New words, new bed

Linnea had been mimicing me saying "Now," for a few days. Today she used it in context.

She finished her morning feed and got out of bed while I lay there croaking (I have a pending and impending cold). She toddled over to the bookcase, selected a book (Marcus Aurelius' Meditations, as it happens) and climbed back onto the bed.

She sat down, laid the book on her lap, said "Now!" in a satisfied way, and started to read.

She is also proficient in the use of the word "Wassat?" although I deplore her glo'al stop.

I also went to John Lewis accompanied by a friend to buy Linnea a bed. The one we got does not appear to be on the John Lewis website, but it's a wooden-framed single bed with a matching "cabin" bed, and the two can be put together to make a bunk bed. So we're sorted for beds for the forseeable future. I chose a good child's mattress after checking a few and listening carefully to the sales-guy's explanation of why small children shouldn't use an adult's very firm mattress (it made a lot of sense and tied in to what I know of cot mattress design) and then I chose a winter duvet for myself and Rob and a light duvet for Linnea and single bedding for Linnea including waterproof mattress protectors and ooph.

My friend and I had a lovely lunch and met some other friends and got invited to drop in for coffee and also dropped in on Becky in the games shop and stuff like that.

And - wonder of wonders - Linnea napped for 40 minutes, ending at 15:10. And she can open the front door now.

Beds and words and milestones

Linnea went to bed at 21:30. That's early for us these days. but it went smoothly and stresslessly and well, so perhaps we've broken the pattern now.

She used a new word for Rob today - he called "Linnea!" from another room, and she responded "Wha'?"

He swears this is true. She's a teenager now. Gods.

She's also going to be potty-trained soon. She's not ready for it, of course - she takes her nappy off alright, before squatting over the floor and passing wind or water (so far, thank god, nothing more), then points at the orifice in a surprised fashion and tells me all about it - but she has no interest in the potty.

Nor in the toilet.

No, my baby is ready for that all-important phase: Carpet Training!

So I've got her a potty training book and I've ordered a potty training video and another book from the library and I'm hoping that we can interest her in the potty somehow. She's surely too young for this. No-one else we know is even considering potty training. But no-one else we know can get their nappy off from the inside of tights, dungarees, trousers, or a snap-crotch top and does it frequently before soiling the nappy. Though admittedly the nappy does tend to get caught, as it were, in the crossfire.

You may have overheard me today in John Lewis, saying "Sweetheart, you peed on your feet and that's why you're slipping. Let me [grunt grunt] dry you off. Please."