I initially wrote this post yesterday but the internet crashed
– grrr. Ho hum, I guess my computer was
testing boundaries in a similar way to how Alby had done earlier that day over
breakfast.
With greater understanding of the world comes appreciation
for wrong and right. Or at least that’s
what I’m aiming for. There are a huge
number of things I turn a blind eye to everyday. One of the key messages coming from any
toddler-related book or article is “choose your battles carefully”. With that in mind Alby is free to pull toys and
books off shelves with reckless abandon.
Toilet paper can be unrolled and pulled around the house. Furniture and
climbing frames are interchangeable words and water can be splashed, everywhere
and anywhere.
However, there are a few rules boring Mama Beebe likes to
impose in her house. Firstly, we don’t
pull hair and we don’t scratch faces.
Alby has learnt on the hair pulling, but my face still holds a few war
wounds from over excited baby nails. We
don’t hit the television (crickey have I heard some serious horror stories of
children who have pulled televisions onto themselves). And we don’t drop food on the floor.
From day one Alby has marked the end of mealtime by dropping
food on the floor. Sometimes this is a
delicate process, pea by pea, other times it’s a whole arm swipe of the tray
causing food to fly across the room, stopped only by crashing into wall /
radiator / Percy’s face.
When Alby was younger I tolerated this manoeuvre; the first
item dropped would be my signal to act fast.
Nowadays though, mealtimes are just one more opportunity for a bit of
Ably education. We’ve got bit of a way
to go but I like to think some progress is being made…
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