Sorry and all that jazz, but my life seems to be taken up with one or another of the above little miracles at the moment, so there is no time to fit in anything much else to blog about! I thought this study of R is particularly adorable. Her lovely little spirit shines through so well there. J is not crying, by the way, but yawning.
After I had bathed R this evening and read her a bit of a book (Baa is definitely too advanced for her still) she was trying out my clarinet and producing some surprising results – they are easy things not to get a note out of but she was managing. Then I said we should call it a day. She gave me an innocently puzzled look, and said, ‘You mean, call it a night?’
After that I was singing to her, ‘My bonnie lies over the ocean,’ and when I had finished she said she wanted the ‘cushion’ part again because it was ‘sweet’.
My brain had to do some double back-flips before I said, ‘Do you mean the “pillow” part?’ and she nodded eagerly. I sang it again, and she kept demanding further encores. Now, what is there about lying on a pillow and dreaming that someone is dead that makes it ‘sweet’? Typically female, I suppose. No mere male will ever have the remotest hope of figuring out how their minds work.
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