Bite marks and Blackbirds

I woke up this morning to find a bruise had come up on my knee. An incomplete circle with gaps where Beatrice's teeth haven't yet come through. Yes - she bit me yesterday evening. And it hurt. A lot.

Coming downstairs I found feathers all over the lounge. Blackbird feathers. No prizes for guessing what Emily had for breakfast. So I got out the vacuum cleaner and removed them all before the twins came down for their weetabix.

I hope that today improves.

On the Use of Biscuits

When bateleur came in this evening Beatrice indicated, in her usual unsubtle manner, than she wanted something else to eat ("But Mummy only fed me three meals today !"). bateleur gave her a biscuit. Then, to make things fair, he got out another biscuit for Ryan. I then got the job of giving this second biscuit to Ryan.

Beatrice ate her biscuit. In record time. Ryan, however, was delighted with his biscuit. It was a present from Mummy and, consequently, ended up clutched in his left paw as he continued marauding around the lounge. He's like that with all his treasured toys. However, having finished off her own snack, Beatrice soon realised that Ryan happened to have a biscuit of his own that he didn't appear to be eating. She concluded that this meant he obviously didn't want it.

The result was the rather comedy scenario of Ryan touring the lounge with his biscuit, followed closely by Beatrice who was coveting said biscuit.

It's moments like this that make parenthood worth while...