Ivy bucket

We still bath Ivy in a tummy tub- a glorified bucket really. It's meant to recreate the womb for them with the baby in a fetal position, but Ivy tends to spend most of her time standing and jumping about. Then again, considering the battering my ribs took whilst pregnant maybe this is what she always did in the womb.

You can see the impressive bruise on her head from the pole incident yesterday.

This morning Ivy and I practised her ability to respond to 'come here'- basically I made her follow me round the house like a puppy. In the afternoon we had a suprise visit from Tim and Laura so we had tea (out of a pot like a proper tea party) in the nursery. Ivy showed off her balancing and was very pleased when she convinced Tim and Laura to read to her.

For the first time today, I ran into difficulty emptying the dishwasher with Ivy in the kitchen. Normally she's perfectly content to play with her box of kitchen toys whilst I get on with stuff- she's never been so determined to help. After extracting her from inside the dishwasher for the third time I gave up.

Whilst breast feeding Ivy in the evening and nibbling on her hands I noticed she had started to smell abit mouldy between her fingers. So we gave her a tub of soapy water to play with to clean her up a bit. She tipped all the water out and gave the floor a good scrub with a cloth she found. I think she is clearly keen for housework, but perhaps we need to find a better way to channel her enthusiasm.

After I put her down for the night, Euan and I could hear a squeaking sound coming from upstairs. There's one squeaky bar on her cot she's discovered and she likes to play with it- Euan thinks she's trying to wear it down so she can escape, I suspect it's her plan to make fire....