Blog Rule # 1: Don't give up

I've been re-reading old blog posts today and they are so fun to be able to look back on! To this end I'm going to try and start blogging again - I had another baby and I thought I might start documenting her earlier than the last? Is that unfair to Jo? Possibly. Or I've just learned my lesson. Either way I want to have more stories to look back on. 

So, viva la blog! I won't be deterred by a year absence - I'm back. And you know I'll be adding backdated posts too. It's how I roll.

So here's a picture from today. This is my adorable second baby refusing to nap. This is what she did pretty much all day.  I think she just wants all the cuddles the world can afford her. Or it's the dairy I ate.... Poor girl. 

Jo's Rules: Phone Usage

Trying to get my attention while I'm using my phone....
Jo: mummy, you can't send a message anymore!

Me: are you being rude right now?

Jo: no, I'm just being nice! 

Jo Rules: Love

Me : Hey, Jo! I Love You! (accompanied by enthusiastic voice and cuddles)
Jo: I love... ME! (also enthusiastic)

Jo Rules: Gratitude

"Dear Heavenly Fada
Thank you for today
Thank you for my family
Thank you for my bubbles"

Jo Rules

Jo: What'd you do today?
Irene: Well, I went to work and I watched soccer...
Jo: Oh that's cool!

Jo: Did he fall down?
Me: Yes
Jo: Is he ok now?
(Too much football perhaps?)

Jo: *yells at screen*
Come on you guys!

I'm making a World Cup fan one day at a time over here.

Jo Rules

We are currently working on getting Jo to include please when asking for things.

Jo: "I'm hungry!" 

(This is the daily breakfast announcement)

Adam: "what do you say?"

Jo: "I want ice cream!"

Jo Rules: Bring a Friend (Update)

Jo and Harriet continue to be firm friends, however, they recently had a slight bump in the road.

From the kitchen I heard the toilet lid closing and said to Adam:
"Has Jo locked herself in the bathroom again?" (Just to clarify, she's not locked in in the traditional sense. She frequently goes in there and closes the door on herself, which, since she lacks the dexterity to reopen said door, effectively results in her being locked in to the bathroom)
"Probably" says Adam and proceeds to investigate.
Whereupon we proceed to utter some of the best phrases yet in our parenting adventure.
"No baby in the toilet, Jo!"
"We don't put babies in the toilet"
So on and so forth.

Jo has made many mentions of this over the days since.
"Baby's wet" she has told me, as well as "she's all wet" and "wipe!" (her preferred post-toilet command but this time applying it to Harriet).  The rules have also been reiterated for me. "No baby in the toilet" she has solemnly informed me on several occasions.

I'm glad the lesson has sunk in. I must admit I'm concerned. She not only dunked Harriet - she closed the lid on her.

Clearly making nefarious plans