"To be" is not fo me

Little Monkey has finally understood the advantages of speech. In fact he talks without stopping, he hardly takes a breath! But while I said recently he isn't too keen on verbs that's not exactly true, he likes verbs he just doesn't like "to be". Maybe he likes to be efficient? Only one verb per sentence? It's all I 'appy!, I running!, I jumping!, I sleeping! He can't pronounce the "h" at the beginning of words so he sounds rather French. He has, however, stopped calling me Maman but he still likes animaux.

The daily photo
is Big Monkey's marble run she got for Christmas. By coicidence the photo includes a ball, well a marble which is today's I spy challenge on Mommytography. But I won't use this as I have a whole drawer for balls of all shapes and sizes that I started just last Friday when I tried to organize the Monkey's playroom. It's another attempt to restore organization, which doesn't stand a chance really. Little Monkey just can't bear having his train track out of sight and Big Monkey's Schleich horses need space to roam so my need for tidiness is doomed. Sometimes only shutting the door helps...

365 - 021 "Toddler hide & seek"

ahh, today I found something better than laundry to photograph. Little Monkey hid in the cupboard and amidst lots of giggles he told me, "I in cu'bard". Hey, who needs verbs?
Anyhow, being in the cupboard reminded him to suggest we'd play hide & seek. He counted and I hid. My first attempt under the blanket in my bed was discovered way too early for my liking. Mainly I had to giggle about him asking me where I was hiding. I wasn't sure about the rules really. The moment he stopped counting and screamed, "'eady or no, I co'ing" he also started screaming "mummy, 'ere a' you". Now, do I say something then? And what do I do if he doesn't find me? Because after hiding for 10 minutes behind the bath tub in my bedroom (don't ask, it's a sore topic) I called out for him just to be told that he is now hiding. I wish I had hid in the bed then. Ah, well. Anyway he wasn't really hiding he was tearing the pillows, duvets and sheets off the bed to build a tower, with boat, plane and a kitchen...

Little Monkey does his own thing

The other day he took a liking to the little bin in the play room, the noise it makes when the lid closes to be precise. By the time I came back with a cut apple a whole pack of wet wipes have disappeared in there. Now, that wasn't alright, was it? Yes, he agreed, naughty. Right. So he jugged the dolls house furniture instead. Which is not a problem until the time it comes to empty the bin into the big bin for proper throwing out. Then we have to remember that this is still needed.

The following day he decided that Big Monkey should help him get dressed without any help from me. They found this:


Cute, no? A full 6 days after Halloween, which we don't celebrate in any case, he decided it's the day to wear a pumpkin outfit. I love the big squishy pumpkin belly.

Toddler wisdom - Part2

Little Monkey likes what his big sister has. So when she asks for more juice, he wants more too. Regardless whether his cup is still full or not. Until now he had to accept that he would not get more juice if his glass is already filled to the prim. But not anymore. This morning he thought he had come up with a glorious solution to this dilemma. He simply pours his drink into his bowl once he's eaten his grapes. Voila, an empty glass for more juice just like Big Monkey's. Clever, eh? Except it didn't work! That is so disappointing. Daddy did not fill up Little Monkey's glass again. He just took the bowl and poured the juice back into the beaker. That's not what Little Monkey wanted! Time for a tantrum? Little Monkey wasn't sure if that situation actually validated a proper toddler tantrum or not. He had to have a serious think about this. But he got distracted after a few seconds and forgot everything about the tantrum and his drink.