Meh, I Fancied A Night In Anyway...

So Daddy and I had planned to head into town tonight for mojitos and a couple of movies. A proper night out for the grown-ups - at last! Michael Jackson's This Is It and Saw VI is what we'd decided on. (For some reason, new Saw movies are usually first released in cinema's on Halloween. Adds to the thrill I suppose LOL.) Daddy and I have always preferred to go for the late night showings of movies at the cinema. Don't know why, we just always have. And the last showings at our cinema are usually at around 10.30pm. So we got there, usual time...

But it was well and truly packed! Swarming with married couples and teenagers dressed as vampires with fake blood dripping from the corners of their mouths and dead cheerleaders in stripey knee high socks - you know the sort.

There must have been hundreds of people. And all remaining showings of Saw VI were completely booked. We should've known this would happen. After all it is halloween, but for us that's just a coincidence. Now this was our first saturday night out in ages so we decided to fight our way through the crowd in an attempt to salvage our movie date.

Squinting at the screens above the box office, I soon realised that unless it was seriously boring - it was fully booked. And it was my idea to head home. So here we are. I'm on here writing this, Daddy is in the kitchen rustling up something to eat and in a minute i'll go and choose a DVD for us to watch.

Oh well, you win some - you lose some!

It's Halloween At Last!

We've just got back from Nanny & Grandads, the girls are going Trick or Treating at around 4pm and I wanted to get them all dressed up ready and take some photos. J.R's been looking forward to "Halloween Day" for weeks. E.M made a fuss but it's only a cry for my attention, as usual.

Nanny had lots of activities planned for when they got back - colouring books, mini pumpkin painting and DVD's. There aren't enough hours in the day!

Do feel like i'm missing out a little bit, but I know they'll have a good time and that's the main thing.

Anyway, here they are in their Halloween costumes:

J.R's costume this year is the most expensive yet, with sparkly tights and lots of other accessories.

But it didn't take much to get E.M sorted - most of the clothes she owns are black anyway - if anything I had to brighten her up a little bit, with pink glitter and SPIDERS!

(And yes, Grandad did give them a handful of goodies in the bottom of their treat bags to 'start them off'. That's just an excuse really isn't it...)

Ooh and check out the scary faces on these cupcakes that J.R decorated this morning:

That's HER drawing. Weird huh?

The Free Weekend Starts Here!

Me and Daddy are about to head off to London for a photo shoot.

I've only had one professional photography session in my whole life, when I was teenager and I remember having such a good time but not being able to purchase any prints because they were so expensive! So this time I put down a deposit in advance for my photos, and have blown a tonne of money on new clothes (I haven't spoilt myself in a long, LONG time) so it's all good. The girls are spending the day and night at Nanny & Grandads and they've offered to have them all the way through until sunday afternoon. The lucky things are going Trick or Treating for the first time!

Anyway, I must get on before I make us any later...I still gotta fit all those clothes and accessories into my bag!

See you when we get back.

Thought Bubble Thursday

Come Dine With Me...

And tonight's host - Baby E.M!

Tuesday's Fly On The Wall

A conversation between me and Miss J.R, on our way home.

J.R "Mummy, i'm Lola."

"Are you, who's the baby then?"

J.R "No, baby is nothing. Mummy YOU are Charlie!"

"But hunny, I can't be Charlie - Charlie's a boy..."

J.R "No, Mummy. I SAID YOU ARE CHARLIE!"

"Ok, ok i'm Charlie."

.....

J.R "Nooo, you're not Charlie, you're my Mummy."

The House Is A Tip! But For A Good Reason...

I'm having a HUGE clearout of Baby items, from toys to clothes and even buggies - it's all going. I've already found a home for the pink Bumbo babyseat we had sitting in the girls' bedroom cupboard...and that's been there for eons! But it's in vgc and it's original box and is making me a tidy £20 tomorrow morning.

Meanwhile i've sorted all the baby clothes into age groups and labeled/bagged them up accordingly. But all this work still wont have made it any tidier in here by the time Daddy gets home!

Introducing A New Weekly Feature

"Thought Bubble Thursday" starts this week :)

It's simply a thought for the week and could be a parenting related thought...or just completely random! Hope you enjoy it.

Wow! Is it Sunday already?

I ain't gonna lie, it has been a tough one today, but for fear of sounding repetitive (Everyone's shouting at everyone else round here! Argh!!) i'm gonna go ahead and say it wasn't all bad news...

It's fast becoming tradition that when Daddy leaves for football Baby E.M plays up. BIGTIME.

That child really is the original little terror when her Daddy isn't around.

She runs from me, points her finger at me and tells me no, or just ignores me altogether! And she loves to wind her big sister up. So it's become mandatory that she takes some time out - on her own - in her room, every sunday afternoon. Mostly i've found that she gets her toys out for a bit but then goes for a nap during this time. Either way, I get some peace at last.

Meanwhile, J.R (following a stern talking to from both me and Daddy yesterday afternoon) has shown a vast improvement in her potty training today.

Whereas before she used to be uninterested and just generally too lazy. I was angry because it's a complete waste of money buying expensive Pull-Up pants for a child who can feel she is very wet, or even dirty but doesn't care!

She even got to the point of lying to us about being dirty when we asked her, just so that she didn't have to stop what she was doing and get cleaned up.

But as I said, today we've seen some really good improvement.

She's been wearing real knickers all day, is willing to tell me when she needs to go and has been for a wee on the toilet four times today, with only one accident. What a brilliant effort!

I hope you enjoyed the recipe posts this week, all for National Baking Week 2009, and maybe even tried your hand at a little baking yourself? If not, don't worry 'cos we resume normal posting again tomorrow - no more of this baking talk! (Well, not every day anyway.)

And last but not least - although this only applies if you live in the UK - I trust you turned your clocks back an hour today?

If not, I hope for your sake you didn't turn up for work an hour early this morning LOL

I'm one to talk though, I was NOT about to get up at 2am on a sunday to turn all our clocks back an hour...but then I came downstairs this morning and freaked out thinking i'd woken up at lunchtime!

Recipe: Carrot Cake

It's the first time i've ever made a carrot cake, and this is the recipe I used. When cooked just right it makes the most lovely, moist cinnamon-sweet cake!

You will need:

300g plain flour

2 tsp cinnamon

1 tsp baking powder

½ tsp bicarbonate of soda

200g soft brown sugar

4 eggs

250ml oil

1 orange, zested

200g carrots, finely grated

And for Cream Cheese Frosting:

125g unsalted butter at room temperature

50g icing sugar

250g cream cheese

Preheat the oven to 150°C/Gas 2. Sift the flour, cinnamon, baking powder and bicarbonate of soda together and stir in the sugar. Beat the eggs with the oil and orange zest. Stir in the carrots and fold everything into the flour mixture. Divide the mixture between two tins and bake for 1 hour or until a skewer inserted through the centre of the cake comes out clean. Leave to cool.

For the frosting, beat the butter and icing sugar together until soft and then beat in the cream cheese. Chill the mixture until it's thick but spreadable. Place the first cake topside down on a serving plate and spread a thick layer of frosting on top. Carefully place the second cake, topside up this time onto the first cake and cover both cakes with frosting.

Note: I made this cake in your average sized shallow sandwich tin - remember the finished cake will be double that size!

Recipe: Brownie Bites

I love these myself, and so does everyone else who's tasted them!

It can sometimes be a bit tricky to judge how well done they are, but it gets easier with practice :)

You Will Need:

• 100g dark chocolate

• 110g butter

• 225g sugar

• 2 large eggs, beaten

• 50g flour

• 1/2 tsp baking powder

• 1 tsp salt

Pre heat the oven to 180°c/Gas 4 and grease and line a shallow baking tray with baking paper. Break up the chocolate into small pieces, then melt it together with the butter on a low heat.

Spoon the choc/butter mixture and sugar into a large bowl.

Add beaten eggs to the mixture.

In a separate bowl mix the flour with the salt and baking powder, then add to the main mixture and stir well. Transfer the mixture into the baking tray.

Bake in the oven for around 30 minutes making sure not to over cook.

Turn the oven temperature down if unsure. The outside of the brownie should be crisp with the insides remaining quite sticky.

Leave to cool, then remove from tray and cut into bitesize chunks.

Recipe: Easy Garlic Bread

Everyone loves garlic bread! Why not try swapping the baguette for some ciabatta bread and grating some of your favourite cheese to melt on top?

You Will Need:

3 large cloves of garlic, 100g soft butter, 2 tbsp finely chopped parsley, 1 baguette.

Preheat the oven to 200°c/400°f/Gas 6. Peel and finely chop the garlic. Mix the chopped garlic with the butter and the stir in the parsley. Take the baguette and make diagonal incisions about 3cm apart using a sharp knife. Make sure you don't cut straight through the bread! Spread the garlic butter generously between the slices. Then wrap the baguette in a sheet of tin foil and bake in the middle of the oven for around 10 minutes. Then open the foil and allow the top of the baguette to crisp for an extra 3-4 minutes.

Recipe: Speedy Chicken Pie

This recipe has been adapted slightly, and the original can be found in The Baby & Toddler Cookbook & Meal Planner by Sara Lewis.

When you first look at the ingredients list for this recipe, you'd be forgiven for thinking - Crisps?

But trust me, it turns out yummy!

This is what you'll need:

• 1 celery stick

• 1 small tin of sweetcorn

• mayonaise

• 2 cooked skinless and boneless chicken breasts

• 1 or 2 packets of plain crisps

• 1 bag of grated red Leicester cheese

Preheat the oven to 220°c/425°f/Gas 7.

Rinse the celery, slice thinly and place in a bowl with the drained sweetcorn.

Dice the chicken breasts and add to the bowl, mix together with just enough mayonaise to coat all the ingredients.

(The more mayo you add, the creamier the pie mixture will turn out.) After mixing well, spoon into a shallow oven dish and level the surface.

Roughly crush the crisps and sprinkle over the chicken mixture.

Top with the grated cheese and cook for 10 minutes until the pie is piping hot and bubbly. Cool slightly then serve with peas and brocolli.

Spot The Baby...

It's been a long day for our E.M LOL

E.M & The Laundry Bag

E.M has taken a liking to the laundry bag.

I can't for the life of me remember how it started, all I know is that she absolutely loves being dragged around in it! She fits in it perfectly, gets in AND out of it all on her own - and has named it Choo Choo :)

National Baking Week Starts Here!

I love baking goodies anyway, but this week I have a great excuse -

It's National Baking Week!

The theme for 2009 is 'Bake & Share' so i'll be busy in the kitchen all this week and sharing my photos and favourite recipes with all my readers at the end of the week. Watch this space :)

My Stressful Sunday: Pt.2

It's almost 9pm, J.R has been asleep for a good few hours now, she stirs once in a while and complains but goes back to sleep, every so often I bring her up a drink and a dose of cough syrup.

She's in pain because of the Chickenpox, which has taken over her lips and chin, and physically tired because of the cough.

E.M is awake right now, but has been sleeping on and off most of the evening. Her cough keeps waking her up and she sometimes gets angry.

She wont be due another dose of cough syrup again for a good few hours, so I just keep her drinks topped up. Nice cold water and the occasional milk.

I can't remember the last time I ate, but i'm in pain with hunger. I've just made myself a Philadelphia and ham toastie, which is most likely the 2nd thing i've eaten all day. I'm so tired, both girls are ill, i've eaten next to nothing today...I just haven't had the time, trying to get one child settled but then the other wakes up crying, then settling that one until the other wakes up crying...but I should really eat, I can't afford to be ill. E.M is drifting off to sleep again.

Will see if I can get some nice, easy-to-cook microwave meals tomorrow morning.

My Stressful Sunday: Pt.1

It hasn't been an easy week this week, and today is no exception. So many things have gone wrong for me today, and i'm just so miffed i'm not even gonna begin to list them.

J.R has been on and off an emotional rollercoaster all week, (one minute she's stubborn and demanding and the next she's crying for my help) but maybe because she's ill? And my poor little E.M, having just fully recovered from Chickenpox has now picked up her sisters' cough. And she's losing her voice LOL. I know I shouldn't laugh, but she's so cute. Her voice is small and mousey as it is, but now that she's losing it, it's gone all squeaky and sometimes almost disappears altogether. She's just drifting off to sleep next to me as I write this, my poor little mite.

And it's all gone quiet here at number 64.

Shopping!

Been looking forward to today, we're going out to get our little E.M some essentials for starting pre-school...she has her Induction on the 20th! So excited.

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Anyhoo, had a really successful shopping trip. We bought:

• Pink adidas trainers (E.M's previous un-branded trainers had taken quite a beating from everyday wear)
• A school bag (that isn't huge on her)

And a couple of long sleeve cotton cardi's to keep her arms warm now the days are starting to get a bit chilly.

This may not sound like a lot to you, but trust me, it's hard to shop for this one. She's only a little thing, and most of the time trouser legs and long sleeves are just TOO long!

E.M's 2 Year Check-Up & J.R Gets Chickenpox

Just out of the blue yesterday I received a phone call from one our local Health Visitors, to inform me that E.M was due for her 2 Year Check-Up - I see they still have a one month backlog then, since it is October now - so I made an appointment for today.

E.M is usually VERY shy and nervous when it comes to people she doesn't know, often clinging to me and 'crying', and this morning was no exception.

I have to admit that on our way to the appointment I was already wondering how much we'd get done, since the whole check-up generally takes about 30-40 mins, I was just waiting for the words: "How about we re-schedule?" As if re-schelduling the appointment would make E.M behave any better...

As expected, E.M was fine in the waiting room, it was when the HV's started talking to us that she got silly. She clung to me, refusing to look at them, she forced out those crocodile tears and she answered every question with a "Noo."

So the HV's decided that they would go through the question/answer parts of the check-up with me then and there, but leave the practical parts until next week when they would come to our house - in the hope that J.R (being the enthusiastic one of the two) would take part, encouraging her little sister to do the same...We'll see!

Meanwhile, J.R has at last caught Chickenpox.

It all started yesterday morning when she got up, I noticed she had a strange round cut on her bottom lip, and it wasn't scabbing over. So when we got to pre-school I asked the manager to take a look and just keep an eye on it for me during the course of the day.

She did, but in the end dismissed it as a cold sore saying they behaved in a similar way. But today it's really looking like a Pox.

It's opened up, started to yellow and scab over slightly, with the skin around it peeling. Plus J.R has another suspicious looking spot on her chin, which looks like it's gonna break through very soon...

Cheeky Things: What My 3 Year Old Knows & My 2 Year Old Doesn't...

It's bedtime here and I have just been upstairs for the third time to tell J.R and E.M to stop messing about and go to sleep.

They share a room, because when we first moved into this house, although I was around five months pregnant with E.M, they wouldn't grant us a third bedroom - no matter how much we begged!

But anyway, for that reason the girls have to put up with eachother.

So I trudged upstairs for the third time to issue the ultimatium: If they didn't go to sleep immediately we wouldn't be making cupcakes tomorrow...

As I got closer to the gate, E.M sounded like she was having a great time, she was giggling uncontrollably and making sound effects all over the room. I cracked open the gate to see J.R's eyes snap shut and she lay there like a statue, while E.M was caught with her hands up in the air. She froze. She was caught.

I told her to cut it out and go to sleep. She got into bed, rolled over and I covered her up.

I walked out of the room and glanced at J.R who was "sleeping." She had the most angelic look on her face. It was, however, coupled with a tiny smirk that spoke of the singing and dancing about that she'd been doing right before she heard the stairs creak, announcing my arrival.

But that's the difference between being a 3 year old and 2 year old.

J.R can hear me coming, anticipate my arrival, and pretend to do what she's supposed to be doing, while E.M still has no idea that the footfalls on the stairs are made by me on my way up to their room. So she ignores them.

She continues playing and even says, "Hiya, Mummy!" when I step into the room. It's not until I speak sternly to her does she realise she is supposed to be sleeping.

She usually squints her eyes shut, I cover her up, and she stays that way until I leave the room. It's a sure bet though, that the minute I walk back downstairs and sit down, she can be heard laughing and prancing about - our E.M is very heavy footed for such a miniature person.

You know sometimes it sounds like they are having SO MUCH fun up there, I wish I could spy on them with a video monitor!

Tuesday's Fly On The Wall

J.R has a smirk on her face and her right eye closed tight.

J.R "Mummy, look at my eye!"

Mummy "What's wrong with your eye?"

J.R "It's got a pirate in it..."

LOL

We Are OFFICIALLY Out Of Nappies!

And into pull-up pants.

(Or big-girl pants as we call them in this house!)

For two whole days now.

E.M has made the transition easily...i'm so lucky.

We're still trying to teach her how to pull them down effectively, but that's nothing really. Most of the pull-up pants you can buy nowadays have the little indicators on the front, a little blue pattern which shows up when dry but disappears the first time your child wets themselves, supposedly this makes it easier for them to understand?

So anyway, i've noticed E.M has been keeping completely dry between sessions on the potty - and she's been for a wee three times today!

I Rarely Come Across Something That I Find So Ridiculous

That I simply must share it with you...but this really made me laugh!

As written by Jeremy Clarkson in The Sun newspaper yesterday,

Saturday October 10 2009.

GORDON BROWN likes to know what we're up to. He takes photographs of our cars as we drive to work, he has spy drones in the sky to monitor hippies and he keeps photocopies of every businessman's eyeball.

He films our trips to the shopping centre, uses massive computer resources to establish how much money we earn, has facial recognition cameras all around London and he sometimes eavesdrops on our telephone conversations. Especially if we say that "the party went down like a bomb".

But even this endless probing isn't enough because now he wants to know what's in your FRIDGE.

I'm not making this up. In the wake of the Baby P scandal, Government agents in Harrow have been told that if they look in a family's fridge they will be able to decide if a child is being abused.

All I can say is that i'm glad they didn't come round to my house this morning because all of my kids would have been handed over to Elton John immediately.

The milk was cheese, the cheese was covered in a furry green blanket and the blanket, if you looked carefully, was moving. At the back, just behind the tub of coleslaw with a "best before the Boer War" sticker was a potato which had sprouted and become what can only be described as a tree. There was also a tube full of cream I use to stop fungus growing on my face, a cocktail sausage with the constitution of granite and a sorry-looking pork chop which had oozed pus on to the sherry trifle someone made for my birthday. In April.

It wasn't all bad news, though. In amongst this seething mass of bacteria, disease and goo were 16 bottles of Tiger beer, 14 of Peroni and half a crate of Chablis.

What information can we gather from this? That I am a culinary slob? Perhaps. That I am a compulsive hoarder? For sure. That i'm a drunk? Hmmm.

But a bad parent? The fact is that my children eat fresh food and if something's left over it usually goes in the dog. And what the dog refuses goes in the chickens.

Idiotic

The fridge is for food items that no one likes - stupid sauces you bought on holiday, bits of strong cheese that make you go cross-eyed and the lettuce your wife keeps buying even though neither you, your children or your dog would ever dream of putting such an idiotic and pointless thing in their mouths. And, of course, the fridge is for beer and wine.

If I was looking for signs of child abuse, I certainly wouldn't bother ferreting about in the ice tray. I'd look for evidence of malnourishment, cigarette burns and broken bones.

But that's the world we live in today. You are accused of being a paedophile if you take a child to school and now you are accused of being an abuser if your milk's a bit off.

What Does This Look Like To You?

Yep, that's right, it's a pocket library.

A Waybuloo Pocket library to be exact. Six little books in a slip case. Because J.R picked up one of these in Tesco today and said "Mummy, is that cigarettes?"

Well obviously I told her it wasn't, but i'm still a little shocked and confused...what the ?

Daddy Teaches: The Boys & The Girls

Daddy is teaching J.R who in our family is a boy and who's a girl. This is because she keeps calling him "Good girl Daddy" and he's had enough LOL

Daddy's Notes

What E.M Did.

Today my littlest girl did a wee on the potty for the first time. E.M's been showing an interest in using the potty for a while now, even before her 2nd birthday. She used to pick it up, move it around the room, sit on it, pick it up and do it all over again. But always fully clothed - she's never sat on it without a nappy on. So since J.R started back at pre-school i've been using some of the time to get E.M started on potty training...

A lot earlier than J.R I know, but then younger siblings tend to show interest in potty training at an younger age having seen their older brother or sister go through it.

So E.M spent her afternoons, sitting nappy-less on a pink potty in my front room, watching TV. But nothing happened. So I started on the books.

I gave her a couple, we read them together, talked about them, then I left them with her and she would quite happily sit there - reading on the potty. And tonight, after about 15 minutes we finally got a result, a wee wee! We went crazy with praise for her, you should've seen her face when she saw what she'd done. She looked as surprised as we did!

Zzzzz...

The girls NEVER EVER have a nap for Mummy.

I've tried everything, routine, milky drinks, reasoning...begging.

I just want to know what i've got to do for them to take their afternoon nap peacefully.

If they could just nap for, oh.... about 8 hours a day, life, my life, would be a walk in the park ;-)

No seriously though, when you fall asleep in situ this many times in JUST ONE WEEK - you NEED to start having a proper afternoon kip.

Don't deny yourself E.M.

It's Raining It's Pouring!

If you hadn't already guessed from the title, it's raining.

And it has been for the last two days here where we are, pretty much all day. I've never liked the rain, since I was young i've felt like Rain = Dirty. Dunno why, just always have!

So this time i've come up with a solution. Don't get wet.

I know, I know it sounds really obvious but when I say don't get 'wet' I mean AT ALL. Not your hair, or the bottoms of your jeans, nothing. Since i'm short i'm used to the bottoms of my jeans catching puddles and the dirty water soaking me up to my knees. So we are - all three of us - wearing leggings, tucked into our boots, hats and our hoods over the top. (Except for J.R who refused to wear her hat on the way home from school 'cos she said it messes her hair up!)

Mind you, all these cosy clothes didn't stop my girls having fun splashing in puddles...when you're that age you don't seem to mind the rain do you? Bless.

Tuesday's Fly On The Wall

The Airplane Conversation

J.R *Gasps* "Mummy what's that noise?"

Mummy "Oh that's just a plane flying high up in the sky."

J.R "[J.R] go on a plane and go in the sky?"

Mummy "Maybe one day. At the moment you're too little, only big girls and boys and Mummies and Daddies can go on planes..."

J.R "Mummy, what people you wanna on a plane?"

Mummy "Who do I want to go on a plane? Oh, that's easy. Mummy, [J.R], Daddy and [E.M]."

J.R "Oh no...Daddy cann'y go on a plane!"

Mummy "Why not?"

J.R "He's belly is TOO big."

It's Not Big And It's Not Clever

But J.R seems to think it is.

We've been telling her about this for weeks.

Somehow I don't think she's got the message.

You CANNOT take one bite out of an apple or pear and then put it back into the fruit bowl!!

Daddy's Not Here

And so, E.M has decided that today she DOES NOT have to:

• put her pyjama trousers back on.

• put ANY trousers on at all.

• eat her breakfast.

• sit on the sofa nicely if she wants to watch TV.

But instead SHE WILL:

• run and throw her pyjama trousers into the kitchen.

• walk around the house in just a nappy and vest.

• lick all the butter from two slices of toast.

• and watch the TV from a mere three inches away.

Rebel.

Just Me, Mum & A Couple Of Doogies

My dad and brother are in London on a business thing for a few days, meaning my mum is home alone.

So today I spent the day with her.

My girls stayed at home with their Daddy while I went to my parents house. I haven't actually been over there for quite a long time now (because of the Chickenpox episode etc.) and it made a nice change. It certainly looked like the dogs missed me!

What a wonderful greeting :)

I did miss those two naughties. Lady wanted my attention for a good part of the day, even Blossom, (she's quite a shy and nervous character who doesn't very often approach you unless she really trusts you) kept bringing their toys over and we had several Tug-of-War's and a great game of 'Hunter'!

Me and mum spent time chatting and catching up on all the gossip...

Mum insisted we bake a cake while I was here, it was a ready mix Marble cake, she thought it looked gorgeous - even BEFORE we put it in the oven!

And though it wasn't perfect, it tasted damn good.

We had lunch and dinner together, watched a couple of films and did some work on the computer until it got late. At around 11.30pm I called it a day (with so little of it left!) and got a taxi back to mine.

My dad and brother are due to arrive home later tonight.

New Beds At Last

5pm: Hurrah! The girls each have a beautiful new bed, very exciting...will assemble them in a little bit.

Need to tidy up their bedroom first -it's a complete mess- and take apart the old cot and bed.

It's gonna be a long evening for Mummy. Best get to work then eh?

Mealtime Refusal & Acceptance

E.M refused to eat her lunch this afternoon.

I cut it all up into little pieces for her, I even offered to feed her, but she turned away. Then I started reasoning with her, and then telling her she has to eat or she'll go hungry. Nothing worked. And so, after about 15 minutes of screaming refusal and crying... I let her have it her way.

NO lunch for E.M.

And (as I expected) about an hour later she came up to me and said, "Mummy, Mummy din-din?" and asked me to get her seated in her high chair. Hehe.