Tuesday, 21 February 2012


Something tells me that my son might end up as a computer engineer.
It might be something to do with the fact that he is obsessed with technology and can sniff out a silicon chip operated device from some considerable distance and find some ingenious method of getting hold of it so he can sit and randomly stab at the buttons. If you have any sort of smart phone, beware of my son. There's nothing more he likes to drool on than something starting with a small "i".
Perhaps it's that he broke into my computer cabinet today whilst I was cooking lunch and sat calmly pressing the re-set switch over and over again. This is something I've seen more than one engineer do. Either that or he's inherited my OCD.
Of all his actual toys, the ones with buttons are played with the most, especially if they make noises and light up. He has a v-tech phone that he loves playing with and thankfully it's quite a quiet device. I have this idea that within Dantes seventh circle of hell, poor Brutus and Judas are being dangled down into a pit of....
.... small children playing with every v-tech light up noisy toy ever made, all at once and all the little grating electronic tunes are having the same effect as scraping sandpaper across your skin. You wonder what could be so bad about stabbing Julius Caesar to deserve such a punishment.
I digress. Children's light up toys are irritating to the point of giving you a febrile seizure, but I'd still rather he played with them than our other stuff. He likes remote controls, lots of buttons. We've often found ourselves watching something only to find ourselves suddenly being forced to listen to the radio instead as he likes the look of the button on the stereo remote. We keep them all out of reach now, but it doesn't always work.
And then if he does get hold of something, getting it back is almost impossible. He's got a strong grip and always acts like you've actually physically hurt him when you do prize your mobile phone out of his grip.
Yes, some sort of computer engineer.

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Switch the brain on

Some key progress points in the last couple of weeks. I now have to remember that Joseph is watching and learning all the time. Better make sure I'm not unconsciously teaching him any bad habits.
He's seen me use keys before and he's always liked playing with them, especially if I'm holding him and due to lack of hands I'm having to hold my keys in my mouth. He will most helpfully hold them for me and then not want to give them back - or drop them in the middle of the path, depending on what mood he is in.
Last week he had hold of them and I put him down next to the car to get the door open. He had the keys and he saw the lock in the door and tried to put the key in it. Full marks for brain skills, but as my paintwork was likely to suffer I quickly took the keys back.
In my Mums living room she has a filing cabinet with a small lock on it. When I went to pick him up after my day at work he got hold of my keys again like he always does and tried to use them to open the filing cabinet. So now I know that nothing is safe any more, even if it's under lock and key.
As for the shape sorter toy, he's now pretty much figured it out. Some of the shapes he got quite quickly, like the pentagon and the flower shape as they'll fit through several different ways round (or they have multiple lines of symmetry if you want to be posh) but he's struggled with the shapes that only have one exact way of fitting through, like the heart and the circle with a bit cut off. He can manage them now, most of the time.
Alas there is a drawback and I don't mean him leaving the blocks on the floor for you to tread on unexpectedly and scream. I mean that he can get the blocks in but not out again. This leads to frustration as he decides he wants to play with it and realises he can't. This week I was trying to have a little rest when he wanted to play and he got frustrated. I still have the bruise on my head, but it's under the hair line and doesn't show. That wooden shape sorter is really very hard.

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Cold Snap

It isn't technically the first time he's seen snow, but he was only three weeks old the last time so I don't think it counted. At least we weren't having to travel to the registry office this time, no scary car journeys!
He didn't really know what to make of it at first. Snow is a baffling thing to a small child, especially one who has fought hard against being put in an all-in-one winter suit to keep him warm. To be fair to the lad it did make him look a bit silly but the alternative was letting him get too cold.
We walked down to the lake and Joseph liked stamping in the snow, but didn't like letting go of either of us. He had a go in the swings and sat on the see saw and got the seat of his winter suit quite wet in the process. We took lots of pictures and stopped to watch a whole lot of people trying to toboggan. I didn't think the snow was quite deep enough, but it wasn't stopping them. Next year Andy wants to take Joseph tobogganing, but I think I'll stay at home with a glass of mulled wine and my feet up. That's the point of having boys, isn't it? You can get rid of them with Dad regularly for a quiet afternoon. I don't think it's as easy to do with girls.
The snow is gone now but it's still cold. Andy is just getting over a cold and Joseph is going down with it. We've had two days of runny snot everywhere and coupled with the fact that he seems to be permanently teething I've had to put him back in his old plastic backed terry towelling bibs. They look a bit small on him now, but it's better than having to change his t-shirt twice in the day. Calpol is being administered regularly, along with warm ribena and I'm holding out hope that I might have escaped this one.