Lessons for my love

If Mark were back home today I would tell him:

Taking after his father Alby does enjoy putting things away these days, but hasn’t quite worked out what goes where.  Today I extracted two toys from the kitchen bin and a soup spoon from the nappy bag.  I decided to leave the Bickipeg down the toilet.

In his efforts to be a helping hand Alby will always ensure that plenty of toilet paper is ready rolled out for you in the bathroom.  If you prefer to do this job yourself keep bathroom doors closed at all times.

Whilst I wouldn’t say he has learnt how to use the DVD player, he has certainly managed to turn it on, open and close it and get it to start playing DVDs.  I recommend turning it off at the mains.  I also recommend moving all DVDs from beside the player as they are increasingly the victim of Alby’s feet.

Changing him is still a drama and counting has had its day.  Toy distractions seem to work best – that and being quick!

Alby loves being chased – grabbing him as he crawls away or running after him in some comedic manner is a tried and tested route to giggles.

Bed head and eggy bread

If you wake up grumpy one morning just look at Alby’s morning hair – it never fails to put a smile on my face.

He is a pro at crawling up the stairs but whatever you do don’t think the skill extends to going down them.  Alby is still under the mistaken impression that he can walk down stairs without the need to go backwards.  He is wrong.

Teething makes for sore patches – sudocrem for changes and balm on his poor dribbled-soaked chinnegan please.

Nothing in our home is sacred anymore and Alby can always reach two inches further than you would think.  In fact so thorough is he in turning the house upside down I think he might have learnt a thing or two from Hurricane Sandy.

 

Alby’s bite is sharp and painful – something Alby discovered the other day when he mistook his finger for a piece of the banana he was eating.  I’ve never seen tears come on so quickly (though I confess I found it comedy gold).

Gnashers!

I now sympathise with my father telling a six year old me “I’m not a climbing frame”.  At the time I thought he was being boring, I now appreciate he had been subjected to the same foot in mouth for five years.  Alby is no different.

And finally, if you are ever in doubt just present him with either Makka Pakka or Percy and you’ll be fine.