Another week with the Grandragon staying with us, and it’s been long enough that she has knitted Huff a new travel sleeping bag – here she is modelling it.
She is increasingly interested in the world around her, and likes watching things that have bright colours. Occasionally she will lift up a toy and bring it to her mouth: otherwise, she just looks amazed when she does something new, like watching her feet move around.
In the mornings, she’ll wake up before she’s hungry, and be happy to spend some time in the bouncer, or looking out the window at the light and colours.
Puff has given us some grief this week in his night routine: from somewhere, a fear of bed bugs has crept in, and he’s wanted to have a series of long reassurances from Dad that everything will be fine. It’s tough to convince him that it’s okay for Dad to leave the room, and that he doesn’t have to “stay until eight-oh-oh and then [Puff] and Dad will get up and turn the light off and go out of the room and make breakfast”, but he seems to be getting his groove back.
We’ve had a few cold evenings this week, and so the heater has been on in Puff’s room a little more often than usual. For whatever reason, he hasn’t worked out that getting dressed in front of the heater is much more pleasant, but really we’re happier that he doesn’t play with appliances, so that’s a good thing.
Saturday was a trip into Newtown for breakfast with Dad, Puff and Aunty S, and then a trip to the park, and a stroller ride. We had a great time watching the dogs in the park, and talking and playing in the park.
From there we went to another friend’s house, where we played with their kids and had lunch together, and then a quick trip to Koorong to try out the play equipment. Sunday was a day of two different church services, with a trip to the shops in between.
This was an odd moment during the week. Puff had spelled out the names of various numbers, and had all of them right, except that the seven was backwards. Once this was pointed out, Puff couldn’t help himself but fix it right away.
We were asking Puff what he wanted for dessert, and he said “10 jellybeans in a cup”. Dad went to the cupboard to fetch a small plastic bowl, but Puff said “No, that’s a bowl”. The next plastic receptacle retrieved from the cupboard was deemed a “container”, and then “Yes! That’s a cup! Good Daddy.”