Following on from Little I's two weeks of illness, this week has been game of two halves; daytimes are great (if rather snotty) but night times are hell. Literally. The bronchitis cough hit a crescendo on Friday and at 4am I just gave up and brought her into bed with me so at least I attempt to sleep with her propped up on me. Husband was away overnight. Lucky bugger.
Out Christmas tree is up which she is rather bemused about. She spends a lot I time pointing at it (her new party trick) but she hasn't attacked it yet. She has also been waving a lot, especially at people in the supermarket, and trying to clap her hands.
Husband looked after her on Saturday and took her to his Mum's school fair. I was sent this picture of her looking very cheeky in her pram with her little fang like front teeth really prominent now. She has a big gap between then like her big sister.
At Little E's Whirly Wiggle storybook class she took a real interest for the first time. When the musical instruments came out she launched off my lap and speed crawled over to them. It was odd watching her play independently. I felt like I was watching someone else's giant baby playing!