Once again Andrew has been coming out with some great funees this week. In his world, there is a lot of cake. If it’s something that looks edible, or is in a place with other things he knows are edible, but he’s not tried it himself before, then he will often call it a “X cake” [for X insert suitable describing word]. At the weekend I made some cheesy spinach and tomato mini muffins. They were in a tin on the table for Saturday lunch, and to try and alleviate the tantrum that was ensuing from the fact that I had dared to put soup and cheesy muffins on the table instead of his addiction of cheese sandwiches, I offered him one saying “Would you like one of these Andrew? They’re cheesy!” From behind the flood of tears, the drama king could just about be heard blubbing “Andrew want cheese cake” – to be fair they are kind of cheese cakes, but it tickled me thinking of actual cheesecake and there was no way he was having the treat of actual cheesecake.
On Sunday we went out for a picnic lunch with Granny and Grandad. Now Granny had been very organised and done up a cooler bag with food and of course an ice pack to keep it cool in the 19 degrees heat that we were finally experiencing. After we’d finished most of the food, Andrew was interested in looking into the bag, probably fishing for more food, just in case we’d missed anything. And we had – he found an “ice cake”, which was all blue and cold!
And along with these cheese cakes and ice cakes I won’t forget the “sausage cakes” that I made the other week, another funee from Andrew’s world of cake!
Sadly the parrot bouncy ball that I mentioned in a previous wot so funee post met a watery end last weekend (read the story here), but Andrew still has parrots on his mind. Every Tuesday morning he and Daddy go to a music group where one of the activities is singing songs and playing games around a big multicoloured piece of fabric – the “parrot-shoot” 🙂
The toddler pièce de resistance this week must be an incident in the communal bike shed by our flat that unfortunately I missed as I had gone inside to feed Joel, but Daddy recounted for me later. Daddy was locking up his bike as he had just got home on it, and Andrew was walking past the row of bikes wheeling his bike next to him which he’d just been riding for the past hour. Suddenly a not so subtle sound eeked out from Andrew’s nappy area. Daddy looked up and was greeted with “Daddy did it!” from Andrew who just continued to nonchalantly walk past with his bike. “Erm, no, Andrew did it”, replied Daddy, but this was just refuted with a louder “Daddy did it!” at which point Daddy could see that he was going to lose the fight so gave up – he knows Andrew has inherited my determination. Thankfully everyone else in the flats seems to commute to London, so there was nobody else around at 5.30pm to witness this!