More Mini Man 27, August 2011Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Humour, Light Fluff, Mini Me, Mom, Mum, Play, toddlers.
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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 26, October 2010Posted by babychaos in General Wittering, Life and living, Mini Me, Mom, Mum.
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Mini me likes to “brush” my hair with a spoon and the handle of a pastry cutter (the wheel has long since disappeared).
“Table clap…” he was shouting yesterday as he did the brushing thing and then pretended to take something off the spoon and put it in his “kettle” (a stainless steel pot removed from one of his legal cupboards, we’re into ‘silver’ at the moment).
“Are you making tea?” I ask.
“Yes, table clap tea.”
“What’s table clap?”
“Table clap.” he says again, with a seraphic but very mischievious grin. Then the penny drops.
“Cradle cap?” I ask.
“Yes. Muggy’s cradle cap.”
“You’re making cradle cap tea?”
New swear word (or at least he thinks it is) learned after mother stands up fast, banging her head on the corner of a cupboard door as she goes and shouts the beginnings of an obscenity which she manages to change to “clangy bell” before he’s properly heard.
Junior now shouts “clangy bell” at every opportunity because he thinks it might be naughty. Never mind, it’s better than the original.
He’s been out in the rain in his pushchair with his dad. He’s fine but Mr Tiger who goes everywhere with him at the moment, is somewhat soggy.
“Poor Mr Tiger’s soaked. Shall I put him in the tumble dryer for a minute or two?” I ask and Mini-me says.
“No thank you, Muggy. He will get dizzy.”
Sorry I’ve been so absent… I’m launching a book. It should be sorted by the end of the week though. Boy will I be happy when it’s done.
More antics of Mini-Me 12, September 2010Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering, Life and living, Mini Me, Mom, Mum, toddlers.
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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 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…
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…”