Hello all, and a belated happy Christmas!
DD has had the best time EVER, apparently, aided only by elderly parents, even more elderly grandparents and prodigal uncle. And two loopy kittens, a small mountain of presents and a giant stripey lollipop which she was allowed to graze on all day. There is hope for the poor deprived sibling- and cousin-less child yet.
Thumb, DD decided two years ago, after nursery Christmas dinner, that she LOVED sprouts, they were 'so juicy'. Come Christmas day, with a sprout (just the one, I'm not mad) on her plate - 'not these sprouts'. I swear nursery were serving up something completely different in order to f* with parents' minds. This year, after a number of 'next year she'll eat a proper Christmas dinner's, she did pretty well, despite spurning stuffing and insisting that her carrots are served raw. She is generally a pain though - her sigh of 'and I used to eat so well, didn't I mummy?' was rebuffed with a resounding 'NO' the other day.
She gave me, with assistance from DH, a 'can't decide what to cook' cartridge for my DS (you know, Nintendo thing, not hitherto undeclared second child) - DH thought this was a great idea, but I pointed out what I actually need is some sort of method of hypnotising DD, I would have plenty of ideas if anything other than fish fingers or tuna pasta bake weren't greeted with Oscar-worthy performances of utter tragedy and disappointment.
Anyway, I am sitting her accompanied by a G&T and a rather strange kitten. He has appeared with an empty thyroxine box in his mouth, which he has tried, unsuccessfully, to post through the 'try me' whole in the packaging of one of DD's presents (a mostly plastic fronted box which he has spent most of the day inside, voluntarily, looking like a particularly lifelike animatronic toy). I've posted it for him, and he seems quite satisfied. I don't have anything to compare him with, having not had cats before, well, except his brother, but he does seem a little mad. Very sweet though.