Object etiquette

My boy's so polite at times - he'll say "bye bye" to folk in shops, wave to people who smile at him and is beginning to get the idea that adding "peese" (aka please) gets him more things.

I gave him a bath tonight and after he had got his fill of picking up the bubbles and blowing them all over the bath, tiles, himself and daddy, it was time to come out. So I pull the plug and lift him out of the water only t be smothered by 2 metres worth of towel (you gotta go overboard - it's the only way to sail). Just before we headed out the bathroom, he does his "IH" noise that means he sees something he wants, so I turn back and he's pointing to the bubblebath stuff I use (smells like raspberry... even though I don't like eating raspberrys). You know what he wanted?

"bye bye bubbles!"

He was waving to the bubble bath!!!

Dinosaurs invade

My boy's right into dinosaurs right now, well, he calls them sawrs but I know what he means. I was into sawrs when I was a kid too. He has this DVD "We're Back! A Dinosaur Story" which is pretty good, not too long and lots of dinosaurs in it, anyway, he loves it to bits and just wants to watch it all the time (that or In the Night Garden on CBeebies).

After we'd watched it (and I can now play the parts in it) we went through to his room to play with his duplo bricks. Being the creative beast I am, I decided it would be cool to build a dinosaur from duplo (rather than the big cars, big faces or big house that you can generally only build from duplo). So daddy set about building a T-rex out of Duplo whilst the boy passed him pieces and tried to sneak the odd block onto the construction.

I must admit, I was fair chuffed with it! The boy smiled and then went back to his other toy, which was a bit disappointing.

Eventually he got up to play with daddy's masterpiece and I sobbed as he did what he does best - destroy things...

Millions of years of killer instinct and it comes undone from a little boy with a soft football :(

Softplay Chronicles

Last week I took the boy to a new softplay centre. For thos eof you who don't know what one is and if that's you then slap yourself for me, a softplay centre is somewhere that has a climbing frame with slides and ball pits and it's all padded so kids can't hurt themselves - they're great fun! Anyway, I thought we'd try a different one and see good it was.

It was busy as hell, that's what it was. Schools are on holiday and there were all these women there with their kids. I probably shoulda had a field day with all the mums there since the ratio of girls-to-guys was about 30-1 but knowing who's a single parent and who isn't seems out of my league, plus I was there to play with the boy, not chat up women :)

He was so, so excited and could barely wait whilst daddy paid a hefty amount for him to get in (but I was testing the place out so it was okay). There were no free seats anywhere so I found a bit of wall, claimed it as daddy Gurn's and put our stuff there. The boy was desperate to get in so I lifted him into the place and went off to take my shoes off. Of course, his enthusiasm was replaced with a little bit of nerves so he hovered at the edge shouting on me all the time.

Once I was in there with him he was loving it.. until someone came across and told his daddy to get off the frame because "adults aren't allowed on it". I hate that :( I wanna play with him on it and what if he gets stuck up on the top?? Stupid rules :p

Good fun and he threw a big tantrum when we had to leave but I don't think we'll be back, it's quite pricey.

Super praise robot

I took my boy swimming at the weekend there which must be the first time in many, many months - he always seems to come down with something when I wanna take him. Anyway, we had a ball and decided to come out and get dried and dressed. He's all dressed after a wee bit of frantic drying and trying to make sure all of MY clothes don't fall onto the wet floor when a mother and two kids walk into the family cubicle next to me.

I can hear her start getting her kids ready and she must have a wee one too (toddler age, probably a bit older than my boy) and everything he does is followed with a serious case of exuberance from mother along the lines of..

"OH WOW! Look at you, you managed to take your shoe off!!!"
"That's SUPERB! Look at how well you managed to sit down!"

That sorta over-the-top praise that some folk do.

Well, I was getting myself dressed listening to all of this when I noticed the little kid's feet under the partition.. then I noticed lots of liquid splashing down by his feet.. then I realised that he had decided to pee there and then.

"Oh, well.. that's not so good is it?"

says mummy.

The annoying thing? She didn't do anything about the pee on the floor!