I guess all the night crying and restlessness from the Miniest Minx the past 2 nights has been in response to her latest brain software upgrade.
We all had another rough night last night, with all 3 girls fighting to get Mummy AND Daddy cuddles. Maxi felt that her bed was too cold, Midi felt that her cold was too bad, and Mini just wanted milk. Accepting that today would be a washout without a functioning brain, I decided to goof off. After dropping the eldest 2 at nursery (though right up till the very end I though Midi would want to stay with me: “I not feeling very well” she parrotted from somewhere. I say ‘parrot’ because she’s repeating an entire sentence she’s heard, her speech isn’t that complex, yet), me and the baby went and had coffee.
I’d promised us it on Monday but it never happened (we went swimming then boring, boring, boring shopping instead). It was quite a swish place on the High Street. They could obviously see that my eyeballs were rattling in circles of different rotational speeds because the Americano I was served could have kept an army awake. Luckily I’d tucked away a pot of dried porridge powder away in the change bag, so Mini got some of her favourite breakfast while I enjoyed a fantastic roll and sausage. Well, it was that or the chocolate cake, but even my prodigious tolerance of caffeine would have cracked under the strain.
It was lovely just to sit and ‘be’ for 20 minutes. I met and chatted with a fellow nursery-user; I said hello to 2 guys who used to work for me; I stared into space and enjoyed the silence for a minute or 2. Best of all, I blethered with baby R. She is a real people watcher and enjoys sitting quietly and observing humans with her enormous, unblinking eyes. We both indulged in that, and occasionally shared a quiet ‘Nananah!’ or a ‘Ba. Ba’. She’s quite the conversationalist.
The rest of the day was the standard whirl of tidy-up, clean up after kids (why oh why oh why don’t we turn the dining bit of the room into a wet-room thing that we can hose down?! It would be so much less hassle. And way more hygienic), degunge Midi’s bed of snot, prep and make a comfort dinner (roast pork, roast potatoes, roast veg – carrots, parsnips, sweet potato, apple crumble and cream). Then shepherd kids, wellies, drawings, junk modelling and bags (and bags and bags) of urine-soaked clothes home from nursery, juggling them in and out of the car and jostled away from the speeding cars by the side of the road. Standard.
Brain software upgrade? Well, my favourite part of the day this week is when me and The Boss sit down with Mini Minx in the evening, after she’s woken from her 3rd nap of the day and her sisters are snoring. Tonight she demonstrated her mastery of rotating to sitting regardless of the attitude she found herself in. She has a dancing tower activity centre thing that she loves. The Boss put it to its full height (for the hell of it, I suspect) at the weekend. R practiced pulling up on it. Had she unfurled her legs from their lotus position (!), she’d have done it. I don’t think it’ll be long: she just has to combine her pulling up with her favourite Downward Facing Dog pose. She also spent a happy 20 minutes slowly and carefully crawling *forwards* and sideways, chasing after her biggest sister’s ball. It took me a while to realise she was swatting it away on purpose: I thought she was struggling to catch hold of it.
So, tomorrow…oops, today, damn…is Wreckaroom Day, as the girls’ best friend is coming round for lunch. Wee girls being wee girls, it’s The Law that they take out every single toy and dressing up item owned for Weekly Close Inspection. Oh boy. Just wait till Mini is crawling fast enough to join in the carnage!