Liddle Bird's nest ^"^

I wish Santa was coming again soon because I want a farm. Not just any old farm though, I want a schleich toy farm because their models are awesome! This would keep me busy for hours and hours. 

The barn 

Horsey stables

Fencing for all around the farm and for a paddock

Horsey’s and peoples

Baas

Moos

Oinks

And…chickens, donkeys, ducks, cats, dogs, goats, rabbits, tractors, trailers, grass, trees, jumps, feeders, farmers and a farm house!!!

And I really really really want a road rug, these are the bestest…

My picture I drawed for a friend. He is skiiing. There is no snow on the mountains because it isn’t snowing over there, because the sheep need to eat the grass. There is a tractor and a penguin and a snowman. The penguin thinks he is going to get run over, but it’s okay, he isn’t :) and along the top says that, he is skiiing down the hill reaaaaally reaaaally fast. 

Potty Time for Amy  (Written By Baby Amy)

It was a hot day and so she as only wearing a vest and a pull-up. She was holding and icy pole in her hand, that was rapidly melting all over the place. Daddy found her in the living room dripping ice-lolly all over the sofa, and so the little girl and the dripping ice-lolly were swiftly moved into the kitchen to be cleaned up. Amy squirmed as daddy tried to wipe the sticky mess from her face and hands. She hated it when he did that.

Once released from Daddy’s grip, Amy was once again tearing around the house. She was hyper and daddy was starting to regret giving her that second cup of lemonade. She was jumping from one dinning room chair the other and then on the kitchen table. Then she pulled the tablecloth of from the table and was pretending to be a ghost, which she thought was hilariously funny. Daddy did too but he was also concerned that she was going to smash into something and moment as she headed towards the expensive stereo equipment.

“Ok Amy, enough playing ghost. Put the cloth back on the table please” he said with no reaction from Amy. She was in fits of giggles.

“Amy, you best start calming down now otherwise I will put you to bed or worse, sit you in your high chair for the afternoon. ” he said trying to grab the little mischievous ghost.

“Do you want to be put in your high chair?” he said sternly. She was a fast little runner.

“NO!” came a stubborn little voice from under the table cloth as she continued to run away. This was a fun game now. The more daddy chased her the more she laughed and ran away.

“Ok game over. You are going to hurt yourself in a minuet. Last chance before its highchair time”, he was getting hot and cross now, but Amy was keen to continue the game.

Once caught he took the tablecloth away from her and picked her up.

‘Right Madame, you can sit in your chair for a little while and calm down, while daddy does some tidying up” he said as he sat her in the chair and tried to strap her in. However she had gone all stiff in the middle and was making it difficult to do up the buckle.

“Amy, sit down properly and behave, you are on your last warning”. Once she was in properly he replaced the tray and then gave her a Postman Pat book, in the hope that would be a distraction.
It happened all to quick for her to get away, and the hot, sticky little girl grizzled as she tried to get out of her chair. Daddy ignored the whining and the tears and instead finished the washing up and then made her a sippy cup of water.

“There you go baby. That should cool you down” as he placed it on her tray.

Amy drank it. She was little calmer now and was turning the pages of the book, looking at all the wonderful pictures. She loved Postman Pat, and often wondered what it would like to live in Greendale, with all the other village characters. She started to hum the tune to the TV program and daddy smiled. When she was good she was very god, but when she was bad she was very very bad. Daddy left her too it. While she was calm and unable to get into any mischief, daddy went and watered the garden.

When he came back Amy was still concentrating on her book, however she was holding tightly onto her ’Jenny’ and wiggling a little in her seat. Daddy immediately knew that she needed to pee.

“Do you need to go wee wees sweetheart?” he asked.

“In a minute daddy I am busy” she replied in her best-grown up voice. It was hard to imagine Amy ever being grown up, as she sat there in her high chair reading her book. He hair a little stuck to her forehead from the heat and her cheeks flushed ruby red. In daddy’s eyes she was always going to be his little girl.

“I’ll go and get your potty while you finish your book princess” daddy said as he went to the bathroom.

“Ok, it potty time. Lets gets get you out of your chair. I want you sit on the potty for daddy. You are going to be my big girl and do a wee wee”, he said as he unstrapped her and lifted her down.

Amy eyed up the potty as daddy pulled down her pants. She still wasn’t so sure about it. Although she liked her big girl pull-ups she still wasn’t used to peeing in the potty.

“Ok sit down poppet and do pee pee. Its ok the potty won’t bite you”, daddy said reassuringly.

“NO” shouted Amy as she picked up the potty and threw it across the kitchen floor.

Whack! Came the sound of Daddy smacking Amy’s bare bottom.

“That’s was a very naughty thing to do Amy” daddy said as he gave her a very angry look. “If you can’t be a big girl and use the potty then its back to nappies for you’. Amy stood there unsure of what to do. She didn’t know why she threw the potty, or why she was didn’t like it. Her bottom lip trembled at the same time as giving daddy her best cross little girl look. Her bottom stung from the smack daddy just gave her.

Daddy grabbed the little girl by the arm and dragged her into the bedroom. She kicked and screamed and repeatedly cried, “no nappies daddy, no nappies daddy”.

“Well as you have been so naughty I am afraid it is nappies for you, I also think a nap won’t do you any harm, no go and lie down on your changing mat and calm down”, he said as he went to the draw to get out a nappy and some rash cream.

Amy was tired and grumpy, but she did lie on the mat like as she was told to and immediately her thumb went into her mouth. She sucked sleepily. She was cross at daddy but at the same time she was confused. She wanted to be a big girl but she also wanted her nappies.

“I think my little girl is tired and needs a nap”, daddy said as he knelt down in front of her and patted her tummy. He popped her dummy in her mouth and lifted her legs up in the air. He generously applied some nappy cream on her sore bottom and around her ‘jenny’. Then a nappy was placed under her bum and pulled up tightly between her legs. Daddy expertly tapped up the sides so it was securely in place. It wouldn’t be long before it was wet.

“Ok into bed poppet” said daddy patting her padded bottom as she crawled under the covers. ‘That’s a good girl, you go bye byes and then daddy will come and wake you up in a little while”. 
Amy sucked on her dummy and watch sleepily as daddy went out the room and closed the door.

Daddy’s Little Helper  (Written By Baby Amy)

They were at the hardware store. Daddy was buying some tools and was taking his time about it. He needed to a few bits and pieces to fix up Amy’s playpen that he had recently bought second hand at a garage sale. The latch needed fixing as Amy had discovered an easy escape route when daddy wasn’t looking. Amy was next to Daddy fiddling and touching with things on the shelf.

“No, don’t touch that Amy. What have I told you before about touching things in shops?” Ross said has he pulled her little hand away from grabbing anything else.

“But Daddy you are touching things”, she said as she watched Ross pick up a packet of nails from the shelf and examine them.

“Yes, but I am intending to buy something and I am making sure they are the right ones, I am not playing or fiddling like you”, he tried to explain. Being such a smart kid, Amy always questioned everything. To her, all things displayed on the shelf were new and interesting. She wanted to look at everything and didn’t understand why it was wrong to touch things.

Ross took Amy’s hand and moved onto the next isle to find a suitable screwdriver. As Ross took his time, trying to work what he needed whilst Amy discovered the toolbox’s. Now these were very interesting things for a little girls like Amy. She pulled one off the shelf to have a good look at it. Inside were lots of different tools, such as spanners, screwdrivers, a small saw, a hammer and other things she didn’t even know the name for. In the meantime Ross had made up is mind about which screw driver he need and looked round to find Amy sitting on the shop floor, busy emptying the contents of the tool box. He was just in time as she had her hands on the saw.

“Oh Amy, what are you doing?” Ross said wearily. “I told you not to touch anything. Those tools are sharp and dangerous. You can cut off your little fingers with those things, now put it down”. Ross grabbed the saw out of her hand, and pulled her to her feet and swatted her padded bottom. “Stand there and don’t move”, he said as he knelt down and put all the things back in the box and then replaced the toolbox on the shelf.

“But daddy, can I have one of those? Pleeeeeaaassee! Then I can help you with all you’re fixing jobs”, she pleaded. Amy loved to be daddy’s little helper. She watched daddy fix things around the house, and often helped by passing him the tools. He had to watch her though as she was often played with daddy tools when she wasn’t supposed to. However more often that not she would get distracted after 10 minuets and would find something more exciting to play with, leaving Daddy in peace to get on with the job himself.

“Well maybe Daddy will get you one that’s safe for baby to play with. We will have a look in the toyshop next?” Maybe getting Amy some pretend toy tools, would mean she would stop playing with his, Ross thought.

“Really Daddy?’ Will I get my own tools just like yours?” Amy said excitedly.

“On one condition. Please don’t touch things in the shops, especially grown up things such as sharp tools. That was very naughty. You must do as Daddy says. Do you understand?”

‘Yes Daddy’, Amy said as she nodded her head vigorously. Ross took her hand and led her to the check out to pay for the items. Amy skipped with excitement, knowing the next stop would be the toyshop.

At the toy shop Daddy let her wonder and poke about. He wasn’t as strict about her touching things this time as the shopkeepers were used to small hands playing with the toys. He had to remind her to be careful though and not break anything. They found a suitable plastic toolbox and inside it contained a rubber hammer and some small plastic tools such a spanner, screw driver, saw, nuts and bolts. It even came with a little builder’s pouch that went around her waist that the tools could be put in. Amy loved it, and beamed at Ross as she stood there dressed in her overalls clutching her tool box and the builders pouch around her waist. Daddy thought it was incredibly cute and had to buy it for her. 
“Now I can be just like Bob the Builder”, she said as they left the shop.

Back at home Daddy got to work fixing the playpen. Amy pretended to help as she banged things with her new rubber hammer. Although she was having lots of fun with her knew toys, her bottom was however bothering her. Daddy had put her in cloth nappies and plastic pants. They weren’t as comfortable as disposable and were slightly itchy against her skin. She complained to daddy about having to wear them, but he told her not to make a fuss. She was now wet through and the plastic pants were chaffing her legs. She was certainly due for a change.

As Ross continued fixing the playpen, Amy snuck off to the bathroom. She took off her overalls and then pulled down her plastic pants. Then with a bit of trouble she tried to unpin the cloth nappy. It was proving a little difficult, as the baby pins were hard for her to undo. Eventually she managed to pull the nappy down her legs without undoing it.

“That’s better” she thought as she went back to the kitchen and resumed her position on the floor. The cool kitchen floor was a comfort to her sore nappy rash.

Ross had finished fixing the playpen and it wasn’t long before he found Amy was bared bottomed and was sitting in a small puddle of wee.

“Amy, where’s your nappy gone? He said as he looked down at the little girl who’s green eyes looked back at him innoccently. “Oh and you have wet on the floor. That’s very naughty. You know you are not allowed to take your nappies of yourself. If you needed a change you could have told Daddy. Where did you put the wet nappy?”

“In the bathroom. It was hurting me!” She replied in a very whiny voice.

“I don’t care, you should have told me and I would have changed. Now look at what you have done. You can’t be trusted without a nappy on. You are a very naughty little girl. Get into your bedroom right now young lady and wait for me. Go on! March!” Ross said angrily.

Amy knew Ross was mad and meant business so she didn’t hesitate going to her room. She sat on her bed and waited for daddy. Ross purposely made her wait while he cleaned up the puddle of wee. He wanted her to stew and think about what she had done. Finally he came into her room holding a fresh cloth nappy and some clear plastic baby pants. They were a softer plastic that the other ones and had poppers up the sides which made it easier when changing her nappies. Amy was sitting on her bed nervously. By look on Daddy’s face she knew she was in for a spanking. Ross sat on the bed and pulled Amy over his knee. She tried to stay still but it was hard after the first few smacks on her already sore little bottom.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK went Daddy’s hand on her small round butt. Amy let out a few whimpering noises and squirmed under his tight grip.

“Hold still, you naughty little girl. Stop squirming”.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK again went Daddy’s hand on her bottom. Although she had stop moving, Amy started to cry and this was enough for Ross to stop. She had learnt her lesson and it was time to give her a hug and a kiss and reassure her that he still loved her. He cuddled her in his lap and wiped away her tears. He rubbed her sore bottom and kissed her forehead. She was his little girl, but she needed to be taught a lesson when she was naughty.

“Ok Amy go and lie on you changing mat so that daddy can pop you into a nice clean nappy”.

“Will I have to wear horrible cloth nappies Daddy?” said Amy.

“Yes I am afraid so……. Uh no don’t look at me like that. You have no choice so don’t even think about making a fuss….. Unless you want another smack bottom?” Ross said sternly as he got her to lie on her plastic changing mat.

He expertly folded the cloth nappy and raised Amy’s bottom by holding her ankles. He placed the nappy under her bottom and then proceeded to generously applied some nappy rash cream and baby powder to her bottom and around her smooth ‘Jenny’. With the nappy pins gripped in between his teeth he then tightly pulled the nappy between her legs and then pinned up the sides. Cloth nappies were tricky things sometimes, but Ross seemed an expert at it, even when the little girl wriggled around. Then over the top went the plastic baby pants. He pulled down her vest and patted her on the tummy.

“Ok now NO taking your nappy off ok. Otherwise you will be in big trouble. You can play in your playpen for a while this afternoon while do some more odd jobs…….. No buts Amy! Daddy wants to keep an eye on his little monster” Ross said tickling her tummy playfully.

Ross got Amy settled in her playpen. She got out her new toy toolbox once again, and pretended to fix all her toys. Sitting there in a cloth nappy and plastic pants Ross couldn’t help but just adore her. She was his little monster, but also she was his wonderful princess that he couldn’t help but love and cherish.

Ohhhh noo :( I don’t like the second story book about ducky 

I vote nappy duckkkkk!!!

weeeeeeeee!!!!! I’m free I’m free I’m freeeee