Oliver's waking thought

Mama, did you know that Biff, Chip and Kipper have a nosey neighbour?

Oliver on jazz:

Mama this is nuts.  Really nuts.

Point proven

When we were at our lovely friends house (Juels, Jon and Olivia) we realised we hadn't heard from Pip in a while.  This was why.  It took him a while to get into it.

Our Pip

Looking back on the last posts, it's very obvious that Oliver has taken up most, if not all, of the recent entries.  Going to big school is a big event for all of us apparently, but it doesn't in any way mean that Pip isn't making us laugh and cry on a daily basis.

He's now at nursery, two days a week, and completely in his own space.  No Oliver, just him.  He can be himself, not defined by his big brother.  And aside from a few hiccups along the way (Pip is a drama queen and the girls at school quickly learnt his tears were mainly for effect and to get cuddles) he's settled in so well.  He talks about his day and it always involves playing with Sofia, Emmanuelle, Phoebe and Tabitha.  Whether the girls actually know he exists / tolerate our funny little man or actually interact with him, I have no idea.  But I think a common love of dress ups maybe the foundation to lasting friendships.

His personality is certainly coming through strongly.  You know exactly where you stand with Pip.  He likes to make you laugh, plays the funny guy constantly, yet can be a sensitive soul and scares easily.  He has all the teachers at school wrapped around his little finger and most people describe him as adorable or so cute.  Little to they know....

His obsession with dressing up, Disney, fairies, and now the Little Mermaid, his role play and imagination continue and are constantly overworked.  For the past week, he's been Ariel from the Little Mermaid, I've been Flounder and Dada has been Prince Eric.   Before that he was Mildred Hubble from The Worst Witch, Oliver was Enid, Emily up the road was Maud, I was Miss Cackle and Dada got the bum job of Miss Hardbroom.   He often asks Prince Eric to dance and declares his undying love for Eric and asks when they are getting married.  To the point, that Mama isn't entirely sure he is her child. A love of marriage?!  What's that all about?

And when not dressed up, he's nude.  He doesn't seem to feel the cold.  At all.  People (who know him) are now not surprised to see him nudey pretty much all day.  We've manage to establish a fairly robust 'pants must be worn at the dinner table rule'  but that's about as far as it's got.  The poor boofy guy that came to our door to sell classes as the local karate club couldn't not believe it when he was greeted at the door by Pip, naked apart from fairy wings, declaring he was Tinkerbell.  Do I need any more material for blackmail at 18th/21st/wedding? I think not.  

I've never quite met a kid like Pip before.  He has uncanny comic timing, which amongst other things, makes being cross with him very hard.  And never more when he's loudly pronouncing to the entire high street of Farnham that he needs to do a really big poo but not before he's found his dress.

He's our funny little man and he lightens our day, every day.  Go Pippy.

School dinners

Oliver started school dinners this week.  It's safe to say it's been unsuccessful.  The dinner lady just sighs and says 'no luck today'. We are going to persevere and Mama is keeping all her digits firmly crossed in the hope that peer pressure will introduce Oliver into a world of tasty food. 

We might be facing an uphill struggle when he described the (what we imagine to be fruit crumble) pudding as  "a few crumbs on top with a jammy smear underneath".  Yum.