fatvegan

We've have had a funny night. She's been in a great mood the whole time, which is amazing. We were playing jumping before. Even though it was 6:30, and completely dark outside. We turned on the light and jumped. We found some good new jumping games. We played a traffic game, where we bounce round the trampoline. But when we pass each other on the narrow bit sometimes there's a bit of a jam and we have crashes. On one of these crashes her head bounced really hard into my knee. It really hurt. So I fell down on the trampoline, held my knee and shouted out. I'm going to have a bruise there. I was worried about her head. She looked like she was on the verge of crying, but when she looked at me she stopped. I reckon she was thinking "If I don't convince Money (me) to stop shouting and forget his sore knee he's probably going to stop jumping." So instead of bursting into tears, she came over and jumped on me. And said "Up. Up. Up." Over and over. Until I got up.

After a bit we came in to give her a bath. About an hour later, after we'd got poo in the bath, on the floor, in the sink, on her shoes and even in the toilet, we'd run out of hot water. The bath had been run, pooed in, and emptied so many times, that the tank gave out. So I gave her a cold wash as best and quickly as I could, to hopefully beat the next poo. I was so impressed with her through it all. It must have been so annoying for her, to keep getting in the bath, and then getting out. She did enjoy trying to wash her feet off in the toilet, although once she got both feet in and struggled to get out. I was running around trying to find disinfectant to wash out the bath and sink. I couldn't so I had to suds them with dishwashing liquid. Does anyone know what the poo-germ killing properties of washing detergent are? I found some Spray N Wipe too, but I doubt that's much better. I did manage to get her into pyjamas and into bed. Then we spent a good while with her jumping out of bed asking to go to the toilet. Every time we went to the toilet, she didn't do a poo, and every time I made her stay in bed, she did do a poo. Although after poo got walked around on the carpet, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and just let her go.

She's kind of in bed. Although a few minutes ago she came down and started trying to dance to the Wiggles (who sadly weren't on) with me. She has a funny little 60s twister move, and grabbed my hands and tried to get me to do it. We danced to the Wiggles all the way back up the stairs and into the bedroom. Although she's is so much better at dancing than me it's not funny. She got back into bed, but I suspect she would have preferred to keep on dancing.