Life goes on.
Pokemon is gradually being abandoned for Dragons: Race to the Edge. Even poor Bunbun is being affected by F's latest fad, getting left behind in favour of her sister's giant plushy Toothless. C is delighted - she has remained loyal to the PJ Masks, and now that F is off trained her dragon most of the time, C can play with Owlette, Gecko and Catboy much more than before. Owlette has already lost her cape.
"Broken, can't fly," C tells me in a matter of fact way about twice a day. "Daddy fixit." There's only so much superglue can do, the damn thing's already more glue than cloak.
She's two tomorrow, C is. It's unreal, the time just floats off. One minute, she's keeping us up all night screaming, the next, she's, well, she still does that, actually. But she's louder. And more creative. She got herself deliberately stuck on the windowsill behind her bed after lights out the other night. "Daddy! Stuck!" although she wasn't, she was curled up in a ball behind the curtain and sniggering over her own cunning.
F is somehow immune to C's nightly shenanigans. She rolls over and goes back to sleep as C shrieks and thrashes, or turns the lights on at two in the morning. C will happily crawl into our bed, beat round the ears and backs and cry until she's sick if we try to stop her. She doesn't dare try any of that on F. There are possibly methods at work of which I know nothing there. Somehow, I don't dare ask for tips.
C marched herself to playgroup this morning (F scootered), where she proudly took off her hat, shoes and dummy, handed them to me and said "put away!" And then happily went off to play with no fuss. She's just had Hand, Foot and Mouth disease, the hilariously named Coxsackie Virus that looks a bit like chicken pox, so her birthday photos are going to be a little blotchy. She's been ill with something every fortnight, quite religiously. She also proselytises enthusiastically.
We've had everything she's had, every cold, stomach bug and fever. Summer holidays are coming up. I'm knackered, V's knackered and the break is long-awaited. If we keep her out of that den of plagues she calls Dagis for a bit, we might get some strength back.
Yeah, I just read that back to myself. A summer holiday with both girls? If we're still awake or alive by August, I'll count it a win.
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