stunt baby

currently obsessed with anything he can pull- string, scarves, cords- calix was recently sporting two little bruises just below his eyebrow representing the positive and negative prongs from the vacuum-cleaner's plug. a day later he added another bruise to the collection by diving and rolling down the concrete steps. after watching his best buddy tip himself out of his high-chair in the company of his mama and i (he bumped his head and cut his lip with his teeth) i asked myself: do i take care of my son? do i really take good care?
he's a wee boy. and boys, apparently, are prone to climbing, jumping, banging and anything else they can come up with to test the limits of themselves, their environments and their mamas.
[he's just come into the room, towing a length of speaker cable, tried climbing a set of tin trunks which proved too difficult and so now he's settled on the task of dismantling the printer or making an overseas call using the fax machine...]
we do the best we can. that's all we can do; we try and gently reinforce 'that's not for you' while we explain why not- saving the big 'NO' for when it's really necessary. but that's all we can do.
that and kiss better the lumps, bumps, bruises and grazes.
the world is filled with educational toys: bright colourful (mostly plastic) things that have been designed by experts to help our children become better, more intelligent adults. but calix, given the choice, will take the real hammer, or the pot plant, or press the buttons on the stereo instead of the baby computer. what ever the choice, his is, invariably, the most inappropriate.
as i recall, i think i was the same (still am?).
ok, best i be off as he's just managed to haul a set of plugs out of the 'childproof corner'.

is it too early for wine yet?
xx
mama b
(eyes in the back of her head!)