Rowan’s 2015

January 1, 2016

Dinovember 2015: Four Weeks

December 13, 2015

UP TO THE END OF SUMMER – May – September 2015

September 8, 2015


Howls when a greenfly flies off her finger. 5/5/15


“No, Dad! You can’t sing! You’re not on stage! This is my kerformance!”


“What are you drawing?”

“A picture”

“Yes, but what’s the picture of?”

“A statue.”

“[Mental sigh] Yes, but what’s the statue of?”



“What have you got there?”

“A snapping and a pecking wooder!”


“Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!”

“Why are shouting ‘Jerry’? I can’t see him… Is he hiding in the Cheerios?”


“Is he hiding in the box.”

“No… He is the box.”


“I just want marmite in my spagette – I mean, baguette!”


“[On Tangled] The witch was mean from the start, wasn’t she?”

“What about the bottom?”

“Do you mean the end?”



“What are we going to do for the weekend? Are we going to die?”


She says the trees are dancing, then imitates that dance, wonderfully.




Recent Conversations, Spring 2015

April 14, 2015


[On opening presents] “We can play with this tomorrow… But today is tomorrow.”


“I’ve got my sword for turning things into skeletons, into bones. It’s got petrol in it. It’s got money. I sell it to the paper shop. That gives me the money to – ‘Choo!’”


“You just made my rummy tumble!”

“It was a debble ducker.”


January: we dance around the house to La Roux. R also likes the name of The Smashing Pumpkins.


“Dad do you like my picture? [on the tablet] There’s nothing in it! But Peppa still said ‘I like it’. I’m going to take a picture of it.”


She is loving Rick Stein’s Taste of the Sea. “I’m going to eat all the fish.” How I actually get her to eat (anything) is promising not to sing.


[Pointing to crisp bag.] “You can’t recycle that. You can’t put it in the recycling bin. You put it in the not-recycling bin.”


We are all sick today. When J tells R ‘You have to be sick in the bowl” she gets really upset. “But I can’t fit in the bowl.”


The New Helmet. 10th January 2015

January 12, 2015

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For The Doting Parents Only

January 9, 2015

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Our 2014 photographs

December 16, 2014

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Wintery conversations, 2014

December 9, 2014


-We’ll go to the zoo today. What do you think about that?

-That’ll be number five!

-Why do you say ‘Number five?’

-Because it’s exciting.

-Number five is exciting

-Yeah, I’m going to go to the zoo and see lots of animals!


– Are we going to preschool today?

– Yes.

– Yay. I don’t mean ‘Yay’. I mean YAY! Say it, Daddy.


-YAY!!! That was loud.


[Singing] Spider-man! Spider-man! What can you ever do?


-Hough! Hough!

– Oh. Are you eating a biscuit?

-No, I eating a philtum.


-[Singing] And the old man died. I didn’t say ‘dive’. Died means go away forever and be dead.


-They’re a hundred years old. That’s a lot of birthdays!




-No, PEAS!!




-Heads or tails?

-Ummm… Snails? No! I mean heads.

-It is heads! You’re right.

-Pea jar, pea jar, pea jar.

-What about peas?

-You can’t toss a pea!


-Want to watch Numberjacks. Why are you putting it on ‘YouTube?’

-That’s what it’s on.

-Mummy and I went on ‘YouTube’ yesterday.

-Oh, you mean,’The Tube’, in London.


-That’s different.

-No it’s not, it’s the same.


Dinovember 2014

December 9, 2014

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Autumnal conversations, 2014

October 17, 2014


“I dreamed about balloons, Dad.”

“That’s good”

“No, be impressed!”

“I am impressed, I said ‘That was good’.”

“That was a tiny impressed. I want really impressed.”

“That was really good!”


“I dreamed about scootering around the school. I dream lots of dreams.”


“What’s this song?”

“Um… ‘Endless Love’, by Joe Goddard.”

“It’s my favourite one.  It’s a treaty one…. Hey! Why has it ended? I want it to go on and on!”


“What do you want on your pizza!”

“I choose cheese! [Later] I like my pizza crispy, Daddy.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“That’s alright…. It doesn’t matter.”


“What are you painting?

“I’m painting a drubbantay.”

“A drubbantay?”

“A drubbantay, but it’s kind of dina.”


“I had a bad dream. The hoover man was here. He had no eyes and no mouth. And no nose. He was hovering up the bed.”

“I want to grow up.”

“You will.”

“Was Mummy a baby?”

“Yes, and me,  and Granny Jane and Roger…. Everybody grows up.”

“And do they grow down?”