May 2011

Apologies: I'm very behind in updating the blogs. Unfortunately all my recent pictures just got wiped with the death of the laptop. If you have any photos from this month, please send them, and I'll edit the posts as able.

Decided to put her pillow down the other end of the bed. She's mostly left it like that since, but moves it in the night sometimes. One night she woke up crying. She had her head on the pillow but was laying across the bed, crying "Where's my head?"

Me: Is your drink yummy?
J: No - it's got a fish in it. Look... he's so cute!!

April 2011

Apologies: I'm very behind in updating the blogs. Unfortunately all my recent pictures just got wiped with the death of the laptop. If you have any photos from this month, please send them, and I'll edit the posts as able.

Jasmine: calling Byron "Elvis"... because she is Fireman Sam.

J (looking at a pic of Zach wearing a green square beanie): That's not Zachy. That's Shrek!

Me: Whoever is sitting at the table can have some strawberries.
J: Byron, can you get down from the table so I can have LOTS of strawberries?

Likes to sleep with her head under her pillow.

Me (to Jasmine, who's about to put her boots on backwards): Other way.
J - turns 360 degrees and glares at her boots

March 2011

Apologies: I'm very behind in updating the blogs. Unfortunately all my recent pictures just got wiped with the death of the laptop. If you have any photos from this month, please send them, and I'll edit the posts as able.

Jasmine in March.

J: He's are!
Me, correcting the grammar: Not "He's are"
J: He's am!

"I don't want to!" "I don't care!" (overused those)

J: Mummy! The block licked me!
B: Jasmine, none of my blocks have tongues...

Discovered "Hairspray" (the movie). As soon as she's out of bed:
"Mummy, can I have my dress on?" Dress goes on. "Can I watch Tracy?"

Me: Is your nose blocked? Say "mmmm"
J: I don't want to say Mmmm

February 2011

Apologies: I'm very behind in updating the blogs. Unfortunately all my recent pictures just got wiped with the death of the laptop. If you have any photos from this month, please send them, and I'll edit the posts as able.

Jasmine in Feb:

She started calling me "mama" for some reason.

Learned to "skateboard" on a slippery board (or book) on the kitchen floor)

Jasmine (to Byron): Don't smack me! I'm a girl!

J: A guitar! It has a long trunk.

J: (Brings me a knitting bag) There you go, Mummy. When we get to the playground, you have to knit.

January, 2011

Would you like a fresh cup of tea?

Or perhaps a snail?

Instant adoption and mothering of Zachary's soft toys.

Quotes for Jan:

"To infinity, and beyond!" (jumps off couch with one finger pointing upwards)

"What's the dirt doing?"

Likes to call everything "cute".

Getting the hang of using the potty.

J: (looking at herself in a hand-held mirror)

Me: How do you look?

J: (turns the mirror to me so I can see for myself)

Byron: Jasmine? How about we get married?

J: No thankyou. I'm dancing.

J: (frowning) Mummy? You're not Byron, are you?

December, 2001

At the Ballarat Wildlife park.

Loves snails, milipedes, spiders, anything...

Playgroup. She got sick of getting her face painted before the butterfly was finished.

Quotes from Dec

"I can hear a butterfly!"

J- BOTTLETOP BILL IS ON!!!

Me- I know; I can hear it, too.

J- Mummy, ssssh!! Zachy's asleep!

November, 2010

Loves her baby brother, but is a bit frustrated that he does not want to sit on her knee and be her toy baby like he's supposed to...

This is Jasmine checking out ants with Byron. She loves and adores all tiny bugs, and adopts them ("These ants are all mine!"), especially milipedes, ants and snails.

She can hoist herself up onto this swing, and now she's also mastered independent swinging. She's just a little bit proud of herself...

Typical Jasmine, off somewhere with an armful of soft toys, playing hospitals or picnics or something.

Activities:

Caught squeezing mayo onto a spoon.

Went to a craft market with just Mummy.

Quotes:

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Look, Byron! I'm hiding! See?

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Jasmine: Mummy?

Nathan: I'm not Mummy.

J: Daddy? You're the Daddy. (to me:) Daddy, you're the Mummy.

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J: (eating a pretend sandwich made of two books)

Me: What's in your sandwich?

J: (opens her mouth to give me a look.)