High Anxiety


I think it has sunk in that we are going away and that for her, it is a long time. I notice it in the way she comes into our bed every night. I notice it in the way she is more worried about being alone. I notice it in the way that she becomes hyper-controlling – so she can feel safe while feeling out of control. It’s an apprehension thing. When it happens it won’t be as bad as she imagines.

I’m doing what any person would do. I’m bribing her, shamelessly. A present a day for every day we are away.

Together


They’ve started to rely on one another for company. Whenever Riley is asleep, Piper is crawling all over her. She slaps her affectionately on the back, probably in the hope that she will wake up. And whenever Piper goes to sleep, Riley moans on the couch ‘but I miss her!’ Doesn’t stop them fighting over ridiculous things during the day, but it is lovely.

Once Upon a Time


Once upon a time before the never ending rain, we used to be able to go outside. I assume, sometime in the next century we will be able to go outside again. And I will cease to have stir crazy children. That’s the dream. Not crazy children.

Heaven is . . .


This week Riley got the newsbag at preschool. That means that she gets to put something in the newsbag to take in for show and tell. Which means she gets to talk to the whole class about one of her favourite things and why it’s special.

She chose a dragon we bought her at the Hunter Valley Gardens Christmas lights because that way she can talk about the dragon AND the lights. She’s all about maximising her air time.

Looks Like


Riley starts alot of sentences with ‘looks like’. I must say it more often than I realise. But my personal favourite is when she is cuddling me. ‘Looks like I must love you’. I’m glad she’s so certain.

Lego. The Toy That Keeps On Giving.


The other day Riley was watching the Cartoon Network. There was some lego animation on. Maybe it was Star Wars Lego. I’m not sure, I tend to tune out the sound of the TV whenever possible. But all of a sudden I hear excited squealing from the little person on the couch.

‘Look Mummy! It’s lego! But it’s . . . real!!’

GOLD. If a teensy bit inaccurate.

School Readiness Test


FAIL.

I’m thinking that when she can get to the end of three days of preschool and not pass out from sheer exhaustion then she might be ready for school.

But I’m glad she’s not ready. This is precious time between her and me, but also her and Piper. Once she starts school, Piper will really miss her. Best delay that as long as possible.

The Things You Dislike About Yourself


It’s funny how the things you dislike about yourself are reflected back to you in a little person and you don’t dislike those things any more. I hate my freaking mad hair. But I love it on her.

She’s a Thinker


I know another person who is a thinker. Poor child. Genetics are a bitch.

Attack of the Bobble Heads


I don’t know where they came from. But they are everywhere. They have cars, they have houses. Their heads bobble. I have not purchased a single one of them but they are invading my house. The Googy LOVES them, worships the ground they walk on. Although incidentally, I’m not sure about the healthiness of her parenting skills. Yesterday I walked past and she’d picked one in particular up and said to it in a conspiratorial tone ‘you’re my favourite’.