Lopping and Learning: The Trials of Being a Toddler

Gave the Monkey a haircut the other day. Short back and sides, with lots of uneveness due to his inability to remain still for longer than two seconds at a time, and his eventual frustration at the length of time it took to lop off his locks. But, it now means there is next to no chance of it matting like it was beginning to do. I don't want to know how he manages to get banana stuck in THE BACK of his head!

Other amusing noteworthiness: Sebastian managed to find a lovely deposit of possum poo lying on the floor in the 'not quite a' spare room, and promptly ate a pellet. I'm under the impression he was less than satisfied with this new cuisine judging by the expression of disgust that drowned his face as he scraped it off his tongue. There's a distinct possibility that he may not try that again any time soon.

Also, this evening he learned how to use a comb. He'd watched Patrick comb his hair earlier this evening, and after dinner had found the comb lying around somewhere, grabbed it and began combing his own hair as he toddled around the room looking quite proud of himself (an expression that appears to be permanently attatched to his face at present). He then allowed Patrick to take the comb and brush his own hair, before taking control of it again and emulating what Patrick had done.

Ah, the growth process of children is an amazing thing. Watching them learn by example and watching their little brains processing the information is fascinating, it truly is.