Mini Me… 20, August 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, Mini Me, Mom, Mum, toddlers.
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.
“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
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 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Life and living, Light Fluff, Mini Me, Mum.
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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.
More things… 14, June 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, Life and living, Mini Me, Mom, Mum, toddlers.
Have just been to France with Mr BC and Mini Me, leaving in-laws here. They’re bedding in nicely, there have been some heart to hearts and we are gradually shaking down and getting used to one another.
Arriving on the first day in France, Mr BC went out to buy some snacks. I put Mini-Me down for a rest. The room was great, a little room for him and a big one for us. So I popped him down and amongst the other burblings heard.
“I see lamp.”
Another long pause.
“Sing to lamp.”
Cue several circuits of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.
Later Mr BC and I heard.
“I love Muggy” (that’s me, he can’t say Mummy). “I love Daddy.”
“Daddy loves me…” pause… “Muggy loves me…”
Things that make you proud 20, May 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Mini Me, Mom, Mum, toddlers.
Mini BC pointed at my Dr Who mug today and, unprompted, shouted, “Darlick”.
I did tell him what a Dalek was – when he was about 5 months old at any rate – but I don’t remember mentioning it since. Even so, clearly it went in.
I’m talking ’bout things… 15, May 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Mini Me, Mom, Mum, not while you're eating, toddlers.
Tags: children, General Wittering, motherhood, toddler, writing
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I went car booting today, arrived home and mini-me runs into the garage with his daddy.
“Hello gorgeous!” I say.
“Hello Muggie!” He replies. Two words together. Yes, as of this morning we are doing phrases, with consistency I mean because phrases are what he did first (a two off “I dat” and “I go la” at 9 months then a one off “no mummy, I get this today” at 13 months or so which was the time he started saying the odd word).
His cognative skills are better too.
He also has a hissy fit if I…
- Shut a door without letting him do it for
- Flush the loo myself.
- Help myself to loo paper – I MUST allow him to remove it from the roll and hand it to me in tiny pieces or, if I’m lucky, sheet by sheet.
I’ve probably psychologically scarred him for life using a menstrual cup in his presence but very possibly slightly less than if I’d shut him out in the hall while I did it, judging by the yelling that goes on if I do.
Finally, I’ve published ANOTHER e-short which you can find here it’s also on Feedbooks if you prefer. Blurb below, enjoy.
Gerry wakes up in in a bath full of cold water in her interview suit and best shoes. How did she get there? How did she sleep and why is there nothing aluminium left in the flat? Her flatmate Jane wants a shower, her other flatmate, Nina, is looking for her saucepans but Gerry… she just wants answers. British English, a bit of light swearing U/PG