They say there’s nothing like routine for babies and children and Chippie seems to have taken this advice all too well.
Thursday if fraught with all kinds of stuff, it’s just that sort of day. I’ve managed to work out that Thursday is grocery shopping day. Aside from it being that point in the fortnight where we’re so badly in need of stuff that it’s getting annoying, it’s also the only day I can manage to fit it in around everything else.
Grumpy takes Chippie to playgroup, then heads off to work after we enjoy a quick lunch together. Chippe and I then head off to shopping when he wakes, hopefully at a time that allows me to complete the shop at a pace somewhere between leisurely and rushed, and have enough time to unpack car, put at least the fridge and freezer stuff away, pack swimming bags and snacks and head off to school pickup and mor eswimming lessons.
Today was a good one, having been allowed plenty of time, Chippie smiling at all the oldies in the supermarket before succumbing to a tantrum in the cereal isle and the pace picked up.
He then discovered he could make a rasberry noise with his tongue, complete with flying spit and followed up with a cheeky grin. Only to the oldies though, who, thankfully, thought it cute and not rude at all.
Strap Chippie into car, load it up, climb in, drive out of parking spot and nearly crash into a parked Volvo when feel someting crawl across my eye. A teensy spider, but still, surely it could have picked a better place for a jaunt than an arachnophobes eye!
The fun didn’t stop there, either. In true Thursday form, I reach in to pull him out of the car when we get home, and he has somehow managed to get himself, quite literally, soaking wet.
Am impressed, even this is an achievement. Usually he has the aid of a puddle, cat’s water bowl or negligently left glass of water to aid him in this task. All he had today was a sipper cup with a firmly squished on lid. And strapped into his car seat.
I really can’t even work out how he managed it. A small amout, yes, but to be sodden from neck to knees, and half way down his back is beyond comprehension.
And only then was it time for getting wet; school pickup and swimming lessons …