Linnea's bedtime has been creeping later and later - it's actually after 8 pm again now. Waking is still at 6:30 ish. Her daytime napping is down too - 20-40 minutes total. And she and I have yet another cold. Wow, I am too tired for this... I did the boring old collapse thing again today, though not until after 16:30. I napped on the floor while she climbed me - the only really awful bit was when she put her whole weight on her heel in my ear.
I read a book I've never read before, which doesn't happen often - it took three days, which is a bit slow compared to books I've read before, but it was quite enjoyable. "A Nice Cup Of Tea And A Sit Down" apparently. Made me want a lot of biscuits.
Also, every morning since 1st May I have had a yoghurt with my breakfast. So far, Linnea has shown no negative reaction, but my digestion is a little upset and I'm tired and I have a cold. I can't tell whether that's the sudden reintroduction of dairy into my diet, or the cold, really. I'm pretty sure the stomach upset is the sudden reintroduction of live yoghurt into my diet. I'm open to recommendations of good, unsweetened, unflavoured dead yoghurt - I've been buying Yeo Valley Organic Full-Fat for so long I no longer even consider making a choice and have no idea what to choose if I did.
Dancing and climbing and putting on clothes are Linnea's big things, I think. They're the newest things I can think of, anyway. She puts her poncho on and off, and is having a real go at her sandals - she now opens the velcro at both ends before putting them on heel-to-toe, but she knows that's wrong and gets cross. The poncho is easy. She also had a go at the matching panties that came with a dress I bought her for her birthday (like she cared - but oh! I do like dresses for nappy changes) but couldn't quite manage both legs at once.
My only comparison for this is me - I allegedly put on somebody else's panties correctly at eight months, but I think I shan't worry yet about Linnea's possible retardation. Although various people are getting all excited by her lack of language skills... Soon I may look up one of my books (the ones she hasn't read yet, yes, I know) to see when is "normal" for language. I know that my family wasn't normal at all, and certainly she has almost no motivation for it, since I can read her mind. She signs things to Rob that she just shouts at me for - like milk.
Oh! Funny story! Yesterday evening, at her bedtime, Rob signed "milk" to her, to see if she was ready for her bedtime feed. She climbed up on his lap, poked his shirtfront with her finger, and leaned over to me signing madly, "milk! Daddy's a liar! Milk!"
(The sign for "Daddy's a liar", or "false advertising", is primarily a facial one. It won't be in your book of signs).