Have you ever wondered if you’re a bad influence to your kids? I don’t wonder; I know I am. I have proof…
I know that I can be a bit attached to my laptop: I run my little business from it; I talk to my friends and family by email and Skype from it; I write my patterns and build photo albums on it; I blog and even sometimes actually write-write from it. Poor Mini sometimes feels a bit neglected, even though she’s right beside or behind me. We have an old PC on the table to the right of this one. My youngest minx has learned that misbehaving generally means I’ll ignore her, but if she can make me laugh, well, she’s got my undivided attention for, ooooooh, 3 minutes at least! So she’s taken to sneaking up to the old PC and bashing
industriously on the keyboard. When I ask her what she’s doing she says:”Shhhhhh! I workin’!”
If I bug her some more, she glares at me and hisses: “Shhh, Mummy! I p’tendin’ do workin’!” (I’m pretending to work)
Aye – she’s got my number, alright…
Me, I like a hard chair. I don’t like squashy sofas and prefer something more wooden stool-like. But Mini’s preference for no seat at all has nothing to do with me.
Her latest speech upgrade has included some really useful phrases. Well, they must be, because she now uses them all the time when she’s not biting us (that’s another story…), especially if she feels she’s not getting an equal share of the “hotcorns” (popcorn) The Boss has made the family:
“That’s not fair!”
“Not like Mummy”
When she’s not making me laugh, she likes to stand on her head. Midi liked to spend as much time as she could on her head at this age. I’m guessing it’s got something to do with newly-emerging back molars (bottom right is through, bottom left is just cutting). I’ve no real idea why, though; I’m not bonkers.