Fiona Fridays
I’ve been thinking for a while that I’d like to have one day a week when I always post something, and that I should keep track of some of the things Fiona says and does. So, Fiona Fridays. Let’s try it.
We’ve all had colds this week and on Wednesday Fiona kept asking me where my “tickler” was. I couldn’t figure out what she was talking about until she woke up from her nap and said “I have a tickler, too.” Some how she decided that it means a runny nose or a cough, so all her animals and things have had “ticklers”.
The sleep strike is still cycling. Yesterday she didn’t nap and by 7 I was pretty much done, and she was saying “I’m not tired! I’m not sleepy!” So I asked her if she’d like to sit in bed and read to herself (hoping she might just conk out). I gave her about 50 books and didn’t hear another peep. Then, an hour or so later “mama, I read them, can I have some more?”. I finally had to turn out the light and stay with her for about 30 seconds before she was out.
For some reason, she’s also decided that she wants to not just sit on my lap, but get into my sweater. Apparently this makes her “a baby in your tummy”, but it is driving me crazy.