I’m writing this as the Moo Boy is sitting in his chair playing with an oven glove. Things are so much easier now. He will entertain himself for ooh, minutes. When he naps I know I have at least an hour to join him or to do something on my own, without tiny fingers ‘helping’. He has slept through the night once or twice as well. The downside to this growing up stuff is his temper. He screams with rage at himself for not being able to fit a big thing inside a little thing, at me for removing him from the dirty nappy bucket, at the cat for being a cat and not complying with his desire to grab her fur. And worst of all, he does naughty things just to get a reaction. Grabbing cables is a favorites and radio reception has not been the same since the last incident. Luckily the nicer side of his character is dominant, at least for the moment. He has been having a go at standing up, and will sometimes walk with me holding him up. He’s keen on Ring a Ring a Roses. He’s not keen on shoes.
It’s been an amazing year. I have discovered depths of patience I didn’t know I had. Realised I can actually function on a couple of hours sleep – though I’d rather not. And become obsessed with cleaning, probably because I seem to do so much of it.