I think a new stage of busyness has hit the household. Boy two has become so capable and independent and the whole house is suffering. He can reach into so many new places, touch the microwave, open the fridge, open the gate, put on his shoes, take off his pajama's.
He does all of these things at the wrong time, such as taking pj's off before bed and running around with just a nappy on rather than in the morning before getting dressed.
At around 4pm each day he methodically works the room for an angle to find mischief. It is such a test of patience or stark realisation that I have to gain some. Just as I am about to call the men in white coats to take me for a holiday, he comes up yelling mummeee, tilts his chin to his chest and looks up and asks me for a kisssshhhh. His charm is so deceptive.
We try to keep him amused by letting him help, as above when cleaning up after dinner. He says very cheefully, "wipe, wipe, wipe". It is all rather fun when you are 1.5 but takes a very long time.
He needs to cart as many bags as possible everywhere he goes and a mild state of panic erupts if even one is missing. There are five in total at present.
He is, shall I say, obsessed with fashion. He loves nothing better than to put on my beads, shoes and bags and then admiringly say "whoot whoo" to himself and make sure I am in agreement.
He then likes me to do the same and tries to convince me of a good reason to get in the car and go out. I guess it was inevitable, I love a good excuse to go out and about.
He has also become very fond of froggie who is the new companion of choice. He goes with him outside, to the shops, to school and always to bed with him. It's rather cute but a bit of a rigmarole at daycare when he needs froggie, blankie and his sleeping bag. Luckily they are such lovely carers and very accommodating.
This too shall pass and I will no doubt pine for they days when my babies were babies. Today it just feels busy on all fronts.
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