All Mabel, all the time

Last night Mabel woke up crying and writhing with a pain in her tummy. This morning she said she had just been hungry. Not peritonitis, then. Could have told me that in the middle of the night when I was doing my Pieta impression. (Wherupon she fell back asleep and I heaved a huge sigh of relief.)

The white noise made no difference last night, except to leave me convinced that it was about to rain in her room at any moment because the humidifier had been running so long. She still woke up after less than two hours of sleeping. The new and exciting development, however, was that I had taken Dash to his karate class and B put Mabel to sleep. Admittedly, she was exhausted, but she has never (since newborn days, when a baby will fall asleep on anything with a pulse) gone to sleep for him before. And without a peep, too.

So that was good.

Today, we had nothing on the agenda and were on the move relatively early, so after bringing Dash to school she and I headed for the mall and had a nice-until-inevitable-meltdown mother-and-daughter morning of snacking, playing, and browsing. We took a look in the Lego store and she immediately started taking the minifig keyrings off their display and deciding which was whose mummy/sister/grandad.
"Look, Mummy! It's R2!"
"R2D2? So it is!"
We finally got Dash to watch Star Wars over the Christmas break, and of course Mabel saw it too. I desperately hoped the lovely nerds who work in the Lego store would hear and appreciate my pint-sized prodigy, but I think they missed the moment.

She's been well stuffed with sausage and oven fries this evening (there was carrot, she declined - but she did have ketchup and that's a vegetable); I'm having another glass of wine and hoping for no more hunger pangs/appendicitis tonight. Never a dull moment, yaknow.