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Friday 21 May 2010

You know, I just actually don't care

Sometimes, if you can't see the kid, and you hear the sound of something being poured, it's better just to finish your cuppa before you have a look.

I feel as though I should care, and yet I don't. He's playing. It's easily cleaned up. We left the wheat where he could get to it (actually, we left it on the bench top, where it was out of reach a week ago ... our bad. I also left a cake cooling on the bench this afternoon, and came back to find little ginger finger sized holes poked in the side, with a few dents where taste tests had been made). Seriously. Don't. Care. He's not being naughty, he's being curious. I think. Mostly he was just handling the wheat, seeing what it felt like and investigating it.

Anyway, this is what a bag of whole wheat all over the floor looks like ...





And, it turns out, that every now and again it is actually rubbish that he puts in the bin - usually it's all manner of very UN rubbishy things that end up in there. Nothing like having to check the bin every time you walk past it just in case (and having to retrieve things like the cover off his high chair pad, books, shoes, socks ... the list goes oooooon)

And then the husband made the hilarious (to me) error of giving the kid the brush and pan to 'help' clean up after he'd broomed the wheat into a nice wee pile. Heh.

2 comments:

Chris said...

Awesome! He is really getting to the fun age. Hope he has passed out of the "not letting mum get any peace and quiet" stage.....not that I think that ever happens...

Brooke said...

good thing you have that extra powerful vaccume... and kid one too!
did i spell vaccume right?