I have always suspected that my daughter may have a shoe fetish and today she confirmed my suspicions.
Miss Millie has always had a thing for shoes. As a small baby she would crawl over to her Dad's shoes and put things in them, play with the laces or even wear them on her hands. As she's gotten older her attraction to shoes has deepened. It is common to find Millie sitting in her room playing and talking with her shoes or running around wearing my shoes. Each morning she chooses which pair of gumboots (she has three pairs) she wishes to wear for the day and will even pick out my footwear for me too. If we go to someone else's house she will often find their shoes and play with them instead of the toys, lining them up in neat little rows.
Today we decided to go into Napier for the afternoon as a family. Emily had spent the morning out on the farm with Daddy so after a quick change into 'town' clothes, Emily choose her 'town' footwear.... a cute pair of peach coloured dress shoes. After much pushing and shoving it became apparent she has outgrown these shoes. "Never mind honey we will get you some new ones today" I tell my distraught toddler. Finally after some coxing we get her into another pair of shoes and off we go.
After we had wandered through a couple of stores we head to the Number 1 Shoe Warehouse to find some shoes for Miss Millie. Upon entering the store Millie's face lights up, her eyes go wide and she starts demanding Daddy put her down. Miss Millie is in Heaven!!
She trawls the isles of shoes getting more and more excited, pulling whichever shoes take her fancy off the shelf whether they would fit her or not. Poor Daddy has to follow her, picking up the mess while Mummy looks for some new summer sandals. After much hunting Mummy doesn't find anything suitable in Millie's size. So we tackle our daughter, throw her over her Daddy's shoulder (she is quite upset at having to leave all these shoes behind) and head off to another store.
We find the Warehouse. Again Millie's face lights up and a huge grin spreads across her face when we reach the shoe department. "Shoes!" she squeals and off she runs. With a resigned sigh her Daddy follows her, leaving me to search for some new shoes. Millie finds the gumboot section and promptly starts pulling them off the shelf and demanding Daddy put them on her. Meanwhile I find two pairs of sandals that look promising and go searching for my daughter, who is more than happy to try these shoes on. The first pair are her favourite, "Shoes!" she says and runs off with only one sandal on, dragging the second sandal behind her. I guess Millie has made her decision. Do you think I could get them off her again to take them to the check out? NO! So we manage to hold her down long enough to put the other sandal on and break the connecting string so she doesn't fall on her face. At the checkout we have to hold her up for the check-out chick to scan the barcodes still hanging from each shoe, I guess it must be a common occurrence as the check-out chick didn't even bat an eye.
We now have one happy wee toddler proudly showing off her new sandals to whom ever she can capture the attention of.
Saturday, 1 October 2011
Friday, 23 September 2011
The Dreaded Swing
Miss Millie Moo's day isn't complete without visiting each of the three swings we have on the property. Emily delights in the feeling of swooshing through the air so much that she could quite happily spend hours on the swing.
A typical swinging day starts in the morning where Miss Moo selects which pair of gumboots she wishes to wear and brings them to you to put on her. Once her footwear is on she heads straight to the door and demands we go "Swing" whether you are ready to go out or not.
The first swing to be visited is the baby swing hanging from the large acacia tree in the basin. She heads straight for this swing getting more and more excited the closer we get to it. Once she is safely bucked into the swing, her feet kicking wildly, I pull it back as high as I can and let go. "WEEEEEEEEEE!!" she giggles with such delight, her face has the biggest grin on it and her feet flail madly about.
Half an hour later when I am so incredibly bored and my arms feel like they are about to drop off, she is still crying "WEEEEEE!" with every swing. "Two more minutes" I tell her...... I stop the swing and the battle ensues to get her out of it. She clings to the ropes and locks her legs into a bent position making it quite impossible to pull her up and out, all the while screaming in anguish. After a mighty struggle I am the victor and head home again with my squirming, sobbing wee girl thrown over my shoulder.
Our swinging day continues after lunch... again gumboots are selected and Millie heads off to the playground where swings #2 and #3 reside. She heads straight for the baby swing hanging beside the sandpit, "Swing!" she commands excitedly. With a great sigh of patience I help her into the swing, pull it back and let go, "WEEEEEEEE!". This time I don't last half and hour, "Two more minutes" I tell her after maybe 15 minutes of swinging. I stop the swing and another battle ensues. After much screaming and kicking I get her out of the swing and place her on the ground where she stomps away grumpily........ to swing #3!
Swing #3 is the big kids swing (meaning it has no back and no restraints) which hangs quite inconveniently next to swing #2. Millie reaches this swing and promptly starts trying to climb onto it. "No more swinging" I tell my daughter, but do you think she listens? No. I watch Millie doing her very best to get up onto this swing and can't help admiring her determination. Slowly my will power crumbles and with a great sigh I head over and help her clamber up on the big kids swing. She sits there with a straight back, holding tightly to the ropes and grinning cheekily with her success. I crouch down and very gently give her the tiniest pushes, ready to catch her the minute she starts to wobble.
She doesn't seem to enjoy this swing as much as the other two, I guess as she can't go as high so only lasts for a few minutes before deciding she wants down. She does this by suddenly letting go and launching herself at me.
Millie is now a happy wee girl, she has had her three swings and is quite content to head home without any drama.
On our way home Millie spots her favourite person. She takes off towards him like a rocket, running as fast as her little legs can carry her. Her Grampy sweeps her up into his arms and Millie looks him in the eye and says "Swing!" and off they trot for swing #1.....
A typical swinging day starts in the morning where Miss Moo selects which pair of gumboots she wishes to wear and brings them to you to put on her. Once her footwear is on she heads straight to the door and demands we go "Swing" whether you are ready to go out or not.
The first swing to be visited is the baby swing hanging from the large acacia tree in the basin. She heads straight for this swing getting more and more excited the closer we get to it. Once she is safely bucked into the swing, her feet kicking wildly, I pull it back as high as I can and let go. "WEEEEEEEEEE!!" she giggles with such delight, her face has the biggest grin on it and her feet flail madly about.
Half an hour later when I am so incredibly bored and my arms feel like they are about to drop off, she is still crying "WEEEEEE!" with every swing. "Two more minutes" I tell her...... I stop the swing and the battle ensues to get her out of it. She clings to the ropes and locks her legs into a bent position making it quite impossible to pull her up and out, all the while screaming in anguish. After a mighty struggle I am the victor and head home again with my squirming, sobbing wee girl thrown over my shoulder.
Our swinging day continues after lunch... again gumboots are selected and Millie heads off to the playground where swings #2 and #3 reside. She heads straight for the baby swing hanging beside the sandpit, "Swing!" she commands excitedly. With a great sigh of patience I help her into the swing, pull it back and let go, "WEEEEEEEE!". This time I don't last half and hour, "Two more minutes" I tell her after maybe 15 minutes of swinging. I stop the swing and another battle ensues. After much screaming and kicking I get her out of the swing and place her on the ground where she stomps away grumpily........ to swing #3!
Swing #3 is the big kids swing (meaning it has no back and no restraints) which hangs quite inconveniently next to swing #2. Millie reaches this swing and promptly starts trying to climb onto it. "No more swinging" I tell my daughter, but do you think she listens? No. I watch Millie doing her very best to get up onto this swing and can't help admiring her determination. Slowly my will power crumbles and with a great sigh I head over and help her clamber up on the big kids swing. She sits there with a straight back, holding tightly to the ropes and grinning cheekily with her success. I crouch down and very gently give her the tiniest pushes, ready to catch her the minute she starts to wobble.
She doesn't seem to enjoy this swing as much as the other two, I guess as she can't go as high so only lasts for a few minutes before deciding she wants down. She does this by suddenly letting go and launching herself at me.
Millie is now a happy wee girl, she has had her three swings and is quite content to head home without any drama.
On our way home Millie spots her favourite person. She takes off towards him like a rocket, running as fast as her little legs can carry her. Her Grampy sweeps her up into his arms and Millie looks him in the eye and says "Swing!" and off they trot for swing #1.....
Monday, 19 September 2011
Introduction
I have started this blog so that family and friends can read all about the antics of Miss Millie Moo.
First let me introduce you to my darling daughter, Emily (aka Millie Moo). She is a little girl with a HUGE personality that bubbles over each and every day, resulting in some rather interesting situations.
For example just this afternoon Emily and I were colouring in her bedroom, I left her for two minutes to go check on the muffins I had in the oven. Upon my return to her bedroom I discover she has vanished. After a quick search she was discovered... in the bathroom putting her Daddy's jandels in the toilet. Lucky Daddy!
The bathroom is Emily's favourite place at the moment. She will grab any opportunity that presents itself to get into the bathroom and have a play. It is quite common to find her sitting on the bathroom floor surrounded by toilet paper, tampons, plasters or flourishing the toilet brush around like a wand. Luckily she also loves to wash her hands! With her love of the bathroom I thought why don't we try and start toilet training... Emily is more interested in bathing her potty than she is sitting on it. So that idea has been tossed out the window.
Another of Emily's favourite activities is posting things out the cat flap. If something goes missing in our house one of the first places to look is through the cat flap. Keys, dummies, spoons, toys, socks, shoes, cell phones, toothbrushes, crayons, tampons, toilet paper etc. Emily uses the cat flap more than the cats do.
Emily has quite a vocabulary for a wee toddler. She seems to be coming out with a new word almost every day. Today's word was "A a a a Choo!", she says this while pretending to sneeze. Her most used words are "Bye, Thank You, Bubba, Mama, Daddy, Zuri (our dog), Swing, Wet, Stuck, Oh No!, Shoes, Come and There you are!" She can count to 5 and can identify different farm animals and make their sounds. She also comes out with a few phrases that are not so innocent like "Oh Shit!", haven't the faintest idea where she got that one from (I say whistling innocently). Kids say the darnedest things don't they?
Well I better sign off here as Miss Millie Moo has just fallen asleep on the lounge floor, recharging her batteries for her next adventure no doubt.
First let me introduce you to my darling daughter, Emily (aka Millie Moo). She is a little girl with a HUGE personality that bubbles over each and every day, resulting in some rather interesting situations.
For example just this afternoon Emily and I were colouring in her bedroom, I left her for two minutes to go check on the muffins I had in the oven. Upon my return to her bedroom I discover she has vanished. After a quick search she was discovered... in the bathroom putting her Daddy's jandels in the toilet. Lucky Daddy!
The bathroom is Emily's favourite place at the moment. She will grab any opportunity that presents itself to get into the bathroom and have a play. It is quite common to find her sitting on the bathroom floor surrounded by toilet paper, tampons, plasters or flourishing the toilet brush around like a wand. Luckily she also loves to wash her hands! With her love of the bathroom I thought why don't we try and start toilet training... Emily is more interested in bathing her potty than she is sitting on it. So that idea has been tossed out the window.
Another of Emily's favourite activities is posting things out the cat flap. If something goes missing in our house one of the first places to look is through the cat flap. Keys, dummies, spoons, toys, socks, shoes, cell phones, toothbrushes, crayons, tampons, toilet paper etc. Emily uses the cat flap more than the cats do.
Emily has quite a vocabulary for a wee toddler. She seems to be coming out with a new word almost every day. Today's word was "A a a a Choo!", she says this while pretending to sneeze. Her most used words are "Bye, Thank You, Bubba, Mama, Daddy, Zuri (our dog), Swing, Wet, Stuck, Oh No!, Shoes, Come and There you are!" She can count to 5 and can identify different farm animals and make their sounds. She also comes out with a few phrases that are not so innocent like "Oh Shit!", haven't the faintest idea where she got that one from (I say whistling innocently). Kids say the darnedest things don't they?
Well I better sign off here as Miss Millie Moo has just fallen asleep on the lounge floor, recharging her batteries for her next adventure no doubt.
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