Rosemary tells us about her Mummy and Daddy

This is cross-posted from ‘the other blog’, as it’s a very Rosemary-centric post. And I thought it was only fair to ask her the same questions about Chris. Here are the results:

Mummy

1. What is something Mummy always says to you?
   Stop!
2. What makes Mummy happy?
   Not shouting.
3. What makes Mummy sad?
   Shouting
4. How does Mummy make you laugh?
   Tickling me [did give her some hints after an initial ‘I don’t know’]
5. What was Mummy like as a little girl?
   I don’t know.
6. How old is Mummy?
   70
7. How tall is Mummy?
   This tall [pointing at me]
8. What is Mummy’s favourite thing to do?
   Work
9. What does Mummy do when you’re not there?
   Work!
10. If Mummy became famous what would it be for?
    Television
11. What is Mummy really good at?
    Painting
12. What is Mummy not very good at?
    Work
13. What does Mummy do for her job?
    Maybe paddling pools
14. What is Mummy’s favourite food?
    Pasta
15. If Mummy could have one wish, what would it be?
    Chocolate, maybe.

DADDY

1. What is something Daddy always says to you?
   Milk [holding up a cup of milk]
2. What makes Daddy happy?
   Spraying [pointing at water spray]
3. What makes Daddy sad?
   Shouting
4. How does Daddy make you laugh?
   Tickling
5. What was Daddy like as a little boy?
   I don’t know.
6. How old is Daddy?
   70
7. How tall is Daddy?
   This tall [drawing a long line all the way up the page]
8. What is Daddy’s favourite thing to do?
   Work
9. What does Daddy do when you’re not there?
   Work!
10. If Daddy became famous what would it be for?
    I don’t know.
11. What is Daddy really good at?
    Looking for snails and slugs
12. What is Daddy not very good at?
    Not eating bananas [not sure if she understands about double negatives or if she actually means he’s no good at eating bananas!]
13. What does Daddy do for his job?
    Music, maybe
14. What is Daddy’s favourite food?
    Pasta
15. If Daddy could have one wish, what would it be?
    A toy

We were amused, anyway.

Rosemary’s post

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[Rosemary said ‘Can I do some work on you computer? Can I post something with you?’ So that’s hat that was.]

Snow, snow and more snow

And now for some gratuitous snow pictures:

Putting them to work early

So... during the cash-strapped times that are 2009, we thought it was about time Rosemary earnt her keep:


And, of course, as we need to make more money, it's important that Rosemary starts doing her fair share of the chores, so we have more time to work:

More role-play

Rosemary: I need to ask Daddy.
Tasha: What do you need to ask Daddy?
Rosemary: I just need to ask Daddy.
Tasha: OK. Shall we call him on the phone?
Rosemary: No. Can I go upstairs to ask him?
Tasha: OK.

[exeunt, stage left]

Chris: Hello, Rosemary.
Tasha: Rosemary had something she wanted to ask you.
Chris: What did you want to ask me, Rosemary?
Rosemary: Daddy Pig?
Chris: Yes, Rosemary.
Rosemary: No, I'm Peppa Pig.
Chris: OK, Peppa. What did you want to ask me?
Rosemary: Daddy Pig. [points to Tasha] Is Fairy Godmother Mummy Pig?
Chris: Um. What? OK, yes.
Tasha: [rolls on the floor laughing for five minutes - much as Mummy Pig might do, in fact]

Dorothy!

For some reason, Rosemary has taken to calling me Dorothy. Her pink spotty dog is called Toto and Toto is my dog, though Rosemary looks after him by sleeping with every night. Sometimes, she’ll use it to try to get me to stop lecturing her about something:

“So, Rosemary. Remember that, when you go to sleep, you’re not going to call out. You’re not going to get out of…”

“No, Mummy. You’re Dorothy.”

“OK. So, you mustn’t get out of bed. You mustn’t…”

“No, but you’re Dorothy!”

“OK. Well, Dorothy needs you to stay in bed and look after Toto. And you have to be quiet, so you don’t wake Toto up.”

Sometimes it’s easiest just to play along.

 

In an interesting development, apparently Chris is Charlie. We shall if this catches on.

“I tried to strangle a little girl”

This is what Rosemary announced to us over lunch today.

“You tried to what a little girl?”

“I was strangling her”

“Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ah. Were you trying to give her a hug?”

“Yes, I was.”

“And you were hugging a bit too tight?”

“Yes, it was too tight and she cried.”

“Did you stop strangling her?”

“Yes, I did stop.”

“Did someone ask you to stop?”

“Yes, one of my ladies.”

A bit later, we decided on a few more leading questions.

“Did you play nicely with the other children?”

“You weren’t nice?”

“No.”

“Were you horrible?”

“Yes, I was horrible.”

“Why were you horrible?”

“Because I tried to strangle the little girl.”

In the end, Chris phoned the nursery school to check. Yes, she was trying to give a girl a hug and the little girl was getting upset and Rosemary didn’t realise. She let go as soon as one of the adults asked her to. And she played very nicely with all the other children. Phew!

Happy Birthday Daddy

(Hopefully he won't read this until after he's opened his presents.)

Yesterday, we went shopping for presents for Chris. Of course, we had to get the obligatory cup, which Rosemary wants to buy for everyone's birthday, Christmas and Thursday afternoon. But, when we were in the RSPCA shop I suggested we go through to the book room to see if I could find any books for Chris. I thought she was just looking for books for herself in the children's section but, within about 10 seconds she'd come to me holding a small book. "Maybe Daddy would like this? I think he likes books like this one, doesn't he?" It was a small, thin book with the title Goblins Attack. While it is probably not anything he'd be inclined to read (as far as I know) I was so impressed that she recognised (presumably from the picture) that it was a genre that Chris enjoys, that I had to buy it.

Photos

Christmas 2008 in Carnoustie

Christmas No.2 and Boxing Day No.2 (2008) in Stroud

Rosemary's Den in the living room