This morning Theo had quite the accident. He fell near the coffee table and hit his cheek on the edge – trying to steady himself, he grabbed what he could which happened to be the camera strap and so he pulled our DSLR right into his head as well. Double whammy. Poor boy. He’s now sporting quite the impressive mark along his right cheek.
When we go out and Priya spots another child her age she approaches them and stares, just like so. I know she’s absorbing the situation, assessing whether she’s welcome to come join the play but I can’t help but laugh at this little zombie who stares down strangers.
Errol has been redoing our lawn. The weeds are gone and new grass seeds have been planted. Peach and Theo were surprised to find that the forest of grass has been replaced with a dirty soil. Peach was insistent that her hand be above Theo’s on the window. When his hand accidentally pressed on hers she made sure to push his back down to his level.
This reminds me of the time when I was 5 and was riding tricycles in a circular courtyard with my friend Anna Gooden. I told Anna that I should be riding in front. Anna would politely oblige and let me ride in front of her. Since Anna was smaller than I and peddling slower I kept making a full loop before her and ending up trailing her. Around and around we went with me ending up behind her and getting more and more upset yelling “NO ANNA! I am supposed to be in front”.
So I stand here, shake my head and smile as my daughter swats his little hand down and says “I ON TOP”.
Theo has discovered that by clutching the hem of my skirt like so, it’s incredibly difficult for me to ignore him.
Also, it’s an odd perspective knowing that I have a son who is only as tall as my knee ;) He’s this complete little personality, his own little man and he’s packaged in this tiny little body, so helpless and needy. I just have to do a double take when I realise just how small he still is. It’s nice to know he’s long off growing up and I am still very much needed.
I’d like to say that’s not my Peach barefooted and refusing to walk or make eye contact in the middle of a busy shopping centre…
buuuut… it is.
It’s so much easier not to judge the parents of that wild child out at the shops when you’ve walked that path yourself. When you know it’s their teeth/they’re tired/they’re angry and not that you’ve raised a little terror. Of course, as your standing there watching your little sunshine behave like this you begin to wonder about your parenting too!