Today's Tweet-Dribbles

140 character brain-splurts of the day...

• 09:51 Using my 1000th Tweet to tell you Violet looks AWESOME today. #
• 09:52 Flowery sundress & clashing stripy tights. Don't even have the excuse that she dressed herself today! #
• 09:55 Oh! And I dreamt Rerun had been born at Sacred Heart (lolScrubsmarathon) last night. He looked like a boy version of Vi. He was wonderful. #
• 09:58 Plus - Budget Day today. How will Darling claw back the fortune he gave to incompetent bankers to waste? Fun times! #
• 14:08 'Paracetamol Caplets: Caution! Contains Paracetamol.' Yeah, cheers for that, Sainsbury's. Wouldn't have worked that out otherwise. #
• 16:31 Drain has been de-clogged. Cost a packet. I got called Sweetheart a lot. #
• 20:08 Rerun's going mental for his melon tonight! Right little Karate Kid. #
• 22:13 Grand Designs! Each time the wife gets pregnant despite the husband spending his life at the building site. Cheeky Kevin! You'll get caught! #

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Cute but irritating conversation.

'Igglepiggle's Blanket' (a piece of red flannel approx 7cm squre with a tiny pice of velco on it for fixing onto Vi's Igglepiggle doll's hand) has been mislaid. It's a tiny object in a very messy house inhabited by a toddler who likes to 'tidy things' into strange places.

I was not aware that the blanket had been lost until I tried to put Vi down for her nap. The first thing that she did was to 'read' the story of Igglepiggle's lost blanket to herself, which was impossibly cute. Unfortunately, it caused her to notice that her Igglepiggle doesn't have his blanket and that when the Igglepiggle in the book looses his blanket, he becomes quite frantic to find it again. I can't find it and I'm not about to turn the house upside down looking for it when I have things to do. Unfortunately, telling your 2 year old that you don't know where the blanket is is never good enough. I have just had the following conversation about 20 times:

Vi (from her bed): Mummy? Mummy. Mummy! MU-MMY! MU-MMY!
Me (from the laundry and/or downstairs): Yes?
Vi: Where's Igglepiggle's blanket gone?
Me: I don't know.
Vi: Don't know. (at this point it sounds very much as if she's relaying my message to Igglepiggle)
Me: Lie down. Go to sleep.
Vi: Lie down. Sleep.

*Pause - about ten seconds.*

Vi: Mummy? MUMMY! MU-MMY!
Me: *sigh* what is it, sweetheart?
Vi: Where's Igglepiggle's blanket gone now?

And so on. She's still clonking around up there, but at least she's stopped asking me about that blessed little rag!