Aspirations

I was speaking to Bas just now, as I hunted around the pantry for a banana, in relation to how tall he's grown recently, and said to him

"You'll be as tall as Daddy one day",

to which he replied with a mouth full of food something that sounded like

"I'll be bigger than that".

To which I said

"You'll be bigger than that?",

and he responded with a

"Ah!"

as if to say

"Yep!"

How cool is that??!!!?!??!!

I'm Sorry Sir, But I Think You've Had Enough

There's a small possibility Bas is a little drunk. He stole a couple of tiny mouthfuls of Patrick's glass of beer and is now acting all silly. Well, sillier than usual. It's funny to watch. I'm not looking forward to the hangover later though.

Professional Opinion....

Well, I bit the bullet and took Sebastian to the doctor this morning to find out why he was all wobbly on his feet. I even suggested the possibility of an ear infection. Of course, as 'fate' would have it, Bas showed no signs at all of being unsteady on his feet and after a brief prod was given a clean bill of health.

The doc was unable to figure out why he'd been suddenly unsteady, and only appeared willing to take notice of the fact that Bas hit his head on one of his stumbles AFTER the wobbliness had started. Thusly, I felt slightly accused and mostly not impressed with the entire session. The only suggestion I was given was to watch it and see what happens (as if I'd be daft enough to think it unworthy of continued observation. There are reasons I don't like GPs, this is but one reason in a long, long list).

Now I know less what to think (assuming you can go further down the scale from zero knowledge) and can't help but wonder if I'm just making the whole thing up. Which can't be true, because Patrick has noticed it as well and has made mention of it without being prompted. Am I starting to sound like an hysterical first time mother now?

I'm no good at this whole responsibility thing. It's too much stress. I used to be so relaxed (in comparison)....

Things Seem a Little Wobbly

I'm a little worried about the tyke at the moment. His balance seems screwed. Now I know he's only been walking for a month, but he never seemed to fall over as much then as he's been doing the last few days. He's his usual bouncy and gregarious self, but with the added tumbliness of a two minute old giraffe!

I'm not sure whether it's normal to be less steady on their feet than when they first started figuring out they could stand, or what. He just appears to be like that a lot at the moment. It didn't help that yesterday he tripped head first into a table leg, causing InstaBruise(tm), but he was easily calmed by the icy cold bag of frozen corn being applied to the wound. In fact, he got quite a kick out of it.

I'm almost worried that if I take him to the doctor I'll just be considered one of those almost hysterical first time mothers who goes nuts over the slightest little thing. Gah.

ARGH! He's just strewn rice all over the kitchen floor! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Seen the keys?

Couldn't find the car keys for more than a day recently. Searched the house from top to bottom. Last time the keys went missing we found them on a beam just below the floor, so this was one of the first places searched. We even looked outside just in case they'd fallen through the floor and landed in the grass downstairs. Nope.

There's really only one explanation for this loss. With his intense fascination with anything shiny, they were the perfect toy to play with. So, while his cute and cuddlies and his books lay neglected and strewn all over the floor, Bas chortled away to himself with the car keys. Eventually boring of them and discarding them with nary a thought.

After searching for most of yesterday and for the better part of half an hour this afternoon, on hands and knees and peering into the bizarrest places in search of the elusive keys, Patrick makes a mostly absent minded comment hoping he hasn't thrown them in the bin. Then we look at each other. Lo and behold it! After scrounging through the wheelie bin for less than a minute, we spy a bag that has nestled in the very bottom underneath a pile of food scraps and discarded nappies, the missing keys!

He'd thrown them in the bin! If it hadn't been for that throw away comment Patrick had made, they may have never been seen again. I think Bas is trying to tell us something....