Sumsies

Summer has got big. Its nuts how much little kids grow and change in such a short space of time. I haven't seen her for a while so it was super duper to grab her and blow rasperrries on her little white belly and chase her round a pub garden in the sunshine. She made friends with a little boy called Harry, who decided to call her "Dummer", ate all her food, and insisted on wearing her pink hat much to the embarrassment of his blokey Dad. Summer didn't mind one bit though- and was gorgeous enough to share her new animal stickers. Peeling them off the sheet one by one and putting them carefully on Harry's t-shirt, she made the appropriate noises for each picture just so he knew what it was he was wearing. Lets hope that by the time she is ever confronted by a tiger she will realise that it actually goes "GRRRRR" and not "meow".

She's talking a lot more now- going through that stage where you ask where her nose is and she points to it saying something along the lines of "nose", followed with a huge goofy grin and enthused round of applause for herself. The joke of trying to get Summer to say "Sian" wont tire anytime soon either, much to the annoyance of our little sister...

Mia: "Say Sian"
Summer: "Shhhh, shhhoes"
Mia: "Sian"
Summer: "Shoes"
Mia: "Sian"
Summer: "Socks?"

Josie was telling me that recently she ran into the lounge to shouts of "Mia Mia Mia Mia"- only to find the little terror standing boldly on top of the dining table throwing a mug of old tea up the walls. The princess was towering above her kingdom of mutli-coloured felt tip scribbles all over the white carpet. Sounds like a scene out of Drop Dead Fred- minus the green suit and ginger hair. And I'm not sure why Summer was shouting my name repeatedly. She was probably just expressing how great an Aunty I am through the medium of pen and liquid.