Keeping me in smiles

Today has been a tough day.  In fact, it’s been a tough weekend and as I’ve sat down to write this post I’ve found myself irritatingly caught up in the emotions and frustrations of the day. 

Yes, this Blog is about challenging myself to keep writing and yes, it is in part about providing me with a bit of a therapeutic relief in light of not having my love to share my day with.  But I hate self pity, especially if undeserved and as my frustrations are grounded in nothing more than tiredness and disorganisation on a grand scale, undeserved is the word.

Anyway, for all the wider purposes of the Blog, it’s raison d’etre is to keep my love updated on life with his little man and truth be told, little man has done his best to keep a smile on my face all day. 

He spent the morning showing off his high intellect.  This began with a simple exercise with his shape sorter car.  Much to my great applause Alby correctly identified the difference between a triangle and a square.  I was thoroughly impressed with this display of Toddler genius, though quickly realised that he had lured me into a false sense of security – just thirty minutes later he put Aristotle to shame as he dropped a selection of toys, bottles and clothing through the banister to the hallway below thus doing his part to disprove the theory that heavier objects fall faster.

Later on he paid my cooking the utmost compliment by slurping up his noodles in double quick time.  Video to follow shortly -  Alby has yet to watch Lady and the Tramp so I have no idea where he gets his technique from but it is equally impressive and hilarious.   

After lunch it was time to Alby to catch up on his business calls.  Nudging my phone off the dining room table he turned the screen on and wandered off to a quiet corner (phone held just behind the ear) so that he could shout to the invisible person on the other end of the phone in peace. Again, video to follow shortly.

And then finally for some moronic laughter.  Alby has taken to randomly bursting into fake laughter which involves him throwing his head back and guffawing for a few minutes before carrying on with whatever he had been doing.  I can only conclude that this has come about from him falling off the bed too many times, but whatever the cause hearing and watching a one year fake laugh with the energy he puts into it will guarantee a smile on any face and today I am so grateful for all his bizarre and silly ways.  

Whilst I may not always be the mother, wife and dog owner that I want to be, Alby is always ten times the son I could ever wish for.  Three weeks today Mark gets to see what a little man Trouble Monkey has grown into.  I hope he gets as much laughter from it as I do.