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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

After a weekend away at her grandparents', it's always nice to have Amelie home. For about five minutes. To be honest, when the girl's got Shimmy in a headlock before she even has her coat off, you do feel like shoving her straight back out the door. But obviously we've missed her. In the same way an amputee misses his painful, infected leg. Being without Amelie is like losing a limb. Although it's tempting to learn how to hop.

Anyhoo, Am's been back since yesterday. Which explains why I'm so tired today. She woke up crying at 3am last night, so as the more compassionate (and less pregnant) of her parents, I went in and asked her what was wrong. She told me she'd had a bad dream in which "a monster as big as the sky" had gone chasing after her and "tried to snip my toenails". I told her that's not a dream, it's Mummy after bathtime.

She settled down after that, but insisted I chat to her for half an hour about nursery. It seems she had something on her mind. Apparently Finn has told her that he likes her. That's the same Finn she wants to spend the night with. And having sat up until 4am, he's welcome to her. I'm not dealing with boy talk for another ten years.

2 comments:

Lisa said...

No. It'll be more like 20 years.

Phil's Mum said...

Oh dear.  She IS starting young.  I'm sure your son won't have all these problems until he's at least 30!