There is an upside to everything.
Jai found my battery-powered whipper-snipper on the outdoor table. I found him pounding the piles of mowed grass with it.
I was angry yet sighed with relief that battery was removed, so he couldn’t hurt himself.
The whipper-snipper initially appeared undamaged. Whilst Jai sat in his time-out chair, I checked it out.
Push-thingie in head not there. Quite sure it was there when last used. Without it, the spool can’t be removed easily.
Then I realised this could actually work in my favor: If I buy the same model, I will have extra battery & charger. And possibly spare parts.
Need to buy new whipper-snipper.
Their mummies birthday gift will have to wait another week.
Aidan can now talk. Quite eloquently at times.
i.e. “Thank you Mummy, you saved me”
Just found both boys chatting about cleaning up mummy’s books … and two shelves of Anne McAffrey on the lounge.
Aidan: “I need more books. MORE BOOKS! MORE BOOKS!”
Oh dear. I gotta go clean up.
2yo Aidan and I were enjoying time on the deck, me catching sunrays whilst he pushed a toy car back and forth.
As my eyes closed beneath the tilted brim of my baseball cap, I heard the glass door shut behind us. I heard the unmistakable sound of wheels over the aluminium sliders. He had pushed his large plastic car indoors.
So I napped momentarily enjoying the moment. They were rare. Slowly I stood up to check out what my beautiful son was doing now.
My hand on the glass, I attempted to slide it open in one quick motion.
But it didn’t move.
Again I tried, this time with two hands.
Oh dear, it had latched when he had closed it. I had a little panic. I turned the laundry door. Alao locked. Still not panicking, just a tad more concerned. Walked around to the front door we don’t use. Yes, locked, but actually glad.
So I asked my inner concious: “Has this happened to you before? WHAT DID YOU DO?”
Moments later I had the bathroom flyscreen off (easily done on most homes) and stepped through, clambering down onto the basin.
I stepped into the lounge room … “Tada! Daddy is in the house!”
Little turkey wasn’t impressed. I checked the door. OMG, he had latched the door!
The laundry is now unlocked. He won’t be doing that again!