Thursday 2 February 2012: Sometimes...
706/365: ... I think that while he's playing in the box... I should seal it up with tape and leave him there until he's 18.
Like tonight. When he's been a grump. Again! His face looks all big eyed and innocent but he's actually in the middle of complaining about me taking his photo. And then blowing bubbles in his milk rather than eating his dinner. And then deciding that he'd take up free running in our sitting room...
'Shall I try something dangerous...' he said as he went to leap over the arm of the sofa and landed on his backside. Wincing, 'it didn't hurt' and trying to brave it out. But within seconds he was crying 'because Maddy made me stand on the laundry basket in the bathroom and I *sniffle* fell off'. I comforted him. He disappeared back to the bathroom... and then mysteriously Maddy was crying. Which means he was involved in some way.
Bedtime was no better. Went to give him a cuddle but he ended up having another grump after trying to grab hold of me while I was leaving.
And again... AAAAARGH!!!
I deserve tea.
A bucket load.
PS I may have to hibernate until Spring
PPS Or Summer. I haven't decided yet.