Lola is so incredibly good natured these days. She goes through entire days chatting away to herself, pulling scarves and hats out of the basket in the hall, strolling along the sofa, playing peek-a-boo around the corners of doors, inspecting her cubes and other toys, being pushed around on her wheeled mouse (brrrrm, brrrrm, eek! eek!), sitting in her high chair munching carrots, rice cakes, chicken soup, or lamb casserole, splashing and laughing in her bath.
She’ll sit on her mouse and grip the handle with great concentration as you push her around, obviously loving every moment. Isa has had her out on the patio (we’ve had over a week of wonderful sunny days) sitting on her see-saw and rocking back and forth, hanging on with a similar concentration. When Isa stops rocking her, Lola urges the see-saw on…
Heather came to visit on Saturday, looking very well. She brought Lola a fantastic monkey which she absolutely loves; she took to it straight away, laughing and squealing as Hev made it play peek-a-boo with her. We had a great day and I think Heather really enjoyed Lola’s company. Fab.
Her name is Lola, Lola Canola
She’s got a shmola, and a little bola.
(To the tune of Mr Manilow’s Cocacabana. It’s hard, having parents who are completely bonkers in the nut. And have no taste in tunes. There’s also the following, to the tune of Duran Duran’s, “Rio”:)
My name is Lola and I’m really rather cute
I think when I grow up I might just play the flute.
*sigh*