GET. DOWN.
....geeeeetdowngetdowngetdooooown....
Hmmm, quite recently my daughter has picked up these two little words from somewhere, and now uses them nearly all day everyday. She only has one volume for then too, and that is loud & angry, even when she isn't that cross. It must be frustrating to have found such new freedom on your feet, and yet still have to be carried or strapped into highchairs, car seats and pushchairs. It doesn't half make you feel like other people think you must be torturing your child when they do it in public. I know she is partly saying it because it is something she knows, and partly because she doesn't want to sit still, but it sure feels like rejection when she says it if you pick her up. She said it non-stop for an hours dog walk at Crystal Palace Park today & I felt terrible. The ground was too muddy for her to walk on in her soft cruising shoes, and we wouldn't have given the dog enough exercise had we gone at her non-existent pace. I guess this is a changing point where we need to get used to her walking for herself. Shame it is so wet out, seems like we have moved to a very swampy part of the world here. Time to learn to walk in wellies?
I think I used to have quite low blood pressure...
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