the island of Elba.

Jones quips, "Hence the expression - Givin' ya the Elber!" (giving you the elbow, i.e., pushing you around.) I thought that Givinya de Elba was a half-decent pseudonym for someone who likes to joke and push people around, and I stuck with that.