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ailbheEmer is learning not to pinch me. She's learning not to pinch me while feeding, and not to pinch me while reading, and not to pinch me at all, or she gets put down. We have very serious conversations about it and then she slooooooowwwwwllllly puts her pincer-grip fingers cloooooser and clooooooooooser to my flesh, and if I look at her face I see a speculative, mischievous grin.
Hah.
Linnea likes to serve. She likes to hand round plates of buns or biscuits, dish up at dinner, and offer people things. We had a very popular guest here last weekend who was urged to take more of everything on the dinner table - "Dave, do you like celery and apple?" "Yes." "Would you like some more now? Celery and apple is not tasty to me but it is for you." And again - "Dave, do you like tomatoes? I dont' like tomatoes but they are nice for you. You can have more."
Then the next morning she woke him with a roar of "WAKE UP DAVE DAVE WAKE UP GET UP NOW."
Which was less charming.
Emer sniffed my beer, and refused to taste it, disdainfully declaring it "dutty." Linnea looked at my beer and declined to taste it because it was fizzy. Emer's most recent high-usage word is "Yu," short for "Yuck."
Emer has stopped being quite so kissy and Linnea has suddenly started kissing and cuddling in a way she hasn't done since she was pre-verbal. They are quietly affectionate towards each other even when I'm not around; I hear them talking and they both say thanks and sorry and other pleasant things quite a lot, and Linnea looks out for Emer.
Like when Emer triggered the (newish) automatic door at the pool. Linnea followed her out to rescue her, because Linnea knows that there are cars out there. When my heart forced its way back down my throat and I had them both strapped in place and I could talk without screaming, we discussed why Linnea should not rescue Emer herself but should shout for a grownup. I'm so glad that door wasn't automatic when Linnea was at Emer's stage because there's no way I could have run like that without damaging myself.
My first Mooncup use was in the toilets at the swimming pool, and Linnea and Emer were totally uninterested, since they discovered that they could leave the cubicle by crawling under the door through puddles of other people's urine. (Actually, they were both dry, when I checked, because it's a remarkably clean pool in spite of looking terrible, but that's not the POINT).
Emer swims with two armbands and loves it, but doesn't understand why Linnea swims with the teacher instead of with us. Linnea enjoyed her time with me while Emer and Rob were in London but couldn't eat her dinner without Emer.
I really must work out how air pressure affects their sleep. I have this theory that high pressure makes it harder for them to drop off.
Hah.
Linnea likes to serve. She likes to hand round plates of buns or biscuits, dish up at dinner, and offer people things. We had a very popular guest here last weekend who was urged to take more of everything on the dinner table - "Dave, do you like celery and apple?" "Yes." "Would you like some more now? Celery and apple is not tasty to me but it is for you." And again - "Dave, do you like tomatoes? I dont' like tomatoes but they are nice for you. You can have more."
Then the next morning she woke him with a roar of "WAKE UP DAVE DAVE WAKE UP GET UP NOW."
Which was less charming.
Emer sniffed my beer, and refused to taste it, disdainfully declaring it "dutty." Linnea looked at my beer and declined to taste it because it was fizzy. Emer's most recent high-usage word is "Yu," short for "Yuck."
Emer has stopped being quite so kissy and Linnea has suddenly started kissing and cuddling in a way she hasn't done since she was pre-verbal. They are quietly affectionate towards each other even when I'm not around; I hear them talking and they both say thanks and sorry and other pleasant things quite a lot, and Linnea looks out for Emer.
Like when Emer triggered the (newish) automatic door at the pool. Linnea followed her out to rescue her, because Linnea knows that there are cars out there. When my heart forced its way back down my throat and I had them both strapped in place and I could talk without screaming, we discussed why Linnea should not rescue Emer herself but should shout for a grownup. I'm so glad that door wasn't automatic when Linnea was at Emer's stage because there's no way I could have run like that without damaging myself.
My first Mooncup use was in the toilets at the swimming pool, and Linnea and Emer were totally uninterested, since they discovered that they could leave the cubicle by crawling under the door through puddles of other people's urine. (Actually, they were both dry, when I checked, because it's a remarkably clean pool in spite of looking terrible, but that's not the POINT).
Emer swims with two armbands and loves it, but doesn't understand why Linnea swims with the teacher instead of with us. Linnea enjoyed her time with me while Emer and Rob were in London but couldn't eat her dinner without Emer.
I really must work out how air pressure affects their sleep. I have this theory that high pressure makes it harder for them to drop off.
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Date: 2008-05-06 10:15 pm (UTC)Scary running-outside daughters, mind you. I don't know how we'll cope when we have two walkers...