Another week almost over and we’re just waiting for Daddy to get home and the weekend to be declared. While we wait Sam is watching Yo Gabba Gabba and Bea is wriggling around on her playmat on the floor. Sam really didn’t want to watch his show though, it’s actually a distraction as I found him messing with the computer, pressing keys and muttering that he wanted to watch Grandad. No, not In The Night Garden, not Cars and certainly not Charlie and Lola. “Want to watch Grandad Mummy. Need Grandad!” Sadly Nanna and Grandad aren’t online right now so Yo Gabba Gabba is doing its best to avert a tantrum.
Bea meanwhile is happily doing some tummy time and eyeing her big brother. She is, I think, on the cusp of being mobile now as today she pulled herself up onto her hands and knees and started gently rocking with considerable air beneath her belly. She turned five months old yesterday and we went to see her new doctor for her month overdue well baby check up. Poor little girl had to have five inoculations by way of two jabs and a squirt of liquid in the mouth but hasn’t let that phase her one bit. I was excited to get her onto the scales and measured as she seems to have really slimmed down lately and I admit I’ve been wondering if she’s been digesting enough milk as she spits up atrociously after every feed. Dr Evers was happy with her growth though and at 12lbs 7oz she placed nicely in the growth charts.
Lock the doors and batten the hatches! As little Miss Bea begins to get her first taste of adventure young Master Samuel has been busy figuring out how to escape. Not only can he now remove the supposedly child proof door handle from his bedroom door and give himself the roam of the house, but he has also mastered the front and back doors. Several times he has decided to go out and play in the back garden without telling us. Thankfully we’ve been onto him pretty quickly after each escape and yanked him back in but as you can imagine we’re rather concerned about this new development.
We thought we had averted his escapes by making it a new policy to never leave the chain off the back door but were astounded when he even managed to work around that easy as pie too. Cunning little thing simply got the broom and used that to reach up and knock the chain off. Pest.
He’s too independent for his own good that one. The other day we were in the back yard and he decided that it was high time he got his sand table in working order again. While I was setting Bea up in her little swing in the trees, he pulled his table out and the next thing I knew he’d got his big yellow dump truck and started wandering off on his own down the road to the park to get himself some sand.
We’ve also been struggling with Sam’s burgeoning independence in the house. He likes to do everything himself now and trying to keep him from helping himself to the fridge is a losing battle.
Funniest episode so far is when Bill walked in to find Sam making himself a super tasty breakfast of strawberries. He had found himself a plate and was creating a giant mountain of fruit.
Worst was when Sam needed a drink and decided some nice chilled orange juice would quench his thirst. I found Sam just after he had taken the full gallon bottle out of the fridge and poured himself a glass. Problem was he had decided to do this while watching something on the computer and as he simply has to get up close and personal when he watches things he had poured the juice into his cup right over the keyboard. The keyboard was drenched, dripping and sticky. Grrrrrr.
I only just managed not to yell Sam into tomorrow and a day.
After I’d cleaned up the mess and Bill had carefully saved his keyboard, a couple of days later Bill opened a kitchen drawer and was confronted by a sticky orange swamp. SAM!!!