I went to bed about 11 last night, got to sleep about 12:30. Tadpole is lively. Then Linnea woke shortly after six. So we were all up earlier than we’d like. However, it was cooler than last week at breakfast time, which was a relief.
About 9:30 it became obvious that Linnea was exhausted, and we went to bed in my room. In the end we got about an hour’s sleep from 10-11. I feel fabulous and Linnea is transformed.
She enjoyed her weekend away. Didn’t miss me a bit, which means we must be doing something right, and was pleased to see me when she got back, but not as pleased as she was to see the trike. Her sentences are clearer than they were on Friday – she’s grown some more grammar. And on Friday we were having salad, and she said “I can’t eat the rice.”
“It’s not rice, it’s couscous.”
“I can’t eat the couscous eeether.”
I thought that was impressive, but I’m not sure why. I think it was the use of “either” but I have no idea what that development represents. Anyway, she has also started answering “How are you?” with “My’s fine,” which is cute and useful, because a huge number of adults randomly ask toddlers the social non-question “How are you?” and I’ve seen Linnea and other toddlers hopelessly confused by it. I’m sure I’ve asked it myself, inflicting needless bewilderment on toddlers talking to me on the phone or whatever.
On Friday we did gluing and sellotaping with boxes and lollipop sticks. She’s not keen on sellotape; it’s more difficult to use than glue, though it does produce more instant results. She has expressed some interest in making things for the baby, or for Dave, but never follows through
Today I think we mainly need to assemble all the library books she took out the other week and get the bus to the library. I can’t wait until I can walk again. By the end of the day, seperating my knees enough to climb the stairs hurts like bejeepers (what useful swearwords I know when I try!) and lying down doesn’t help much. “Mammy take a baby out a you tummy now!” as Nea says.