The Power I Crave
Okay, this isn't an egotistical post about how I want to control everyone and everything...well, maybe just a little bit! Just wondering, if you could be granted any power at all, what would it be? Forget things like the power to make all the world be at peace with each other and great stuff like that...I'm talking purely fantasy type powers. I'm guessing lots of guys would say x-ray vision! Some of you might like to fly like Superman or climb tall buildings like Spiderman (although I'm not so sure what the purpose of the latter would be).
Early this morning, in my flu-induced delusional state, as I stood by Samuel's cot at 3am trying to put him back to sleep, I got to dreaming about the super power I would like to possess. It has been the same for as long as I can remember.
Two of my favourite shows growing up were Bewitched and I Dream of Jeannie...although heaven knows, Jeannie lived in a completely sexist world, kept in a bottle by her "master"! Didn't approve of that bit! But I loved and envied hers and Samantha's powers!! Jeannie, with a joining of arms and nod of the head could transport herself anywhere and make virtually anything happen and likewise, Samantha, with a simple twitch of her nose could make the world do as she pleased :)
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
INTRODUCING THE LATEST LITTLE MENACE
Don't be fooled by the big, brown eyes, the long eyelashes and the cute little smile...make no mistake - here stands a little menace (albeit a slightly cute one)! I somehow convinced myself that Samuel was different to his brothers and that we were over things like this and this. But apparently the Camera boys' gene is well and truly alive in the youngest member of the tribe.
He can reach door handles now and with the new house being single storey and having no locks on cupboards or gates segregating rooms, the house is pretty much his oyster. And when Mum's back is turned doing things like washing the breakfast dishes, hanging the clothes or heaven forbid, going to the toilet....well sneaky Samuel strikes.
I often spot him from afar with something unusual in his hands...and when I focus and realise he's holding something that he shouldn't eg glitter, he charges off in the opposite direction to escape. The phone from our bedroom and the wireless computer mouse are both favourites.
Samuel also loves the washing...either that waiting to be ironed or that already ironed. He loves to throw the clothes all over the laundry floor...what fun! Whilst I'm cleaning up one mess, he's usually creating another. Thankfully, I can still incarcerate him in the playpen at times since he hasn't worked out that he can escape :)
Oh, and did I mention the toilet duck thingys that go inside toilets?
|Now banned in our household|
I'm not even sure why I had them in the toilets. I don't like them. They stink. I think I had them there in the vain hope that they would help to keep the toilets somewhat clean in between proper cleans. I don't understand why wee can't land inside the toilet bowl...last time I checked, the toilet bowl opening was fairly large. A number of people have been impressed by Daniel's hand-eye coordination so beats me why he can't apply it to 'toileting'! Whatever the reason I had it, it's not a good enough reason. How do I know this? Well, let's just say having your entire ensuite, part of your new bed quilt, and a track of floor through the house, not to mention Samuel himself, decorated with blue/green toilet duck is not fun, even though he seems to think everything he does is fun!
|Yay for Samuel!|
Many of you will also remember the broken timber slats on our blinds, caused by Thomas and Daniel jumping up and tugging on the coiled strings. Well, at this house we only have timber blinds in two rooms....and they are plantation shutters...so no strings to be pulled, the blinds can't be broken, perfect. Except, we didn't bargain on Samuel. He loves the blinds. Loves opening and closing them and of course, loves standing there watching the world go by. And being the hungry little hippo that he is, well just about anything tastes good...
|Teeth marks are circled|
For some strange reason, I'm not really minding the teeth marks in my brand new blinds. Not sure if this is because I have just 'given up' or because Samuel is my 'baby'...
Thomas and Daniel still get up to mischief but not really of this variety, so I live in hope that this stage will pass quickly. Either that or I'll just abandon the housework to be Samuel's fulltime bodyguard, for as my friend said the other night, leaving him alone is "just not worth it"!