A month and a bit out from her birthday and Ruby has developed a fascination with crawling around holding things in her mouth. Perhaps she was a puppy in her last life, or perhaps it's just the novelty of being able to carry things that way; whatever it is, she's unstoppable... if it's not the plastic loop thing off one of her toys... this way... ... or that...
then it's a phone card...
or the video card...or a skittle...
or a sock...She also likes to chew on our shoes (hence the puppy theory) and we're going with the 'great for the immune system' theory with that, or the thought of what she's ingesting would be unbearable.
Here's another random marmite shot. Got home from work to find Ruby covered in marmite like never before, and looking pretty happy about it. She's lost her lovely baby smell and permanently smells faintly of marmite now.
We went away for a weekend a few weeks ago, and after a few minutes during which it was 'far too quiet' we came into the room to find Ruby happily occupied with very systematically pulling her nappies out of the bulk lot we had just bought and flinging them onto a pile behind her .... so we let her do that for a while ...
then Owen packed them all away again ...and she pulled them all out again ...then Owen gave up and joined her...then finally put them out of her reach and two seconds later she was emptying our suitcase. Great kid to have around when you're unpacking things. Otherwise... best to lock her into a swing or something!
I’m a mother of two little girls aged nearly 3 (going on 12) and 5 (going on 17). I’m married to a man who grew up in a different country, and a good 7 years ahead of me. I work full-time at a job in which I edit the work of very clever people. I’m quite often confused and I very often feel as if I reside in the twilight zone.
When one of my daughters vehemently disputes something that I know to be true (such as, oh, I dunno … water is wet … yet she is adamant it is dry) - Twilight zone. When my husband talks to me about bands that he loved when I was still in nappies, dropping in the odd Scottish-ism so I start to wonder if we even speak the same language - Twilight zone. When I realize I’ve edited an entire paper and understood not one tiny bit of it - Twilight zone.
These then, are my notes from this perplexing zone.