Bad dreams

Little girl just woke from a bad dream,  approx. 02:45. Tears, crying, shaking, tired.

Dinosaurs? No.
Monsters? No.

I ate her apple...

First word...

Jude said his first word yesterday.

We think.

It was his first controlled word. Instead of being 'ba ba ba ba ba ba ba' like it has been all week.

Dan and I have been waiting for this moment for months. Dan had been prepping our little boy 'say Da da!', Teagan has been saying 'say Teag-y'... and I've been saying 'where's mama?!' Hehe. Poor baby. Ok. I also have added 'where's Dada?'... a little bit more than I wished to... perhaps out of guilt for those strong competitive urges to want both kids to say my word first ;)

Yes, Teagan's first word was 'MAMA' so naturally I was as pleased as punch. And secretly wishing Jude would follow suit.

The suspense.

Til yesterday.

I was downstairs. Dan was upstairs with Jude. I hear clearly 'ba ba ba ba ba... ma ma!'... Dan yells down 'did you hear that?!' I DID! I WON... Dan starts to encourage Jude to say it again. A short pause after, I hear 'da da!' NOOOO. Teehee. Serves me right.

So there we have it. The cheeky monkey has pleased us BOTH in a matter of a minute.

Adorable. Today, Teagan said 'Mummy, Jude said CAR'.

I didn't hear it. I hear VA.

I don't mind. He says Mama now.

And Dada.

Easily pleased.

Bafflement

Yesterday, I couldn't quite figure out why there were some ornaments on the coffee table. Then I noticed the fly swat was laying flat on the windowsill and when I lifted it, there was a very dead something squished into the sill... I forgot all about it when I went to feed the baby before bed...

Til this morning.

Teagan was happily munching on muesli (after a mini meltdown when she sussed we'd eaten all the Maltesers from yesterday's visitors and she wanted some with breakfast.. I never agreed to that. And I say 'all' loosely, lovely small box, shared some with visitors, most with her & hubby after dinner... and they were MINE!)

Anyway... back to the mystery fly swat/squished thing...

I asked her 'did you move the ornaments from the windowsill?'

Without any hesitation, she replied 'Yes! I did! I moved them cos there was a fly there and I got it and... and... I did it ALL by myself!!'

I exclaimed 'Welldone T! Next, I'll show you how to clean up afterwards ok?'

'Ok Mummy.'

Mystery solved.