24 March 2011

Stream of consciousness

It's a warm afternoon. I've just woken up from my midday nap and I've got energy to burn!

Think I'll ask Mum to take the lid off the sandpit and fill up the paddling pool.

Then I'll find as many balls as I can to throw in. Again. And again.


Hmm....I know there's more balls hiding in the house. I'll go take a look.



What's that strange noise I can hear....a motorbike starting up? Better stop and have a listen.



I wonder if balloons can float too?



What's in here? Water? Oh goody. Pretty please (I sign 'please' and say 'peez' at this point just to make sure Mum gets it) can I have some in a can just the right size for me?



I wonder what happens when you mix sand and water? Oh I see, a nice muddy puddle.



I think this is where these are supposed to go? If I try hard enough, I might just be able to figure it out



Oooh, this is nice for me teeth. It makes a rather fun, rude squeaking noise at the same time too that seems to be giving Mum the giggles...what's with that?!


I wonder if I'll win any brownie points if I make it look like I'm helping clear up some of the mess I've made.


If I recall rightly,  there's some dice in here somewhere.

Wow, this shaker makes a cool noise. Forget the game, it's totally fun just shaking these around a bit, tipping them out and putting them back in again.

Oh look, Mummy's lined up all the pigs for me. Better show off my pig noises then. Oink oink.




Man I get a lot done in an hour. I'm a machine.

As observed and interpreted by Mummy over a lovely one-on-one hour last Sunday afternoon.

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