“Mummy! HIDE AND SEEK?”
This week, I’m going to try just writing a bunch of short posts about my life currently. I don’t know how it will go, but I hope you enjoy it 🙂
At just shy of three, my son has quite suddenly become a hide and seek enthusiast. An ongoing fascination with making things appear and reappear plus a wish to get into things he generally shouldn’t meant this was somewhat inevitable. I tried to teach him a few months ago but it didn’t really click. Now, a very catchy song that made the whole thing clear and several Mickey Mouse clubhouse episodes later, he gets it.
Well, sort of. He doesn’t quite understand how only counting to one makes hiding a bit difficult, or that hiding in the same place I just did is a little obvious. He is definitely struggling with the idea that him not being able to see me doesn’t mean I can’t see him, especially when he “hides” with his face in his hands about five steps from where I’m standing.
It’s actually fun, though. I’ve been looking forward to the stage where he wants to actually play more structured games and if it’s all a bit of a work in progress, his mad giggles at the whole thing make it worth it.
The typhoon from under the monorail
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Here are some photos from everyday life hereabouts, though be warned – I wouldn’t call myself a photographer by any means and they’re from my phone rather than anything fancy. Still, it’s fun for me, anyway, and I might make this a Friday thing henceforth, just to really push that ffffffff theme a bit more! Continue reading
This week has been a bit blah, to be honest. Rainy season is settling in, so even when it’s not raining, it’s often pretty grey. Continue reading
Colds, pleasant weather, small children antics, and fretting about work things. Continue reading
Some of the supermarkets here leave out kid-sized baskets for the children to use. This is very evil of them.
My son is nearly 20 months old now and recently, I’ve started having startled moments where I look at him and no longer see a big baby but a very little boy. It’s not a huge change and he doesn’t metamorphose into something else overnight.
And yet he does too. All the time. Little changes and then they’re big changes after all and time goes so quickly really.
A view of the harbour from outside our Golden Week restaurant
Once again, I’m behind and, once again, I’m playing catch-up with my blog. Continue reading