Let refuse be your watchword

Linnea dried herself off while still in the bath today. And right now she's sitting on the potty while Donkey is wearing her nappy (she refused to wear it herself, and refused to let Donkey wander around unprotected).

After last night's nightmares, she refused to nap today, too, and eventually fell asleep for about half an hour at 17:30. We woke her by hoovering the stairs. She refused to eat dinner.

She has bitten me twice, today, and somehow also bruised my thigh quite painfully. I haven't had time to see whether there's a visible mark there. She has also tucked me up to sleep for her nap (delegation is today's theme, perhaps) and bopped noses with me for several delightful games of Bop, Bop, Bop, Boopsie. She climbed up the slide and down the ladder.

And we passed Sweet Masala on the way home, so we had takeaway for dinner, because I am tired and all this nursing on the floor is bad for my dust allergy and my sinuses needed curry.

I need to get into town soon and buy her more tights, and me more yarn, and possibly her another set of pyjamas, because she has three and none of them are clean and dry at the moment. It's pyjamas weather. I also ought to buy myself and Rob a winter duvet, because it's cold and we currently have the lightest available weight summer one. I don't want to carry it all the way home though. Urgh.

I wonder would a king-size winter duvet fit in my new rucksack? I doubt it somehow. Rucksacks seem to have less volume the higher tech they get.