Sam has learnt how to open the baby gate between the front room and dining room/kitchen. A tricky task which he now does with great ease. Much of the time he is still respectful and doesn’t actually proceed through it though. Instead he will cheekily peer through the gap with big wide eyes and a huge grin on his face, seemingly simply content to be testing his boundaries. A few times I have even caught him opening the gate, grabbing a toy that he had thrown over or I had placed out of reach, and then carefully trying to conceal all evidence of escape by shutting the gate in place once more.
Yesterday, however, I was in the dining room clearing through some clutter and little Mr Sam must have had an extra sneaky moment. I didn’t even hear the tell tale rattle of wood, the pitter patter of toddler feet, or the door being prised open by little fingers where it hadn’t quite closed tight into the frame. Suddenly I turned to see Sam teetering on the back porch, balancing on the top step, wearing nothing but a nappy and yelling “Genghis!” at the top of his voice out to the woods beyond.
Definitely one of those times when I’ve never moved so fast before.
Oh we miss Genghis so very much. It’s so strange not to have him around and getting under foot all the time. We’ve been without our little troublemaker for almost two months now and still think of him every day.
I think Sam really was looking and calling for his Gingernuts in the garden yesterday, but it’s getting a bit upsetting as he has stopped calling Quincy by name and despite our best efforts to correct insists on referring to him as Genghis now instead.
I also sense that dear Genghis taught little Sam some bad lessons on how to bide his time to make a grand escape.