On my own.... Ahhh
Hubby is away watching the handball world championships. Sweden and Denmark have played tonight. Baby Boy is asleep. I'm hanging out in front of the computer, quite knackered but with a good relaxed feeling.
Baby Boy is doing loads of progress at the moment. He is getting more and more steady and also finding his balance alright. There is a lot of practising going on here, all the time. He has almost endless energy reserves. Unfortunately his mummy and daddy don't :).
But I have to say I'm very happy he is an energetic little darling. It's great to watch him progress and learn new stuff all the time. Languagewise there is a lot of very clipped "dukke dukke dukke dukke dukke" at the moment. Another favourite is "hey", which he actually says quite often when he sees someone (including the cat :).
The kitchen seems to be the most interesting room in the house at the moment. I've started to reorganise the stuff in it so we can try to have non-dangerous things where Baby Boy can reach them and then rest higher. At the same time I want it to be practial. I can't stand it when things like kitchens aren't practical. I moved a whole bunch of plates and bowls and some wine bottles from the low part of our posh kitchen cabinet to a high placed unit. Then I put plastic bowls and Baby Boys plates and mugs in the posh cabinet. It was just in time, because just afterwards Baby Boy learnt how to open that cabinet. Ripping everything out from there was incredibly funny apparentely :).
Another charming part of Baby Boy's development is that lately we have had one or two fights on the changing table. Or, actually, I often change him on the floor, at least he won't fall off then. It seems like he thinks it is horribly boring or something to lie on his back and change nappy. He wriggles around, he wants to sit up, stand up, crawl away. Rip out everything that is on the changing table. If he isn't allowed to do this he screams. Loads. And wriggles some more. It's fine really. He can crawl away on the floor and I crawl after him trying to get the nappy off and a new one on while he runs through all our neatly folded piles of baby clothes that are on the shelf of the changing table. It's fine. Really. Unless there is poo. It's the poo that makes it or breaks it. If there is poo you never know if you have to bathe the child and then put yourself in the shower. Hahaha.