Udate

I qualified as a BfN helper, on Tuesday, and attended my first group meeting as an official volunteer today. It went well, but the badge made me nervous. Before, I was just a mum among mums; now I'm official, and women expect me to be able to help.

But it's ok.

I volunteered last night at the True Food market, too, because they were very short-staffed, and got my volunteer discount. And today we were able to make cookies and cake. I wasted ages putting faces on the cookies; I think they're very cute. I hope Linnea likes them too.

We also met "waggermama"'s baby, Pheobe, and gave Louis Linnea's doll buggy, so we had to go into town later and get a new one for him so she could have her old one back. Generous impulses are hard to handle well, I think. But she insisted that children with new baby sisters need buggies.

I am loving my MAMA MILK tshirt, from zazzle.com, and making loads of things I can't afford to buy yet, but will as soon as possible. Usual username. Usual heavy mothering, breastfeeding bias. I thought hard about it but I don't know how to make couldn't-breastfeed-but-supportive tshirts.

So. Still no USB keyboard. John Lewis wanted £30 for one; er, no.

Linnea's developmental stages

Almost over: How?

Now showing: Why?

Also, she's wrestling with "zero, that is nothing," now. Her favourite number is 22, because it's where Alison lives and it has TWO 2s in it, and 2 is her other favourite number.

She's so affectionate I could burst.

She really really wants help with numbers now. She wants to be able to read, write, talk and manipulate them. I'm not sure how best to help, as I don't want to discourage her, and the temptation to hot-house is very strong. We do number-spotting in the street, and stuff.

The little house in the garden has a number 2 on it.