I’m still alive! I know I’m pants at updating, but I’ve been listing most of the household on eBay, painting the hall stairwell (hey, a bit of panic teetering on top of a wobbly step with a roller botch-taped to a stick over a long fall makes you feel alive…), knitting a special gift for a baby girl who’s due to be born a bit too soon, furious promoting Rainbow Knits on Folksy, Etsy, Facebook and my website. And Mini is teething, Maxi is being a tweenager and Midi is, well, just being Midi. So I have my hands full.
To misquote myself from Facebook, if Midi pees in her bed one more time I think it will dissolve.
There I was, all smug about how well Midi Minx has coped with potty training – she had 2 wet beds then seemed to cotton-on to night-time dryness. After 3 or 4 weeks of being dry (ish. I don’t remember when she actually stopped wearing nappies at night) I was a tad surprised at her wetting her bed 3 nights in a row. She was dry last night, though. Putting on my detective head, those 3 nights coincided with her Grandma staying over. I guess she was peeing from excitement rather than trauma… (ETA: we seem to be alternating dry and wet nights now. Tonight is sure to be wet)
Mini Minx is stretching her minx muscles and really ramping up her tantrums. If anyone takes anything from her, or doesn’t hand a coveted item over fast enough, she throws her head back and shrieks and gnashes her 5 little teeth. In fact, I saw her lunge at her biggest sister, Maxi Minx – she went to bite her cheek. I scolded Mini and she burst into hot little tears. Oh boy. I suspect the next few years are going to be tough.
Mini is developing a real love of dance. If she hears music of any sort, she gets a distant look in her eyes, squats slightly, bobs up and down, and does the doggy paddle with her little hands. If she’s really excited, she’ll also chant, “Hur! Hur! Hur!”
Last Saturday night we ended up going to an Eat All You Can Stuff Into Your Fat Face Chinese Buffet, as a reward for all the tough DIY. Yum, yum, yum! Even the girls enjoyed it. That’ll be the half-Glaswegian in them. We stayed so long (90 mins) that towards the end we stopped stressing about the noise / mess and just had a great laugh as a family, all chatting and joking and joining in with the continual rounds of Happy Birthday being sung to other diners. Maxi Minx had 3 mango jellies and a fruit salad for her puddings, Midi had about twice that much. I carefully cleared up Mini’s under highchair mess before we left, because (a) no-one’s paid enough to deal with my kids’ mess, and (b) we might be back.
As luck would have it, we indeed went back again on Wednesday with Grandma. The girls happily troughed and crunched and ate even more pudding.
Quote of the week from Maxi: (dramatic sigh) “No-one understands me or my art!” (She’s just turned 5).
Quote of the year from The Boss: “Midi! Get your finger out your poo-hole at the table!” Don’t ask. Just don’t ask.