The fun never stops with this kid. A non stop amusement park, guaranteeing 24/7 entertainment.
Toilet training is an epic failure. He’s decided doing number 2’s is reserved for squatting over the garden, while announcing it to anyone who happens to be nearby, including the postman. I don’t think he appreciated being asked to wipe his backside.
Swimming lessons now consist of extra staff having to be in the pool, just to make sure he doesn’t jump to the bottom – and sit there waiting to be retrieved. He has also developed a new habit – hoarding and hiding. I think he’s in training for Survivor. Everywhere I turn, he has stolen things and hoarded them. Batteries in the fridge, biscuits in his drawers, textas, homework books, car keys, computer mouse, the girls jewellery – there’s some big black hole only he is aware of – and my credit card is somewhere in it. I want it back.
His favourite saying at the moment is “mum/dad I don’t like ya” when we make the obligatory sad face, he replies with “but I love ya” where does a 2 year old learn that? And how are we meant to respond?
He’s decided a diet of bananas (4 a day) vegemite toast (about 5 bits a day) and strawberries (thinly sliced) is balanced enough. It has to be served on the Octonauts plate (never the bowl) and accompanied with a blue napkin he never uses. If you get it wrong, look out. I served him tacos – which he proceeded to fill with half a 500gram packet of grated cheese, then declare he didn’t like it – and throw it at his sisters. Sour cream and all.
But story of the fortnight has to go to an episode at the shops. He wanted a pink tea towel. I said no. Apart from the fact we have enough tea towels, it was ugly.
Cue tantrum of epic magnitude.
I walked off leaving him star fished on the floor of Kmart – and hid behind a clothes rack. A lovely old lady stooped down, grabbed his hand and knowing full well I was – said to him “come on darling, is that your mummy?
And my beautiful 4th child looked – stopped screaming, eye balled me – looked at lovely old lady and smiled.
“Nope, dat not my mummy”
Love you too mate.