Frederique slept the whole night in our bed last night (and seems to want to return to co-sleeping, which we abruptly and probably cruelly terminated late in my pregnancy with Una – who can blame her considering the freezing cold snap we’ve been having) and had her own clear dream which she told me about the minute she woke this morning.
“There was a girl looking for her ice in the water and it was all turning to ice and I saved her just before she slipped under and drowned. I saved her! And put her on the seesaw and I got on the seesaw. And she told me she had no mumandad, no home, no clothes, no toys, no food and I told her she could come and live with me.”
Which is remarkably similar in plot to the novel I’m writing.
Meanwhile we’ve taken the side off Una’s cot (which confused her a great deal at first, she thought we were breaking it, and now she goes around confusing other people by telling them we make her sleep in a broken cot) so that it’s now a little bed. As a result she gets herself up in the middle of the night and stumbles around the loungeroom in the dark, Martin had to chase her back to bed twice last night. It seemed like a good idea at the time.