Wednesday, 14 April 2010

Crawl of the wild one

He's a bit like a crawling version of the Scarlet Pimpernel – he's here, he's there, that crawling child is everywhere – his heaven is exploring, our hell is trying to keep him in one place, and when we're trying to change his nappy he's a darned elusive little fella.

Sleep routines have taken a turn for the worse – as soon as you turn around, George is up on his feet with an expression on his face that says 'hey, look what I can do – and I'm not even tired yet'.

We've been trying to work out why he has started to do battle with bedtime and came up with a number of theories...
Perhaps it's because the six o'clock episodes of Waybulloo have come to end.
Perhaps it's because the evenings are getting lighter.
Perhaps it's because we've turned the heating down.
Perhaps it's because he can smell our dinner cooking.
Perhaps he thinks his toys come to life after he goes to sleep – they've always tidied themselves up by morning time.
In the end we decided it's actually down to the fact that when we put him down he can sit up and stand up. Before, we'd lay him on his back and he had no choice about it (happy days).

This week George has had his first full day at nursery – which was a success (success being eating, sleeping, pooing... the same way that daddy measures a good day).

George also had his first encounter with a donkey, a goat, a sheep and a guinea pig. We were a little concerned that the donkey might nibble off one of George's fingers, so rather than do a before-and-after count we kept his fingers safe and just let him stroke the donkey's nose instead of feeding it. Moments later and George has grabbed a fistful of donkey fur – well at least donkey fur grows back. After the guinea pig nearly got whacked – almost in the Mafia sense – we decided it might be a good idea to do something different.

Nanna's dog is often on the receiving end, too. Daisy – a lolloping, hairy, docile Labradoodle – used to gently creep as close to George as she could – occasionally stealing a lick as George stuck out a hand. Now that George can crawl, Daisy takes cover in her basket under the kitchen table.

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