ailbhe | What We Did Today

When Rob left this morning Linnea was distraught. Screaming distraught. Running to the window, climbing on the seat and looking out after him distraught. Banging on the glass crying "Daddeeeeeeeeee, Daddeeeeeeeee!!" distraught.

I think the true cause was the bowel movement of unusual intensity in her nappy at the time.

We waited around for people to show up for toddler coffee morning - I've volunteered to host it every Thursday for three months, as the arrangements were getting so flaky through lack of commitment that fewer and fewer people were volunteering to host even one.

Only one mother and toddler showed up but perhaps soon there will be more.

When Rob came home, we all went out to dinner at Sweet Masala, because we almost never do any more and the food is fabulous. And then we came home and I sat drinking fluids to make bedtime milk, and Rob and Linnea played in the library.

Linnea lay on the floor, very firmly and deliberately, demanded that Rob lie down beside her, and then talked to him about me ("Meemee!" and pointing at the room I was in and babble). She told him all about me. You see, earlier today she and I lay on the floor in the dining room, and we looked at the ceiling, and the clock (very odd at that angle), and the light fitting, and the table, and then we brought our legs up and we looked at our toes, which was the best bit. Mine had stripy socks on; hers were bare.

So she tried to show him this great game. He didn't quite grasp it but they had fun sitting there on the floor in group W.

At bedtime, he read to her in her bedroom until she got into bed and demanded to be put to sleep. Then I came up and we had a big group hug (she likes group hugs) and I nursed her to sleep and came back downstairs.

Now I have to go have a bath, wash some dishes, and go to bed. I've just eaten a big banana muffin. Linnea gets the miniature ones. It's a very satisfactory arrangement.