It's been a while since my last out pouring of pro-Beano propaganda so by way of compensation is a positive Smörgåsbord of pictures and a video of her giving a puddle what for. What else is there to say? Clearly she is bloody ace but this has been combined with an ability to sleep beyond 630am, waking at past 7am and then immediately demanding that she is trousered. No longer does she demand an immediate truck load of weetabix to sustain her but to be placed in her trousers and set free to roam the house. And then she gets her breakfast. And then her second and occasionally third breakfast. Which sets her up for the day. Quite rightly.
And what does she spend her day doing? Mostly, singing songs in the
club style, making her parents ice cream from Connect 4 counters, counting to ten and perfecting her tea service. She has also taken to making her father lie down on the floor, sitting on his tummy and insist that he be a cow. Which is quite a sight. Moreover, her wanton destruction of my ornate Lego structures has been tempered by her desire to build towers and make demands of her own - for Lego giraffes, Lego dinosaurs and other things which flummox her mother.
She is also developing an excellent throwing action - snapping her elbow to propel the object through the air with a purity that would make even Geoffrey Boycott coo. Indeed, give it a few months and we'll start training her up to deliver a passable doosra. Bloody marvelous stuff.
Indeed, bloody marvelous can be used to describe pretty much everything that little B does. I don't want to labour the point nor turn into a slavering pater but it is really hard not to turn into puddle of goo when faced with such all round loveliness. Except when she falls asleep when reading a book when you turn your back for thirty seconds and then goes totally jihad when you try and put her to bed.
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