Two Sparrow stories from Father's Day. First, she and I gave James his card. She has just worked how to grab things, so she was able to hold it long enough to "hand" it to him, though he sort of had to get his hands in the right place to help. Inside was a message written by me and signed by Sparrow. Because Mummy is an optimist, after a few attempts at juggling baby, marker and card I'd managed to get her to hold a big red texta for just long enough to get a squiggle on the card before she dropped the pen. The card also contained a note saying "Mummy says not to ask what else has red pen on it now" :-). Thankfully, we didn't get pen too many places - except on her fingers. I then promptly forgot about it, and two hours later was playing with her and went "Oh my god, your fingers are bleeding, what have you done, show me", and (of course) suddenly she went "Oh, time to make a fist!" and I couldn't get her hands open to see what was making them red. So that was a bit of a panic.
Second, I know you will have better wee stories than me, seeing as you have an energetic boy child with wavable plumbing. That is one of the delights of having a girl - when they're on the change table, you know where the sneaky wee will go, even when you don't see it happening. Well, at least this is the theory. Sparrow can get a little bit of a fountain going, maybe two inches straight up into the air if there's enough pressure built up. For Fathers Day, she showed James a new trick: lifting her bottom half into the air with the feet towards the face (which is new). And then promptly combined that with a wee fountain, so that the nappy she was on stayed perfectly dry and her armpits got soaked. I think this trumps my previous best, which was when she managed to get one foot in classic soccer striker pose and then bounce the stream of wee off it so that it rebounded onto her bellybutton. If that had been deliberate, I'd wonder whose dexterity genes she'd gotten.
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Second, I know you will have better wee stories than me, seeing as you have an energetic boy child with wavable plumbing. That is one of the delights of having a girl - when they're on the change table, you know where the sneaky wee will go, even when you don't see it happening. Well, at least this is the theory. Sparrow can get a little bit of a fountain going, maybe two inches straight up into the air if there's enough pressure built up. For Fathers Day, she showed James a new trick: lifting her bottom half into the air with the feet towards the face (which is new). And then promptly combined that with a wee fountain, so that the nappy she was on stayed perfectly dry and her armpits got soaked. I think this trumps my previous best, which was when she managed to get one foot in classic soccer striker pose and then bounce the stream of wee off it so that it rebounded onto her bellybutton. If that had been deliberate, I'd wonder whose dexterity genes she'd gotten.
Lastly, because you probably didn't get to see this: my current favourite cute baby photo: Sparrow sees her first elephant.