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Date: 05 September 2008 09:36:37
Too long since I've blogged, so time to add something...
Crawler is now walking, even running sometimes. So time to update her name. It may be confusing to have too Toddlers (personally I just find it exhausting!) so Mr Standard suggested simply using Son and Daughter. Not sure what to do when Baby arrives next month. I am assuming Baby will be either another Son (most likely from scan) or Daughter. Although could be an Alien (would explain how ill i currently am)!
So, a blog:
Currently the routine in the Standard house is that when Daughter goes down for her lunchtime nap, Son is allowed to watch some TV. Usually he requests Josie Jump or Bob. But last week (when Mr Standard was in charge, I'd like to point out!) Son wanted something else. That something was Monsters Inc. Great film. Unless you're under 3 and have an over-active imagination already.
Mr Standard came to regret his decision to let Son watch the Monsters that night. Every half-hour Son came into our room worried about the scary purple monster. Mummy has done her best to assure Son that the scary purple monster doesn't come into our house. That it's only pretend on the TV. And Son is starting to sleep better again. Although he'll only go to bed at the moment if the curtains open and his nightlight is on.
However, more worryingly, we've noticed that since Mr Standard let the Monsters out of the DVD case Daughter has somehow turned into Boo. She may have stopped being a screaming baby and become a happy, smiling little girl. But she has a will of iron. And, what's worse is, she has learnt to teleport. To move almost instantaneously from one location to another without explaination. (A wonderful word first used by Charles Fort in 1931, says Mr Standard over my shoulder!).
Son hasn't noticed the similarity of Daughter to Boo. But he doesn't like the teleportation. One moment she's asleep in her bed. The next she's standing by his bed pulling his covers off him. One moment she's playing peep-bo behind the curtains. The next she's halfway down the hall with whatever toy he'd been quietly playing with.
This development of Daughter's teleportation skills is seriously vexing. And no, I don't have an over-active imagination. It really is happening.