Chillin' with my homeboy

Oh dear, did I just appropriate an African-American pop culture phrase for my own ends? How remiss of me.

Anyway, yesterday Toby was at nursery and produced two stonking nappies and reproduced most of his dinner in Technicolor form. A ha, said I, tooth number 6 is on its way. And lo and behold, tooth no.6 is with us this morning. The rules of childcare though is that if your child produces unexpected bodily fluids from either mouth or arse they can't return until 24 hours after it's stopped. This makes a lot of sense but is very irritating if your child throws up through teething (and let's face it, Toby is pretty trigger happy on the stomach contents front anyway) and they only go to nursery Monday and Tuesday.

So me and my little man are at home today - partly because if I'm proved to be wrong and it is a bug (a very odd one, as no further symptoms have been spotted) I don't want him spreading it to the wider community and also the buggy is in Daddy's car which is at work. I have a spare runaround buggy and the ergo but neither of them are great wet weather solutions.

I can't say I'm a great 'home' mummy. He barely eats at home, likes to watch a bit too much preschooler TV (I say TV, he likes dancing to theme tunes, picking out characters in his books and watching his 'Sing and Sign' DVD) and throws more tantrum fist throwing sessions here than out. Part of the trouble (only part but I'll come to that in a minute) is that this rental house is carpeted with horrible swirly thick carpet - nightmare for dough, etc - the sinks are too high up for water play, and we are suffering from too much stuff not enough adequate storage (as ever - I swear my dying wish will be cupboards)

The other problem is I'm convinced that many of the 'fun activities' suggested in books is great with one or two pre-schoolers leading and a toddler copying. Mummy doing it is just that. Toby will let me play with plasticine or crayons - he'll generally nibble at them and wander off bored to harass a cat. Whereas at nursery or his childminder he loves to join in with the other children.

I'm sure as he gets older this problem will be alleviated by better comprehension and ability but for now I can only  conclude Satre was wrong about Hell being stuck for eternity in a room with your friends. It's being stuck in on a rainy day with a small toddler whoneeds his nappy changing but wants to dance to the Postman Pat theme tune all afternoon while simultaneously trying to explain to you which book he wants off the shelf, as you offer each and every option and he just shouts at you. 

Comments

[Karen]

As usual, I feel your pain. Reminds me of the day the childminder brought Bernard home because he had conjunctivitis, when the carpets were being cleaned and there wasn't a dry floor in the house. Delighted to note that B has two more teeth than T! Yay, we win!

[Relly]

Yup, I'm just glad we aren't ruled by a teethocracy as there are 6 month old bubbas out there that can out gnaw Toby!

Still his superior brick throwing skills means he could probably sort them out with a duplo block to the incisor.