A quick development note or two. Little Elf finally has her first proper, grown-up word and the word is “No!”, said with a firm shake of the head, a defiant little pout and beetling brows (she’s definitely developing my eyebrows, poor thing). I suspect she genuinely said “Yes” this morning but that could have been a sharp intake of breath before saying “No”.
She’s also insisting on doing up her own shoes, speading her own toast with Nutella and reading the latest issue of the BECTU union magazine before anyone else. She’s now two days short of nineteen months. She can’t actually manage the velcro on her shoes but isn’t about to give up. Not without a tantrum and a far-flung shoe, anyway. She also attempted to climb out of her cot for the first time yesterday.