Driving Miss Ivy

I took Ivy to my singing thing this arvo. Hazel was home sick with the other Mummy.

In the car on the way home, Ivy watched the trees and buildings whizz past. She wanted everything to be a tower.

"Tower! Tall tower with flags!"
"Yellow tower over there."
"Tower. Might go in a tower. One day. One day. Onnnne daaaaay."

Also, she wanted to have a terrible tedious little book called Aircraft. It's a tiny board book, and each page has a picture of a kind of aircraft (e.g. "Twin-propeller passenger airplane"). It's dire, so it's been banished (with its cousin "Boats") to the car. In the garage we keep a pile of books that neither mummy can stand to read again, and every few weeks the books in the car get put back on the pile, and others are cycled through.

Anyway, anyway. "Aircraft" was in the garage, not the car, so Ivy said:

"Mummy get "Aircraft". Ivy misses it."

Ohhh, she misses it! I think she knows about this because I've been telling the girls that I miss them when they are at creche.

Another cute Ivy story: both girls can now get themselves up onto the toilet seat all by themselves. It helps to have the little step in front of the toilet, but it's not necessary. I've realised that I sing them a few bars of that song that goes "All by myse-e-elf, don't wanna beeeee all by myse-e-elf"... because Miss Ivy now sings it in a strange drone when she's dragged herself atop the toilet seat. "Aw baaaah maaaaah se-e-e-effff".