Just a bit of an update post, really.
Mini Minx is now proudly standing on her own 2 little (long, thin, banana) feet for up to a minute at a time. If me or The Boss don’t see her standing tall, she’ll shriek till we look over, then beam with delight as we cheer madly. I predict that she’ll take her first steps by the weekend. Then I will need eyes up my bum, as she moves so blooming quickly, and usually towards the nearest point of danger. She can exploit potential minxdom in anything she finds, that child… She still only has 2 proper teeth and one just poked through. Her hair is still a strange colour (ginger / brown / blonde / see-through), and she still enjoys being wrapped. We’re getting fast at strapping ourselves together so I can do things with both hands (separate her sisters from a fight, clean up mess, put out kitchen fires, that kind of thing…). It’s not so much that she likes being close to me – it’s so she can pull my ears and rub banana / baby snot in my hair and down my neck. She knows fine what she’s doing – she usually giggles just before she rubs some mushy substance where it really shouldn’t go. Her favourite song right now is “Eyes, Nose, Cheeky-cheeky, Chin” and she claps along to anything with a beat. Tantrums aren’t far away – she got really frustrated yesterday at not being allowed to ‘help’ me change her sisters’ bedsheets, so yelled through clenched gums, buried her face in the sheets, and pulled her head back with the sheets between her gums/teeth. Biting in frustration? Already? Oh hell…
We had ice cream cones tonight after dinner, pressed into chocolate sprinkles. Just as Mini sank her 3 teeth into hers, The Boss remembered that brand of ice cream had egg in it. As he whipped it away, to Mini’s indignant protests, Maxi commented kindly: “Gosh, I hope R isn’t going to get another egg infection!” 🙂
Midi Minx has taken a bit of a stretch. A few weeks ago her feet were a 7H; they’re now 8H. I’m looking at her latest new shoes and wondering how the hell she can walk in them without falling over – they’re like flippers. I ordered absolutely everything Start-rite did in an 8H (both pairs!), so Midi plumped for her favourite ‘Meg shoes’* instead of the cute red ones with butterflies and sparkles on. Still, the cute red ones had a sole that’s so much wider than the already-wide shoe that, never mind flippers, she looked like she was wearing snow shoes!
*So-called because they’re black and look like witch’s shoes to a 3 year old (‘Meg’ as in Meg, Mog and Owl)
She’s now in the same nursery room as Maxi Minx, and is suddenly quite happy to go to nursery again. (I’m not sure I am – she returned home on Friday with one hell of a big bruise on her vulva that the staff obviously hadn’t noticed occurring, or they’d have mentioned her falling of the play equipment. Surely? Thank goodness Maxi is a spot-everything tell-tale). She’s just had yet another ear infection, and her speech went very murky for a bit. For the first time, too, she managed to say to me, “Say it louder, Mummy: I can’t hear you!” My heart sank, as I’d been speaking quite loudly and clearly to her, but on the other hand I was very proud at how well she can now articulate her needs. Though right now her needs usually involve requiring a Mummy-huggle every time my hands are full or I physically can’t.
Midi made a chocolate bird’s nest for Easter, but calls it her ‘Eagle’s Nest’.
Just as the Earth’s magnetic poles have and may (allegedly) suddenly reverse, Maxi and Midi have suddenly reversed their fear polarities. Midi, who normally knows no fear, got scared climbing the steps to a slide. Maxi, meanwhile, swarmed over tall cargo nets, steep ladders, fast roundabouts. Her usual scaredy-cat wail has gone. I asked Midi if she wanted to go on the big swing with her sister and their friend. “Nooooo”, she replied, “It makes me bery sad.” Eh? Why? “Cos it does”. Oh. “But this chute makes me bery, bery ‘abbeeeee!” she grinned gleefully*
*translation: she was very happy