Thundercats

October 17, 2013

Thundercats

Nancy is basically an adult. She can do fractions ("You have half daddy and I'll have this half"), engage in conversations ("Nancy, what if just hold your cake for you?" "No, Daddy I don't trust you") and occasionally manage to accurately locate a potty. Only occasionally, but it is surprising how much joy can be extracted from being presented with a plastic bowl full of your daughters unwanted organic matter. It's part madness part psychological artifice, because with so much of parenting, if it happened in any other part of your life you'd call the police or a psychiatric nurse. If you were at an dinner party and heard the host tell a guest "No, Libby [all names have been changed] don't try and stab Dougie" you'd probably reach for the dog and call the filth, then put a message on facebook to show how cool and shoreditch you are. But if such a pronouncement is made at a children's party, such threats of serious violence are laughed of with cake and men talking in slightly odd voices trying to reprimand their unruly progeny. It does actually work - perhaps high court judges might be persuaded to try such approach. It's nuts. But totally immense. Really it is.

As alluded to Nancy is potty training. Her efforts are probably analogous to George Osborne's Chancellorship i.e. she tries hard and means well but ultimately ends ups making a mess everywhere. However, unlike our beloved Gideon she is at least learning from her mistakes and in recent days her skills have increased and where once there was only darkness embellished with a slight smell of baby pee there is chink of light and a nappy free future beckons. However, we shouldn't get too cocky as Baby hubris is a dangerous thing.

Oh and she has started hugging lamp posts and sign posts and then tells us "It's not working". If any has any clue as to why she might be doing this, send a postcard to the usual address and I'll publish the best suggestions next time round. She is also convinced that she can jump but in actual fact she is just standing on her tiptoes really quickly without ever ascending, however briefly, into the sky.

As promised (if you don't immediately skip my introductory prattle to get to the good stuff) I've included pictures of Nancy as a tiger which is the pictoral equivalent of uncut heroin. It doesn't get any better.