Triple horror bill this weekend
Three events this week that show our little boy is just that, rather than a baby. Every couple of weeks it is the same - "he's really come on in the last couple of weeks". This weekend we had three things showing us yet again that he's growing up. And as these are horrifying, I'll put them against horror films.
Fear of stairsSaturday. There's a scene in The Hand that Rocks the Cradle where, walking downstairs into the basement, a hand appears through the open-backed riser and grabs an ankle. So are we talking about stairs? Oh yes. Monkey boy made an attempt at climbing the stairs, with a degree of success. One knee up on the first tread, second knee up and that's our first stair climbed. He clearly was overcome with the lack of oxygen at such an altitude and climbed back down again. Which just goes to show he'll never have the urge to go up Everest or anything.
Fear of swimmingSunday. Has to be Jaws. Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water... the pool we went to had re-opened the previous day after being closed for maintainence. Given this was Monkey boy's first swimming trip MOTS was expecting a grand total of 10 minutes in the pool before the screaming started and everyone started yelling "SHARK". He was more of a Chief Brodie, liking the water so much that after half an hour we was still wanting to be in it. Well, more like the mayor who wanted everyone to stay in the water, but Chief Brodie was a nicer guy so I'd rather he was more like Brodie. The only reason we thought "time to go" was the dorsal fin coming towards us. And the fact Monkey boy was getting tired.
Fear of bathingSunday. A double-bill matinee. With the earlier swimming session an early bath was called for. Now bathtime is something to behold. Hair washed, body washed as quickly as possible, then lie flat on the back for an extended period of leg kicking and serious splashing. Except the last bath the other night, he just wouldn't lie down. He was tired at the time so we thought nothing of it. Until last night, with the same situation again. Lie on my back? No danger. I want to be on my knees, sat, on my belly, twsiting round. Backs are for babies. And with that we realised that our baby was becoming a boy, with his own thoughts and preferences, the end of a bath-time chapter. So, the film? A fear of all things shower and bath? There can be only one screaming in the shower scene.
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Somebody has too much time on his hands. But as he says...
Posted by: Lee | June 30, 2007 8:33 PM