Yeah, I know, I’ve been a bit absent. Well, I suddenly got 2 commissions for baby booties via my website www.rainbowknits.co.uk with tight deadlines, so I had to drop everything and just knit. And it was right in the middle of me starting to create a new range of booties. And it was also in the middle of me knuckling down to doing some serious study about tax and some of the more esoteric legislation that I think may impact on my Take Over The World With Knitting plans. So this blog unfortunately fell by the wayside. Still, that just means that I get to post a little post of quick observations of the minxes rather than an enormous blow-by-blow, too-much-detail post. Bonus.
The girls haven’t been sleeping well. On Saturday (14th May) morning I woke up with Mini Minx yelling for a feed, Midi Minx starfished across the bed and Maxi Minx asleep along my feet like a puppy. Maxi quickly woke up and started moaning: “Ewww, Daddy: you smell like dirty puddles!” Poor man was so perplexed by that one that he had no comeback at all. My giggling just egged Maxi on.
Mini’s had a bit of a personality upgrade this past week. As well as learning to walk and cut another tooth*, she learned to scribble (on a McDonald’s colouring-in sheet. The shame! Am I too mortified to keep it?) and is very happily displaying her brand new tantrumming skills, at every opportunity.
Mini carefully enunciated”‘yum-yyyyyyyumm!” twice, while she was eating. That’s my girl! It adds to her signs for milk, hot, and her own made-up sign for ‘my sisters’ (blows kisses like Upsy Daisy)
Maxi, chirruping about something at first light this morning (I wasn’t really listening): “I think that I am the strongest girl in all the land”, she declared. “Except for the ones that can lift their parents”. Riiiiiight.
Maxi, this evening: “I’m a bit clever so I won’t need to go to University; I’m going to be an artist instead”. So long as it keeps me and your father in our dotage, you can be whatever you want to be, darling.
*Mini’s teeth: she no longer looks like Fang, as she’s cut a top incisor, now – her right one. The left one is literally a few skin cells’ depth below the surface.