Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Superman Is A Girl

... well according to my son he is.

Upon turning on the laptop this morning I was told off by Callum for our desktop picture being changed, it's now this photo of him instead of this photo.

I commented on how the new one was cool and he looked like he was being Superman flying down the slide tunnel at the park. The following conversation then took part:

Callum: I'm Spiderman not Superman!
Me: But Superman flies and that's what you look like you're doing.
Callum: I'm swinging like Spiderman does and then I crawl up the wall like him.
Me: Why do you want to be Spiderman and not Superman?
Callum: Superman is a girly girl and Spiderman is a boy. That's why Mummy.

I then hear a burst of laughter from the bedroom where hubby has just heard what Callum said. The little monkey monster won't elaborate on why Superman is a girly girl but maybe this explains why he tore up the Superman costume cloak thingy he had the other week. Oh well maybe I should be thankful that he hasn't chosen to try and be Wolverine and is taping knives to his hands.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

You Need This Mummy

Just a quick post but I had to put this down.

This morning Callum and I were discussing about breakfast. I asked him what he wanted and he gave his normal answer of "A surprise please Mummy." So I jokingly said "Oh but if I do that will it be something you like or something horrible." He then ran over to me, jumped on my lap and gave a huge hug and kiss. When I asked what that was for, he replied saying "You need this Mummy." Maybe he was trying to bribe me into doing a nice surprise breakfast but I'm not complaining. He may be a little monkey monster but he is a loving one.

Oh and he had two apples for breakfast, his choice.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Proud Mummy Moment

The last few days Daz and I have been discussing our concerns over whether Callum was learning some things at playschool that we were told he would do when we first enrolled him there. They were only meant to be basic things like writing your name and recognising certain basics words but this last week (basically since we had an open evening at Callum's school to be) we've wondered and obviously worried that other children who have attended playschools that seem more intent on the learning aspect rather than the play aspect will be further advanced in their education than Callum who's playschool is all (and I agree with this) about play.

So you can imagine my surprise and proud joy when I was told by Callum's "teacher" Audrey that she had something to show me that Callum did on Tuesday and when she showed me it was Callum's name written ever so smartly that he had done himself. I wanted to take it home and frame it but alas it has to stay at playschool and go in his folder. Still I walked out of there feeling very proud of my special little monkey monster. And there he was yesterday telling me he didn't know how to write his name. LOL.