Saturday, 18 June 2005

Caught in the act

I know it's probably irritating how I'm moving back and forth in time, messing with your minds by stubbornly insisting on approaching this blog in a chronological order even though I am so far behind it almost seems pointless trying to catch up. But don't try talking me out of it; you're dealing with someone who alphabetises her DVD collection and organises her magazines by title and date and falls apart when she finds that the June 2002 copy of Vogue (British edition of course)is missing.

Which explains a lot about Saffron's tendency to stand her ground too. You'll know what I mean if you ever get into a debate with her over plants vs flowers or her crab pendant (which she insists is a turtle). And she also has a (loveable) tendency to organise her toys - blocks, Lego, balls, books, stickers - in perfectly straight lines.

The little one has been quite ill this past week and we've been rather worried because she doesn't seem to be getting better despite being on a cocktail of drugs. She's really good at taking her medicines with the exception of her antibiotics and anti-phlegm one which she dismisses as "the spicy one". It does bite the tongue a little. She really loathes having to take these two medicines so much that she usually counter-offers with a "Saffron eat the good one?" (Read: eat the sweet medicines instead) or "Can I have the nebuliser please?".

And two nights ago when I said to her that she really needed to have her medicine else Daddy wouldn't be able to eat his dinner and he'd be hungry, without batting an eyelid she took my hand which was holding up the syringe of vile medicine and turned it towards James to feed him instead! Talk about being solutions-focused.

So anyway, I began this entry only intending to post a picture of her to keep readers interested and let everyone know that we're still here... This is a picture of Saffron savouring a treat ("Dineeesour sweet" she calls them). And please, before anyone thinks that those cushions are a window to our taste for home furnishings, let me state for the record that I sewed them for the express purpose of the birthday party, which, going by my convoluted (but endearing nonetheless) system of backdating entries, would only have been held 6 days ago.