Average hours of sleep: Hmmm, very variable. The Dwarfling sleeps through the night and wakes between 5am and 6am most days (although this morning it was 4:45am urgh) which is p average for a kid her age. I try to go to bed between 10-11pm? But I occasionally have a Killer Attack of the Very Wakeful Brain, so yeah, not always.
Last thing I googled: how to escape people who play the victim
Nicknames: Dets.
Birthday: 6 March.
Height: 5′3″ (tall for a Dwarf, short for a giraffe).
Favourite colour: Blue! And also red.
One place that makes me happy: My backyard. It’s nice. Particularly on a lovely spring afternoon, with the rainbow lorikeets squawking madly from the surrounding trees.
Favourite film: Oh damn it. Augh. Uh. Blade Runner, The Fifth Element, The King’s Speech, Galaxy Quest, Spirited Away, LOTR, and there are lots lots LOTS more but don’t make me get up and look at my bookshelves, it’s too far away.
What am I wearing right now: Jeans and a striped T-shirt. I am tres classy.
Last book I read: I just re-read ‘Night Watch’ by Terry Pratchett, one of my favourites. I am re-reading lots of his work rn. *sniffles* Vale Sir Pterry.
Most used phrases: At the moment? Probably ‘who’s a silly sausage!’ bc that’s what I call the Dwarfling. Or ‘shhhhhhh’.
First word that comes to mind: feet. My feet are cold.
Last film I watched in a theatre: Botfa. I don’t get to the movies all that much. I will DEFINITELY be going to see AoU though.
Dream job: can I just write fanfiction for money is that a thing that can happen
Okie doke, and as always bc I am lazy I tag the whole world, so if you want to do the thing go ahead! I ABSOLUTELY tagged you. *nods solemnly*
asdfghjkl mummy guilt
the Dwarfling has a massive bruise around her eye, poor little thing! She is SO active now, rolling and crawling and pulling herself upright on the furniture. There is a lot of crashing, though. Too many little limbs to organise. She had a BIG fall onto her face yesterday, and now she looks like a prize-fighter.
I feel like a very bad mummy. MY POOR BABY.
(Second tooth coming through! She will have two little teeth in the middle of her bottom gum. Upside-down rabbit resemblance intensifying.)
He’s good! He’s been very busy with work lately, which blows. But he loves his job (mostly)! So that’s good!
He ADORES her. She has to be the most kissed baby in the entire universe. They have special time together when he gets home from work. Sometimes they go out, down to the waterside, for a walk in the pram or baby-carrier.
He holds her hands, his back hunched over, so that she can walk around the house. She loves to walk, though she’s nowhere near doing so on her own! She’s cruising – holding onto the furniture – and about three seconds away from crawling. Which is actually really frustrating for her. So many limbs to organise! Mobility is only SECONDS AWAY – if only this stupid second foot would sort itself out!
Mr Dets will get down on the rug with her and help her play with her toys. He blows raspberries on her tummy, and she laughs like a loon. He also loves to spin her above his head – that results in some pretty hilarious baby-cackling!
also she just slammed her hands down over and over, or leaned on the keyboard until I thought she might actually break it.
A lesson was learned today.
okay the Dwarfling is making a bit of a nuisance of herself bc mummy is being boring and playing with her laptop too much (stupid tappy box!). And so I’m going to let her tap away at the laptop for a little bit, and post the result. Because why the heck not. Let her writing debut commence!
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Dwarves must have sharper teeth than human babies do! I’ve worked with babies for years and we’ve seen all manner of bruises, but no bleeding. Holy crap, Dis! Teething must hurt like heck. (Also, this was ADORABLE.)
LOL, the Dwarfling has now drawn my blood twice. This little ficlet was totally inspired by her resurgence of night-waking thanks to the pain. Poor little mite.
(no vampire/Twilight jokes pls, I think we’ve covered them all!)