Harvey was hideous today. He spent half of the afternoon hitting and/or pushing his friends. This meant I had to use 'time out'. As a consequence he spent two lots of two minutes in his cot, screaming his head off, as a result of pushing Alex over.
I also spent the entire journey home from swimming (he went under Grandma!), the whole trip around Sainsbury's, and about half of the journey home arguing with him. The argument went like this.
The Scene: My car
Harvey: My car, Mummy
Me: Nope, it is my car, actually. I just let you ride in it.
Harvey: My car
Me: No, it is mine
Harvey: It's MY car
Me: No.....it is MINE!
Harvey: My car
Me: It is mine. I tax it. I insure it. The registration documents are in my name. IT is MINE!
Harvey: My car, mine.
This continued until my response of "it is my car, Harv" was met by silence. He was asleep. Praise be.
Here is a photo of this afternoon's shennaigans (spelling?). Harvey, Ben and Mabel. In bed.
I'm afraid to say he gets it from you Kay.
And you spell *shenanigans* like this.
As I've learnt from past mistakes.
Posted by: lyn | May 23, 2006 at 09:31 PM
It's not papi it's me, grandma, thanks Kay, great blog we can remember very well IT'S MINE from our last visit, now dad and I frequently say "It's mine" I must admit it does bring back some lovely memoirs of our last visit to see you all. "Going under" great stuff Harvey, we're proud of you. Grandma and Papi are swimming most days at the moment, it's a bit cold, only just 22 degrees! Fingers crossed that Ryanair bring down their fares and you can come and have a swim with us. The other day we were in Auchan and Papi found a fantastic motor boat, battery operated and everything, we can just see you crusing up and down the pool. Must go now as it's papi's dinner time.
Love you all loads
xxxxx
Posted by: Harveys papa Miller | May 24, 2006 at 06:26 PM
Harvey, keep it up, for as sure as eggs are eggs later in life not a thing will be yours! As a male Harvey your future wife or girl friend will claime all you have, not a thing will be yours, and just think any thing you have left the tax man will get. So good on you, have your fun when you can. Me I have nothing, if I pickup a bucket or brush all I hear is put it back it’s mine. Even her car, I can clean it, survive it, but any thing else, oh no, I just hear it’s mine.
So come on girls am I correct?????
Posted by: Harveys papa Miller | May 25, 2006 at 05:59 PM
Papa Miller,
You made me laugh.
Out loud.
Posted by: lyn | May 25, 2006 at 11:10 PM