Sleep seems to have escaped me for the moment so I thought I’d pop ’round here and upload a few pic from the last day or three. It’s not insomnia or any such drama – just that in my experience there is a tiny little critical phase of the falling asleep process which, when screwed with turns around and bites you in the ass. Just as my synapses were authenticating connections and protocols into dream space… Béo woke up, Je’anna went and fetched him ( he spends the second half of his nights in our bed) but I had to get up to sort out the bedroom door which had jammed. And that – as they apparently say in the classics – was that.

So, on with the photo’s…

Keeping Béo mostly indoors because of a nasty middle-ear infection, tend to turn large sections of the house into what we’ve come to refer to as toddler-tornado-territory…

Part of the rationale of nailing a the xmas tree to the wall ABOVE the fireplace was to keep the tempting pretty lights and such out of his reach, ghmf, guess again :-)

…if only this ladder had one more step…

 

I took him out for some ‘male-bonding’ stuff this afternoon – also to give Je’anna a chance o catch up with some writing work she’s busy with. The plan was to go to a park, but then inspiration hit.

Béo, like most boys his age (16 months) I guess (and many much older) seriously digs diggers and all things rough, rugged, optional mud and grime a bonus. There’s a whole new phase of development happening at Melrose Arch, the local Yuppie-ville semi-open-air-mall vibe.

He was drooling over the banisters from where I showed him all the trucks and ‘diggers’ linedup to rest.

But the main feature was the fountains and water features…

Béo always rushes right towards – and into – any and all water features, fountains, pools etc. – for this one he hesitated, and stopped, completely stunned by the scale and noise.

That’s it for today, goodnight.