Sly Iz

Taunts me with the last Smarties before stuffing it in her mouth.

Adventures in Aga Country

We had a very nice weekend with the usual gang, saying bye to Blighty with the Tangs and having Izzy get better acquainted with 'cow foo' and Aunty Shen Nieu.

Mm Krispy Kreme

Fortunately Izzy is still content with the free hat and not asking for any of our dozen sugar bombs.

The madness of Queen Izzy

For some reason she decided she had to line up all the chairs in my canteen. Wierd girl.

Izzy overjoyed

Eating sushi and watching her favourite dvds Wake Up Jeff and In the Night Garden.

Izzy reads a postcard from yiyi

'One day... There was a birdy go for walk in the garden. Aunty elaine and the birdy go for the walk.'

Boo's favourite lunch

Pho bo at our local vietnamese. Most of the staff recognise us now because both she and daddy would eat there every weekend if I agreed.

Cake for breakfast

Should be mandatory. Is lovely especially since I've now also spoken to all the family and exchanged wishes with my birthday twins. Alex asked Izzy how old I was yesterday. She said 'she's old'.

Adorable no?

Tonight she put all her teddies on their backs so they went to sleep before she did. Only monkey was allowed on her pillow.

Her father's daughter



Apparently Alex also used to cry when his brother jumped on his newly made bed, wrinkling his sheets. When reminded of this story Alex tells me I'm not fussed because I'm a messy-pot.
Better than a crybaby!

Sammy Eimer
This week we picked up and dropped off one of Izzy's little friends from nursery as a favour to him mom who had to go on a business trip. Izzy was so excited the first night she found out Baby Sam was coming with us in the car. So excited she actually got into the car seat and sat down before I offered to give them little boxes of Smarties.

When we dropped him off at another friend's house, I stopped to discuss a number of things - including why he was wearing wellies instead of his shoes - and Izzy walked into the living room and happily began playing with the toys there. When I told her it was time to go, she turned to me and asked 'Where's Sam?'

And I said 'Sam's not coming, baby, he's staying here.'
And boy did I not expect the storm. Her little face screwed up in dismay.
'I want Sammy,' she wailed. 'I want Sammy Eimer! WAA-AAH!'

It was like she's been watching cartoons of bawling children. Down to the head thrown back and mouth curved downwards like a banana. She really howled for quite a bit before falling asleep exhausted. But then was quite cheered the next morning when I told her we were now going to pick Sam up for nursery.

As soon as Sam got in the car she was all sweetness and light.
'Sam!' (utterly delighted tones)
'Hi, Izzy,' said Sam.
'Sammy Eimer!' (I have to teach her how to say 'I'm ever so pleased to see you.' It would be too funny.)
'Hi, Izz,' said Sam.
'I missed you, Sam.'
'She said she missed me!'
'Yes, Izzy missed you loads last night, Sam,' I said.
'Sam, I missed you.'
'She said it again!'
'Sam... Sam... Sam! Sammy Eimer!'
'Yes?'
'Sam, I missed you.'
'She said it three times!'
'I think she's trying to tell you she missed you a lot.'
'Sam, I missed you!"'
'She said it four times!'

They crack me up.

We spent a half hour in the loos cleaning her after an enormous poo but afterwards she got a balloon teddy and ice-cream so smiles all round.

Izzy reads her favourite book and fields a few calls

Izzy's birthday cake and song (one of several versions)