Whenever we return from trips to visit Grandparents the wee man seems to come back with having learnt some new skills. This time is no exception and the new skills learnt mean we have to watch him even more and I didn't think that was possible.
This morning we had the wee man shut in the bedroom with us while we got ready for the day. Never one to just sit and play with a toy the wee man became increasingly interested by what was keeping him in the room. Suddenly the door had been opened and he was away heading for the stairs. Somehow the wee man has gained the strength to pull the handle and open the door. He had done this once before at our home but the doors are easier to open due to them being old and not fitting the door frame anymore. So I put his trick down to being helped by dodgy old doors. However my parents house is fairly new and the doors have yet to warp so the feat is extra impressive. Now though I can't just expect a closed door to keep him in the room. This makes things a little inconvenient and an extra bit of my last half eye will be trained on the doors to see if he has escaped.
As well as opening doors the wee man fell in love with my parent's washing machine and he worked out that when he presses the on button the machine plays a nice triad of notes, the same happens (the notes just descend) when he turns it off. So for ten minutes he stood there turning it on and off and on and off and on and off and so on and so forth. It was quite cute for the first ten seconds but grew quite tiresome and as I sat in the living room all it could hear was this major triad and him giggling. Luckily our washing machine is locked away in a cupboard and doesn't play a nice major triad.
Normally Sunday night would make us all a bit sad with the end of another weekend but with The Chancellor on holiday, happier blog posts can be expected from me this week. I might even smile.
jpr
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