Sadly not the liquid sort, although it is Burns Night on Friday!
Kitty has always had a penchant for re-christening things. Sometimes it’s because she’s picked up the start of the right word and made up the end of it, sometimes it’s a word that suits the action (like her “kicksy”) and sometimes, I just have no idea.
In the world of my daughter, Scotch is Memory Game, specifically the Bible Stories Memory Game that Grandpa gave her for Christmas. It’s rapidly become one of her favourite games, and I don’t think my Dad escaped without at least one game every day of his visit. She just loves collecting her pairs, and she’s got the hang of it, and the need to let her opponent have turns, pretty quickly.
The cards are beautifully sturdy, and have survived several abduction attempts by Elma, who I think likes the pretty pictures, but the truth is that this just isn’t something that we can play when it’s just me and two small girls.
Elma just wants to be into everything that Kitty’s playing with, or sat on my knee, or preferably both. It’s really lovely to see them play kitchen together, to build/chew with the Duplo, or to sit next to each other drawing and painting, and those moments are special to me, but I’m really conscious that I don’t want Kitty to miss out on playing with the things she loves, or be limited by what we can and can’t let her sister chew.
And so in the spirit of my New Year’s Intentions I’m trying to make sure that if we’re at home when Elma naps I don’t plonk Kitty in the lounge with her crayons or *cough Doc McStuffins* while I run round like a crazy mad woman between the triumvirate household gods of laundry, cooking and cleaning, but instead make it her special time.
We still have clean clothes and we still eat supper, I’ve not totally abdicated the rather dusty domestic goddess throne, but it is wonderful to come down leaving a snoozing snuffly baby tucked up snug under her blankie and say “right, your turn now – what do you want to do?”
The answer, is almost always “Scotch”.
Well, technically it’s quite often “Have a chocolate biscuit and play Scotch!”
And so we do. At least three times.
And then we play Snakes and Ladders; sometimes more successfully than others – we’re still working on the idea that the dice tells you how many squares to move, you don’t get to jump to where it lands!
And then if Elma’s still sleeping, it might be Fishing, or a play picnic, or just curling up on the sofa with a book.
Tiny snatched moments of time, just me and my eldest girl.