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More Mini Man 27, August 2011

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Mini Me is now just over 3. Today we were sitting in a restaurant and they brought the pudding menu. Mr BC and I had a look at it. Mini Me grabbed one and held it up so I could see. He turned it so he could looked more closely and then held it up again , mumbling in pretence of reading it to me – he can tell which way up words are supposed to go but not actually read them.

“Thank you” I say.

“It is very boring it is just words,” he pauses for thought, “and there are no tractors.”

More mini-me 29, November 2010

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Small fry is in bed, ready to go to sleep. Catus Maximus comes in, meowing. I pick him up and he begins to purr.

Junior knows about purring, it has alarmed him before. The first incident went like this.

“That is a noise.” mini-me had said, a look of worried incomprehension on his face.

“That is purring.” I had told him and explained that it meant our cat was content. He digested this news in silence for a while.

“OK.” he’d said.

So there we were, Junior all ready for bed, me about to kiss him goodnight and Catus Max purring in my arms.

“That is Chewie!” says the small man. “He is purring.”

“Yes, that’s right.” I say. “You remember about purring don’t you.”

“Yes.”

“Good stuff.”

A long, long thoughtful pause.

“He is alright? He is not broken?”

“No, he is not broken. He is happy.”

“OK.”

He comes out with this kinf of thing all the time and I can’t help thinking I should write more of it down.

More antics of Mini-Me 12, September 2010

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Wee man has taking to running round the house unaccompanied. This is OK if I listen out but when things go very quiet it’s time to go and investigate.

Today things went quiet but I was on the loo and well you know how it is I was trapped until I had finished. The unusually peaceful atmosphere was occasionally broken by the sound of footsteps overhead. Oh dear. Then silence, except for a gentle thump every now and again, a door banging quietly? Yes, sounded like it.

As soon as I was able I headed hot foot upstairs. Nothing, not a peep.

There had been an incursion into Mr BC’s office which needed to be put right and then, as I finished tidying up, I heard it again, a gentle thud. Hmm… had he got trapped in the spare room again? He can get in there but not always out.

I went into the hall.There was the bang again. I recognised it now, it was the spare bathroom or one of the cuboards – but I couldn’t remember which one.

“Where is he…?” I said to myself as I walked. As I reached the airing cupboard the door opened slowly and a small blonde boy with the biggest most seraphic smile I have ever seen peeped out.

“I have been hiding., he said proudly and pointed, “in there…”

“Mmm… you have, haven’t you?” Was all I could say.

He’d done all sorts of bad things, like going upstairs unattended, going into his father’s office and mussing up my neatly stacked towels but there was no mischief in it and anyway I was laughing too much to be able to tell him off.

Back downstairs he spent the morning running around with an orange balloon he’d been given to take home from a party. He is very keen on the balloon and keeps saying,

“Thank you Eleanor. Thank you for my balloon.” (It was Eleanor’s party) Then he hands it to me and says. “Muggie’s balloon.” That’s my cue to chase him round the house bashing him over the head with it while he guffaws with laughter. The game usually ends when he’s laughing too much to be able to run any more and trips over and hurts himself.

“I bang my knee.” He will say, standing on one leg and proffering the banged knee upwards. “Muggy kiss it better.”

I do as I am told.

And now I must sleep, Mini BC is getting up very early at the moment.

Mini Me… 20, August 2010

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Mini-me has been a delight today, great fun. He’s also at a very interesting stage in his development, mainly because it’s so fast.

This morning I was hoovering the kitchen. Mini me followed me closely, vigorously polishing each area of floor I’d just hoovered with a pair of tea towels, yes they were clean today, no they’re not any more!

Later he trots through from the hall where he’s been playing trains and excitedly shouts.

“Post.”

“Is it?” I say and I get a reply of prolongued burbling which is clearly “yes”.

We go through but there’s nothing on the mat.

“Oh,” I say, “there’s no post. Did you hear something else and think it was the letter box going?”

“No, Muggy, I put it away.” he says pointing to a neat pile of post on the shelf in the place where his father always leaves it.

“Fucking hell!” I think. “Well done!” I say.

I have to confess I was pretty impressed. The pile was really, extremely neat. Give it a year or two and I can see I will have husband AND son-shaped filofaxes.

A two edged sword, perhaps… hmm

Blimey…

This evening I popped out to get his pudding (a fig off the tree) leaving him in the care of his dad, but dad nodded off and within minutes I heard footsteps and a small figure gleefully ran to my aid. Shouting that he’d come to help me pick figs. We did just that and then sat on the wall and ate them. He is getting the concept of behind, beneath and above now. Abstract, all very intriguing…

Babychaos… 1, August 2010

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Interesting couple of days…

Junior’s latest trick. I go to the loo, he follows me in the loo with a chair and the loveliest, most beatific of smiles. He drags the chair to just in front of me.

“I sit down.” he says and then does. He then proceeds to help himself to tiny pieces of loo paper which he posts between my legs, or behind me.

Heaven forfend that I should dare to flush without his assistance. The we wash our hands. A few days ago he forgets the chair as he’s closing the door he makes to go get it so I say, “don’t worry, we can leave it there.”

Ha pauses for thought.

“Bye-bye chair,” he says. Another pause. “Bye-by wee, Bye-bye poo,” and he shuts the door.

This morning, in church, he emptied my wallet, arranging the credit cards, receipts, books of stamps etc, across the pew. He then starts to post things through the gap between two floorboards. I have to retrieve a train ticket with the tweezers from my penknife but luckily it turns out I’ve clocked what’s happening in time and nothing else of import has gone missing.

Then there’s the grandparents, Gramma and Pappa van (because they have a camper) and Ganny and Pops well here you have to quack like a duck and blow a raspberry. I fear I’m rather eccentric to have children.