The big event in May is that she is out of her cot and into her "Big Girl's Bed". She absolutely swims in it, so I think she will be in this one for many years yet. The transition was pretty easy; she comes downstairs a couple of times each evening, but except for the first few days she has been ok in the mornings. She now trots into our room around 6.30 or 7am and declares "It's morning time!". This is a nicer wakeup call than Morning Report, even with the bird calls, and nicer than my Radiohead CDs.
Andy came downstairs one day recently, suspicious because it had been so quiet. This is what she found:
Mlle had gone to the fridge, got out an egg, cracked it open and was about to cook it on her toy stove.
Evidence that Generation Z (or is she AA?) can multitask - storytime and texting at the same time:
Mother (Gen X, just) is having enough trouble on the one task.
