Thank you for checking in. We are all fine, but I am snowed with work, not to mention holiday issues, so I just haven't had the time to more than briefly check in on some of your blogs. We were away all of last week too, with me working approximately 7am-11pm each day, with about 30 minutes at lunch time to see Pob and H, and on a few evenings I got 45 minutes or so to put her to bed. H did a sterling job as single parent, but was rather worn down by the end of the week.
Pob is flourishing, despite the number of bruises on her face. She confidently walks everywhere, although with that little frankenstein waddle, and many pirouettes mid-journey when she finds she suddenly has misjudged the distance between foot and floor, or decides that another direction is suddenly more attractive. She is very verbal and imitating everything we say - 'hiding' came out this evening in the bath.
She has developed a real criminal mastermind tendency, too. Yesterday when on a playdate with a little girl who doesn't walk yet, she decided she needed the book this other child was playing with. So she took it away to the other side of the room. When the nannies intervened, Pob put the book down, and said "Gone." "Gone" (which sounds like 'ga') is accompanied by a shrug of the shoulders and both hands outstretched in a shrug to demonstrate they are empty. I didn't know toddlers knew how to lie? She shook her head and said "no" and "gone" again several times before the nannies managed to persuade her to share. I'm a bit worried about where this is leading.
She has also managed to teach a few of her small friends her favourite signs. One little boy who she sees once a week has started signing 'hot' to his parents when they serve up his dinner. They asked his nanny what she thought he was doing, blowing on his fingers like that, and she suddenly clicked that he'd picked up this sign from Pob who enjoys it tremendously and uses it whenever possible, often associated with things she's not allowed to touch - we have an open fire to which she signs, "No, hot" on a regular basis.
The new passenger (yet to find the appropriate moniker) may or may not be doing fine. My stomach seems to be expanding, but that could just be greed. I'm tired, but I'm also working like a dog. I gag occasionally when I brush my teeth but shoving the toothbrush against your tonsils will do that. So the signs are not clear. Another clinic scan on Thursday, we'll see what the story is then.