Evening all.
We've had some terrible nights here with DD2 waking every hour or so again. But she just isn't comfortable at the moment. No sign of teeth at all, but i'm guessing that that is the issue.
I didn't give my update.
She has very little hair and what's there is blonde. DH says I should not bounce around in front of her singing 'You look like a potato' but in a pretty kind of way she does. She can crawl, and finally made it from one room to another yesterday. She can wave and clap but seems to have abandoned clapping to concentrate on crawling.
She is fond of making random sounds. 'Lu', 'lu' was today's contribution and when she's sad she cries 'momomomomom' which is heart-rending. She loves games and is far more into playing with rattles and toys than the others were. She has this unbelievably ravishingly slow smile that makes people melt.
Chief among her claims to love at the moment is that she doesn't answer back. I asked DD1 who is not yet three why she and DS don't answer me at the moment and she answered 'because we just don't care.' I think this might be a well-meaning rehash of my lectures but still.
Sazzles, when DS told me he didn't love me I told him I still loved him back which had he double virtue of being the right thing to do and pissing him off. DD1 who has more guile picks her moments to tell me that she likes daddy best and won't be dissuaded.
I had to laugh at her glancing at the paper the other day and saying 'Ooh, Backak Obama. can I have a snack?' Too clever for her own good.
I have lost DH to Man. U. tonight. He was so kind last night, sitting up with me and being encouraging while DD2 wailed. His one suggestion to try controlled crying was not the high point though.
My youngest Dsis is 30 this weekend and broke a bone in her ankle this weekend, less than 12 hours after telling me she never had any problems in high heels. I have gone for sympathy rather than . The poor pup.