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Sunday, October 03, 2010

Something about that face says "It's my birthday"...


She hasn't eaten that much cake since... well, since Thursday actually. To be honest, she's barely stopped for three days. But we've had a lot to celebrate.

This time, however, she was fully justified in stuffing chocolate into her mouth for nine hours straight, because yesterday was her birthday. It's exactly two years since Lisa and I gave up sleeping, going out, watching DVDs, and basically doing anything and everything we used to enjoy. And it's been the best two years of our lives.

Needless to say, Amelie received more gifts than is probably healthy. Frankly the living room looks like a branch of Toys R Us. Here she is wearing her Winnie the Pooh watch, whilst feeding Baby Born with one hand on her Hungry Caterpillar book...


She's also wearing her Night Garden wellie boots, but they're out of the picture.

In addition to that, we're having to get used to the constant whirring of a cheap electric motor, as she travels around the flat on her motorbike. After a cautious start, she's got used to the controls remarkably quickly, and as of this afternoon, she's fully capable of climbing onto it in the living room, pressing the accelerator, and steering herself around the sofa and all the way into the kitchen to ask for a biscuit. She should be morbidly obese by Christmas.

Lisa and I may be encouraging her to live the life of a couch potato, but fortunately Big Sis is doing her best to educate the girl. She bought Amelie a talking dog which can connect to the internet to download information specific to your child. As a result, the dog now knows her name, favourite food, favourite colour, and general likes and dislikes. Amelie can't believe how much they've got in common. She sits there shouting "Dog talking to me!", before discussing how much they both like apples.

Anyhoo, Lisa and I both grew up in abject poverty, and regularly bemoan the fact that no childhood videos exist of either of us. So we're making up for it with Amelie. I don't really expect anyone to sit through all fifteen minutes of what follows (unless you gave her a present and want to see her opening it), but she'll thank us for films like this when she's older. Assuming she's still speaking to us by then...


Admittedly her conversations with the dog are a bit limited, and the two of them are still fighting over apples, but you should see Amelie on the bike now. She's like Barry Sheen. But with more crashes.

4 comments:

Lisa said...

Abject poverty? Speak for yourself. My mother was no stranger to catalogue debt.

Could Am be anymore excited by the wrapping paper?

Phil's Mum said...

Who would have thought a toy dog would teach her to say 'Amelie'!

Dave said...

I know they make dolls that are more and more life-like, but I was a bit taken aback with the 'Baby Born with one hand'.  Then I read it again.

'old' friend said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMELIE! Another year flown by. I wonder what the next one will bring!