I put Matilda to bed tonight as usual.
As usual means after a bath with Papa and books with both of us -- Niclas and I lying on the floor with Matilda sitting on her bed between us (her bed is on the floor)-- Matilda crawls into bed and I lie with her while she falls mostly to sleep.
That's what we did tonight. But tonight the cat, who has figured out that her only chance for attention is to look to the kid, remained in her room. So when I left the room, I left the door opened a crack so the cat could get out. But by the time I'd gotten to the bathroom and pulled out my hairbrush, Matilda was standing at the door to Niclas' office.
"Hi! Where Mama?"
"Hi! She's in the bathroom."
So she rounded the stairs and came to get me in the bathroom.
This whole talking thing is just killing me. Everyday more words (last Sunday it was "cappuccino"). Now she's stringing words together. And killing me with the laughing. Everyday.
