Being naughty

Henry now has an obsession with the following items:
The sky box
The telly
The wires connecting the sky box to the telly
My phone
My keys
Every other object I’d rather he didn’t touch.

Now I don’t understand why he can’t play with his (millions of) toys. He’s like a moth to a flame with forbidden things.

I guess it’s natural curiosity and that he just wants to learn and be “grown-up”, and I’m sure all toddlers are the same.

He will do something like, knock something over, pull a wire so something falls or drop delicate items and turn to me and say very clearly “uh-oh”.

Now how can I discipline a cutie like that? It’s hard, I’ll tell you that.


Tantrums, fishes and early morning alarms

We’ve crossed over into trantrum territory of late. Henry has learnt the word ‘no’, and uses it very forcefully when faced with food he doesn’t like, safety straps he doesn’t think necessary and when he’s too busy playing to have his nappy changed.

He’s a little pickle. I love my little handful, but those tears are not from hurt or hunger or something easy to defuse. They are definitely I-want-that-now tears, or let-me-do-thisĀ tears.

And how do you stop this kind of behaviour?

I don’t give in to his demands, but in public, when you get the cold stares and looks of disgust, it’s hard to refrain from giving him what he wants just to keep him happy. But I know that it’s for the best in the long run.

On the other hand, Mr Pickle has progressed again in his speech and social development. He can now say ‘fish’ when he sees them (or a picture of them in his books), and he now waves and says ‘bye’ and ‘b-bye’ when leaving people or places. He also, upon visiting his nana, walked proudly into her house saying ‘it’s me!’ and giving her a massive grin.

He’s turning into a little boy, before my very eyes. He’s still a little tot though. He decided it was playtime at half past five this morning, waking up, full of beans. In the car though, only three hours later, he conked out. I managed to get him out of the car and carefully onto the sofa at his childminder’s without him stirring.

He’s a big boy now, but even big boys need their sleep.