And can you really blame her, for baby Fifi is now a fully fledged cruising machine. Three plus toys pose no obstacle, random sandwiches or fruit meant for Toddler boy, who wont eat anything, get devoured before I can turn my head and the television remote control has once more become the most coveted object within our household.
Toddler boy is finding this transition from having a static baby to a movable one quite hard. He likes everything to be exactly in its place. Toys are lined up meticulously, his shoes need to be put precisely next to mine and heaven forbid if a little man doesn’t fit into a specific toy. Hes at the stage where he is running away shouting ‘Fifi get me’. What does one do? I find it all very hard as I am a magnet for mess, as is his father. This need and desire for ruthless tidiness is alien to me and evidently also his sister. Perhaps, in years to come we will be organised!