Breakfast in bed

Recently the boy has gotten very keen on making breakfast for hubby and myself. Of course since he can't reach too much in the fridge this rather limits what he 'makes' for us. Some days it's cereal & milk (light on the milk, heavy on the cereal), and some days it's just dry cereal.

Today I got dry cereal, but in a nice touch, he put it on a tray to carry up to me. I really can't wait until he's old enough to start using the stove on his own - I'll be putting in requests for eggs, pancakes, french toast & bacon!

Presentation is (almost) everything

Contraptions

The boy loves to build, and loves contraptions. So when he got a giant marble run for his birthday recently, it was a match made in heaven.

He's been 'drawing' plans up for all the different ways we need to build it, and then when we put it together he acts as the 'supervisor' telling me what pieces I need and where to put them. However his favourite part is dropping the marbles and watching them roll down the ramps. So once it's all built he spends a lot of time finding all the marbles, rolling them down, and starting all over again. It's fun to watch his excitement as he follows the marbles back and forth. Until he decides that we need to start all over again and follow a new plan. Looks like engineering might be a career choice for him (or demolition, since he likes tearing them apart too!)

I'm pretty proud of this one - it's almost as tall as the boy!

Birdwatching

We live in a well established part of suburbia, with nice mature trees all around. This means that we have a fair amount of birds that visit us. Nothing too exotic, just a collection of cardinals, blue jays, sparrows, robins, chickadees, doves and starlings. 

We have a bird feeder and bird bath in our back yard, and provided the dogs don't see the birds they can eat fairly undisturbed. Today the boy & I were outside playing when two doves landed in the garden. The boy was about to go down his slide, so he just sat at the top, absolutely transfixed by watching the doves eat. He kept up a running commentary the whole time they were there. Apparently the birds in my neighbourhood are used to the sound of his voice, because it didn't phase them at all.

What amazed me most was how still he kept. After I reminded him that it would frighten them if he moved, I saw barely a fidget from him. This happened about 4 or 5 times this afternoon as different birds came down to eat at the feeder, and each time he sat so still so as not to disturb them.

Apparently I need to take birds with me whenever I go places that I want him to sit still.

At least this means he can sit still when he wants to.

Can there be a wrong side of the bed?

The boy was having one of those days today. Not listening to anything, being exceptionally wilful, and incredibly bossy. Which caused me to have one of those days too. You know the ones where you start counting down the hours bedtime, and it's only lunch. 

The boy and I were discussing his behaviour, and I said that maybe it was because he had gotten up on the naughty side of the bed this morning. He stopped, looked at me and said, quite logically, "But Mummy, I only have one side of the bed to get out on." 

This does not bode well for tomorrow...

Don't come in here.

Some of the most feared words a parent of a small child can hear them say is 'don't come in here' (especially if the child sounds panicky at the time, or it was proceeded by a loud crash)

I hurt my back about a month ago, and as part of my treatment I've been having a weekly in-home massage from an RMT. It's great since I don't need to worry about taking the boy with me or finding someone to watch him for me.  He loves it too because he's allowed to watch tv for the hour (a rare treat for him).

Today while getting my massage the boy decided he was hungry and went to get himself some cereal to snack on. Suddenly there was a loud crash and the sound of cereal spilling. I asked if he was o.k. and his answer was "I'm fine Mummy, but don't come in here." Then there was a pause  and he added "It's o.k. now, the dogs are cleaning up the mess." Good thing my dogs like muesli!